<?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-4190166208830375340</id><updated>2011-07-30T22:41:07.707+08:00</updated><category term='Come back Z'/><category term='2 can play at this game'/><category term='coincidence or fate?'/><title type='text'>Dee Boom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-4986685145432419121</id><published>2009-10-27T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:34:45.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;moved to &lt;strong&gt;onsugar&lt;/strong&gt;! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-4986685145432419121?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/4986685145432419121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/10/moved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/4986685145432419121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/4986685145432419121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/10/moved.html' title='Moved!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-150642817727373480</id><published>2009-10-25T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:55:45.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ifeelsorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know I've promised to write about yesterday. But I wanna let out some thoughts and feelings first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy right now. I'm contented with my life and not to forget, my lovely boyfriend. But, some things has been bothering me. I don't know if it's just me or not but, may be, it's my nature to feel sympathetic for someone OR I'm too kind. You have to know something; every now and then I'd stop by her blog and read her dailies. I'd already read most of her archieves. And to be honest, having to know about your past with her is really upsetting to me. Cos you should know that I've never had that kind of bondness with a special someone before. Yeap, it's just the past. But, being with your used-to-be-lover for more than a year is totally a great thing. In other words, it's an accomplishment for someone near our age. And to forget about your used-to-be lover is simply unforgettable. I know cos I've been through this before for one or two times. I feel you, girl. And I'm sorry if I were to ever hurt you or something. Cos, he's mine now. Yes, I love him dearly as much as you do then and now. The minute after I read your post, I felt guilty. Not that I'm in the wrong or something but, I just HATE to hurt someone's feelings. Especially when it has to do with love. I'm saying this because you can't forget about him, can you? You're upset and frustrated cos he has found someone new and has totally forgotten about you. Sometimes this fact made me want to give up on him and pass him back to you, tell him to forget about me and go back in your arms. Unfortunately, I can't. Cos I love him so dearly and you can't take him away from me. So my advice to you is, please try to forget about him. Hangout with your kaki gereks and have fun like a free bird. I'm pretty sure you might be wondering why I'm putting my ass in this. That's cos I don't want you feeling any more hurt because of him. I don't want you to hold on to false hope or anything. Move on with life, babe. If I could, so can you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wait for my next post people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-150642817727373480?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/150642817727373480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/10/ifeelsorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/150642817727373480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/150642817727373480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/10/ifeelsorry.html' title='ifeelsorry.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-2331924738142827350</id><published>2009-10-25T10:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T10:23:20.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantica.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I FREAKING LOVE YESTERDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;serious shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll tell you why later tonight. Cos I'm going out with family now bebeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teehee. Sorry hor tk sempat mau update. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And wtfsxz, I see your face almost every freaking day. _l_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, Feeq. &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Assalamualaikum&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-2331924738142827350?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/2331924738142827350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/10/romantica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/2331924738142827350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/2331924738142827350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/10/romantica.html' title='Romantica.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-6491856960572174514</id><published>2009-10-15T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:52:23.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm back for good now! Today we had our last paper. Mine was DnT and the paper was manageable. Oh yeah, we received back our Physics paper yesterday. So fast right?! And yay! I passed. Alhamdulillah. But I'm not sure if I could pass my Sciences though. It all depends on my Chemistry paper now... I hope I could atleast get a B4 for the paper. InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today, I can now slack all I want, go out all I want, party all I want, and watch tv while eating potato chips all I want. Weee~ LML. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after the paper, the class and some other people from other classes celebrated Miss Mel's birthday. It was a blast, I tell youuu. Did I mention? Teacher cried. Tears of joy baby! See Hafizah, I told you the party would be a success! Hehehehe. And I don't think this birthday party would be possible without you, babe. :) Pictures of today will be uploaded soon yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeq, I love youu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-6491856960572174514?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/6491856960572174514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/6491856960572174514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/6491856960572174514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-5365466056727212263</id><published>2009-10-10T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T15:50:54.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams exams exams!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/StA7CIQ7RsI/AAAAAAAAA4I/dSoWypTpspw/s1600-h/Feeq(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390873661726738114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/StA7CIQ7RsI/AAAAAAAAA4I/dSoWypTpspw/s320/Feeq(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/StA7B7MnB8I/AAAAAAAAA4A/aJSJP8Ot4Kg/s1600-h/Feeq(036).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390873658218973122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/StA7B7MnB8I/AAAAAAAAA4A/aJSJP8Ot4Kg/s320/Feeq(036).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm now at Mac's with this guy above. Muahahahaha. Library was too full so we decided to go Mac's instead. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh my freaking gawd, 4 more papers to go! SS, Lit, Maths Paper 2 and DnT. And yaaaaaay! No more studying after Thurs (I hope)! But so sad though, next week love is going back to school. Hurhur. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay I really don't know what to talk about. I know this post is kinda short and lame but, exams are still on the go and I &lt;em&gt;promise&lt;/em&gt; I'll update a better post after the 15th. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you. 20092009. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-5365466056727212263?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/5365466056727212263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams-exams-exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/5365466056727212263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/5365466056727212263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams-exams-exams.html' title='exams exams exams!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/StA7CIQ7RsI/AAAAAAAAA4I/dSoWypTpspw/s72-c/Feeq(010).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-8084457883757739433</id><published>2009-09-30T18:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:33:07.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387221139793674482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SsNBFXvggPI/AAAAAAAAA34/zfoXgLigT5w/s400/P270909_20.35%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Okay I know I've not been updating lately but what to do kaaaan. Everyday go home late. Everyday heavy-boned (?). Everyday tekong. Everyday... what else? Ahhh. Study. :) Right... Well, tomorrow's the start of EOY! And it's the malay papers. Dang, I haven't start memorising the peribahasa. 2 books siaaahhh. Sheesh. So yeah. I wont be blogging much due to the freaking EOY. I'll be back prolly... by next two weeks? I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayeeee, until today kaki gayreks still haven't go Raya outing laaah. Bile mau Raya ni? Eh EH EH! Friday laaaah, okay go? :) See lah. Because of stupid school and stupid exams, it's difficult for us to go out for rayaaaa. Grrr. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If we're able to go out for Raya, I just hope everything will go on smoothly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously don't know what to talk about. Wait, no. HONESTLY, I'm lazy to blog. Hahahahaha. Life has been really boring for me. Not really boring lah. But, nothing INTERESTING happened in life now. Can we like live in another side of the world or something? Like... In Nigeria? Have a taste of their living, man! Such poor souls. =/ Okay, crap, off topic. Like I said, my life has been boring (in certain times). It has always been school schoool schooool and schoooooool. But, school is okay I guess. I have GFs with me all the time. :D Aaaaand not to mention my baby. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywaaaay. TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I was able to go to the library and mug a bit for tomorrow's paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hell nooo. I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought of going to Ssbby GF's crib after school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hell nooo. I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, friends and I went to tekong and I thought of mugging a little there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hell nooo. I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I did was sit and stare at them sucking and licking (applies to Aqid) their ciggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I say gross, Aqid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooo, now I'm blogging and I'm not studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See lah. Look at what technology has done to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're addicted to computers and and now we're geeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-8084457883757739433?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/8084457883757739433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-i-know-ive-been-updating-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/8084457883757739433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/8084457883757739433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-i-know-ive-been-updating-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SsNBFXvggPI/AAAAAAAAA34/zfoXgLigT5w/s72-c/P270909_20.35%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-7764948338944638719</id><published>2009-09-26T12:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T13:13:41.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Sr2iJ2sB97I/AAAAAAAAA3w/7UXvVkw1O0I/s1600-h/raya+family+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385639019587696562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Sr2iJ2sB97I/AAAAAAAAA3w/7UXvVkw1O0I/s400/raya+family+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Sr2eD0aYneI/AAAAAAAAA3g/5HAuVTQi_Ew/s1600-h/raya+family+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First day of raya was a blast. Relatives were so hyped up for this special occasion and yes, me too. :) I had fun with family eventhough it was quite a tiring day cos we went out from morning til midnight. Sheesh. But yeah, worth spending the time with them. Hehehhee. Well, my cousins and aunt from my momma's side from KL came over to stay at my place for a few days. And wth, suddenly they brought along a white and golden coloured hamster (it looks more like a guinea pig o.O). I didn't know they had a pet! Well, it's nice having one right? They're fun, lovable, friendly(?) , cuddly and they'll accompany you night and day. Sigh. I want one of those hamsters! Tomorrow there's gonna be an open house at my aunt's place. And I promise there would be loads of pics taken and I'll make and effort to post some of them here okaaay peopleee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These past few days I've been really happy. Some people know why. Hhhehehe. Well, I've been spending quite a lot of time with that guy. I love him. He's really sweet. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pic of my family above was taken on the first day of Raya at my granny's place. Rumah ribot dokk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, credits to Om Haidee. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-7764948338944638719?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/7764948338944638719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/7764948338944638719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/7764948338944638719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya-09.html' title='Hari Raya 09'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Sr2iJ2sB97I/AAAAAAAAA3w/7UXvVkw1O0I/s72-c/raya+family+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-4552270435341678157</id><published>2009-09-19T18:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:15:51.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrTFVdfvhiI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/9T0HXE1pcjc/s1600-h/IMG_7385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383144427100276258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrTFVdfvhiI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/9T0HXE1pcjc/s320/IMG_7385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eve of raya has been really tiring. All I did was cleaning up the damn house. Being the only child is really really exhausting, and being the only child, you have to do EVERYTHING, every single chore you're given. But, it's all worth it though. :) And hooraaah! Finally, Eid Mubarak has finally come. Eventhough I'm not ready/looking forward for this special event, I'm pretty sure of myself that looking at the happy faces of family, relatives and friends would boost up my not-so-excited self. I'm just hoping this year's Hari Raya would be better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having him around me now makes me feel much happier right now. For 7 months I've been feeling quite lonesome cos of &lt;em&gt;youknowhathappened&lt;/em&gt;. Well, look on the bright side, atleast I've moved on. &lt;em&gt;Terima Kasih, Tuhan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA TO ALL MUSLIMS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Maaf Zahir dan Batin. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"It's been a long time I felt &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-4552270435341678157?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/4552270435341678157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/4552270435341678157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/4552270435341678157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrTFVdfvhiI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/9T0HXE1pcjc/s72-c/IMG_7385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-2183233850249358130</id><published>2009-09-16T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:48:08.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrDz7PmPbEI/AAAAAAAAA2s/nmIsblGXiuE/s1600-h/taylor-lautner02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382069753832500290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrDz7PmPbEI/AAAAAAAAA2s/nmIsblGXiuE/s320/taylor-lautner02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *SCREMS*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg Taylor Lautner is freaking HOT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I just melted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just look at his picture! I can't take my eyes off him. Urgh. Too hot to be true? Lollll. I swear ah, if he comes to Singapore one day, I'm gonna be the first in line to have his autograph. Ceh, macam boleh gitu. Hahahahaha. But still, I'll do anything for this guy! Oh ya, sorry Edward. I've never liked you. I've loved Taylor ever since my eyes laid on his. So, yeah, I'm betraying you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haiyaaaa. Who am I kidding? He's a celebrity! I'm like the normal average girl living in an ordinary life that's free of paparazzis running around like a mad herd of cows who would do anything to get a photo of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay enough of Mr Lautner here. Today after school, I went of to the library to meet iknowwho. Actually we alresady planned at first to meet at 3.30. Buuuuuuuuut, thanks to me, I came an hour after that. Like what Sabby GF said, "ini minah banayaaak punya lecehhh". Hahahahahaha. Sorry hor, ________! Hehs. When I reached there, I thought we were gonna be alone but it appears that his friends were there too. It was Aqilah and her boyfie. Terkejot jap. Hahahaha. And I swear they're funny as hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Eh eh kiblat dier dah tukar la!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know what, I'm in love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-2183233850249358130?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/2183233850249358130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/09/screms-omg-taylor-lautner-is-freaking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/2183233850249358130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/2183233850249358130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/09/screms-omg-taylor-lautner-is-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrDz7PmPbEI/AAAAAAAAA2s/nmIsblGXiuE/s72-c/taylor-lautner02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-2018074491855172653</id><published>2009-09-12T20:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:05:05.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go bonkers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SquaNribcCI/AAAAAAAAA2c/f4CbqhJs0Ec/s1600-h/P120909_20.18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380563739640295458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SquaNribcCI/AAAAAAAAA2c/f4CbqhJs0Ec/s320/P120909_20.18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss putting that tshirt on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing my temper quite a lot lately. Maybe cos I'm having my menses now? Okay, that should be it. BUT! It doesn't mean that that's the only cause. I always say that to myself. Anyway, yesterday I got really worked up with some &lt;em&gt;stuffs &lt;/em&gt;that can freaking go and suck balls. -.- SOME of you should know why. And I'm really sorry for being sucha b!tch. Especially to that guy and THAT girl. Yeah, you. I was being selfish. BUUUUT! When I say all this, it doesn't mean that what you &lt;em&gt;indirectly&lt;/em&gt; told me yesterday was 100% correct of what you &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;. Get that right? Get &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; right? Please, I know when to move and when to stop. That was when my temper shot all the way up. I know where my limits are. &lt;em&gt;Don't&lt;/em&gt; ever tell me what to do cos I know what I'm doing right now. I follow my instincts &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; my heart. And to &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, look at yourself in the mirror before judging and telling people off their flaws you despise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I always have the deep-gut feeling that I still have hope for that person. The feeling would always come everytime that person gives me a glimpse of hint about _________. But now, after what happened yesterday, all my hopes for him went down the freakin' drain. Just today when I went to the library I saw HIM. Of all people, why him? Fxck. So much for hoping to see &lt;em&gt;him -'- &lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yknow, when it comes to that guy, I always get really vexed but tingly-feeling at the same time. Oh you know... that kind of feeling when you see someone you love but don't wanna see that someone cos you guys are like in some kinda fight or something. But in my case, it's ONLY me, atleast that's what I've been thinking... To the extent of me having to be so worked up about the most simplest of all reactions (of his) , got myself yelling and screaming (in my head), "arghh!!! I shouldn't have been like that! !@#$%" So, yeah. I'm trying my best to change. AND! I'm trying my hardest too to get rid of his face in my head. (How can I?! I see him like... almost everyday for nuts!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Black, I'm guessing you won't read this but... : I know this sounds a little pharisaical of me but, I heard something about you from S. I was right about you having you to quit _______ one day. Cos of that, I'm really happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalaumalaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-2018074491855172653?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/2018074491855172653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/09/go-bonkers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/2018074491855172653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/2018074491855172653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/09/go-bonkers.html' title='Go bonkers.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SquaNribcCI/AAAAAAAAA2c/f4CbqhJs0Ec/s72-c/P120909_20.18.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-8786403987611434123</id><published>2009-09-09T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:12:59.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seoul Garden baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SqfT1KPYlQI/AAAAAAAAA2M/bkqapdQdAYM/s1600-h/P090909_18.31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379501190152754434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SqfT1KPYlQI/AAAAAAAAA2M/bkqapdQdAYM/s320/P090909_18.31.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SqfPRxn1B6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/AEhpRZfTxHE/s1600-h/P090909_18.27-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379496184202463138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SqfPRxn1B6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/AEhpRZfTxHE/s320/P090909_18.27-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379495202186645778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SqfOYnVA0RI/AAAAAAAAA18/3Bw3j27qJs4/s320/P090909_19.43.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SqfOYROTcOI/AAAAAAAAA10/5mlSmA3xyeg/s1600-h/P090909_19.23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379495196252926178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SqfOYROTcOI/AAAAAAAAA10/5mlSmA3xyeg/s320/P090909_19.23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SqfOYFntpMI/AAAAAAAAA1s/xa_YeE5zg58/s1600-h/P090909_19.30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379495193138275522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SqfOYFntpMI/AAAAAAAAA1s/xa_YeE5zg58/s320/P090909_19.30.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SqfOXs6Y3BI/AAAAAAAAA1k/MYIqVsjtPk8/s1600-h/P090909_19.31%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379495186505718802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SqfOXs6Y3BI/AAAAAAAAA1k/MYIqVsjtPk8/s320/P090909_19.31%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SqfOXQQ4a2I/AAAAAAAAA1c/NdzyzLxgkv8/s1600-h/P090909_20.32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379495178815433570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SqfOXQQ4a2I/AAAAAAAAA1c/NdzyzLxgkv8/s320/P090909_20.32.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so elated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehehehe. Just got back from Bugis and I'm so friggin' tired. O.o &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Members (Sabby GF, Sol GF, Hafiz, Lutfil, Rashid, Putra, Nash, Nas, Hazim, Faizal, Haziq, Kok Feng and Khair) and I went to Bugis to break our fast there. At Seoul Garden. It was a blast! And very kecoh doksxzsxz! We reserved tables first before dining in. While waiting for the "azan", all of us chilled first and we took some pics together. &lt;em&gt;Macam pathetic gitu amek gambar kat satu corner&lt;/em&gt;. Hahahaha. So, lucky for us we have tables available for us. So when it was time, we dined in lor. &lt;em&gt;Kite amek makanan banyak sia. Tamak!&lt;/em&gt; Hahahahaha. We ate ate ate and took some pics too. Theeeeeeeeeeen the bill came. Guess how much? $295.15! My god. I can still remember the exact price! My eyes were like O_O! But, thanks to Lutfil, our asses were saved. Hahahaha. Thanks yaw! Sooo chiow and went home. That's my Wednesday. Once again, members ala ka gerek! (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-8786403987611434123?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/8786403987611434123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/09/seoul-garden-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/8786403987611434123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/8786403987611434123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/09/seoul-garden-baby.html' title='Seoul Garden baby!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SqfT1KPYlQI/AAAAAAAAA2M/bkqapdQdAYM/s72-c/P090909_18.31.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-2722777159038220175</id><published>2009-09-09T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:31:28.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SqaFNSfu80I/AAAAAAAAA1U/NOS1oKD6fsc/s1600-h/P070609_13.35.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379133268290368322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SqaFNSfu80I/AAAAAAAAA1U/NOS1oKD6fsc/s320/P070609_13.35.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SqaEjFTs0rI/AAAAAAAAA1M/_RIpsDDEH-0/s1600-h/P070909_23.22%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello peepos. Time check: 12.25am. Why haven't I sleep yet? I'm too awake to sleep. I guess I ate too much chocolate just now. I've been depressed lately okaayyyy. Haiyah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, finally, we're able to break our fast together. Tomorrow members and I are gonna meet up and hang out for a while and then head off to Bugis to break our fast. Where? Seoul Garden baby! Hehehehehe. Can't wait can't wait. &lt;em&gt;Korg prangai tkmo paitao sudah eh&lt;/em&gt;. So I hope tomorrow will be a memorable one, but not just for myself, but for everyone else. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I'm off too bed. But I guess I have to force myself to though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna wake up early tomorrow to help mommy bake some cookies! Yippie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-2722777159038220175?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/2722777159038220175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/09/hang-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/2722777159038220175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/2722777159038220175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/09/hang-on.html' title='Hang on.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SqaFNSfu80I/AAAAAAAAA1U/NOS1oKD6fsc/s72-c/P070609_13.35.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-3893251057833259215</id><published>2009-09-05T23:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T00:44:49.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idol hopefuls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SqKCzj3u6mI/AAAAAAAAA1E/_-ZGzhovXzU/s1600-h/P050909_15.59.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378004727347735138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SqKCzj3u6mI/AAAAAAAAA1E/_-ZGzhovXzU/s320/P050909_15.59.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SqKCzBTgtQI/AAAAAAAAA08/C9zzXsKYL8g/s1600-h/P050909_16.06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378004718069003522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SqKCzBTgtQI/AAAAAAAAA08/C9zzXsKYL8g/s320/P050909_16.06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you guys know, Sabby GF and I went to Lot 1 today to meet the 2nd group of the top 24 from SI. The roadshow was a blast. And yes, when we were at the roof garden of Lot 1, we eventually met Jeth, Irsyad, Julaina, Shafiqah, Zuhairi and Arifah. Did I miss anyone out? If I did, tell me please~ I tell you aaahh, Faizal was ( and is still ) freaking hot! Not to mention his make-up made him look hotter. Hahahaha. So anyway, after the roadshow ended, we all took pictures together with him. And from the picture above, you guys can see that Sabby took a picture with Syariff from SLEEQ. We went back to Woodlands after that. But before going home, we went to Admiralty Park to chill and camwhore a little. I swear the weather was freaking hot. There was indian music at the background too! HAHAHAHA. No, I'm serious. Anyway, Sabby and I walked back home from Admiralty Park. I swear, we laughed hell of a lot and my tummy cramped up. Urgh. Hahahaha. And guess what! We saw PH Sabby when walking home. Soooo suay lor. Aiyoh. Oh ya. You guys wanna know what happened yesterday when Sabby and I were going back home from library? Well, Sabby bumped into all four of her complicated donkeys (sorry, Sab. Hehehehhee ) one after another. Btw, we walked home too yesterday. So, note to self! - Take bus everytime when going home. Jeesh! Well, I really had fun today. Thanks to GF. Hehehehe. If not, my Saturday will be a boring one. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm losing hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-3893251057833259215?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/3893251057833259215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/09/idol-hopefuls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/3893251057833259215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/3893251057833259215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/09/idol-hopefuls.html' title='Idol hopefuls'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SqKCzj3u6mI/AAAAAAAAA1E/_-ZGzhovXzU/s72-c/P050909_15.59.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-1135360870483581800</id><published>2009-09-04T23:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:28:04.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 can play at this game'/><title type='text'>Retarded piece of shiat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Waaaaah piaaanggg! Fckyouuuuuu nabeeiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fckyoufckyoufckyou. ihateyouihateyouihateyou. nabei chak teng tengggsxzsxzsxz! Asshole, it's a good thing I still know your password - which is pretty much obvious. Walauweh. I don't think I can talk much crap here. My blood is boiling. Ahhh, hell. I'm just being unreasonable. Cos everytime when it comes to YOU. Yes YOU, GIRL, you make my blood go upstairs you freaking lifeless donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o Okay I'm sorry for those really harsh words but this is how I let out my anger and frustration - swear all I should/would/could/want in my post. And I'm sure this doesn't have anything to do with y'all out there who're reading my post right now. And, yes, please excuse my very very so not pleasant use of language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-1135360870483581800?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/1135360870483581800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/09/retarded-piece-of-shiat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/1135360870483581800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/1135360870483581800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/09/retarded-piece-of-shiat.html' title='Retarded piece of shiat!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-7847335231379008129</id><published>2009-09-04T05:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T05:44:58.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrow.</title><content type='html'>Okay, Today is Thursday and it's 5.40 in the morning. Let's talk a little but about yesterday. I laughed a lot in school. Many many thanks to Rifqi, Nicholas, Nabilah and more. Heheheehe. After school had netball, but went to Sabby GF's crib with Dhan GF first to freshen up. Then went off at around 3.30. Reached school and then had to umpire the match. Fuchun VS Woodlands Ring. They blew it off. Whatevs. And I am &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; sorry Sabby GF you didn't get to umpire a single quarter of the game. I wanted to umpire so bad. But in the end, the last quarter captain wanted to umpire and she looked pissed. Sorry hor. For the next game you umpire the whole game kay kay? Sigh. Then I had no mood. I don't know why and I just went upstairs for choir where they all just finished practising when I stepped in the room. -.-' WASTE MY TIME AND ENERGY ONLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, tummy ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-7847335231379008129?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/7847335231379008129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/7847335231379008129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/7847335231379008129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorrow.html' title='Sorrow.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-6146744001322200448</id><published>2009-08-31T20:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:21:24.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para-noid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Spu9PdTzWMI/AAAAAAAAA00/YXV_VUcqYRA/s1600-h/P300809_20.22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376098653460191426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Spu9PdTzWMI/AAAAAAAAA00/YXV_VUcqYRA/s320/P300809_20.22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart ached when I read &lt;em&gt;insertname&lt;/em&gt;'s blog. I know I have no right to feel that way, but I just can't help it. Knowing both of your past waaaay before mine just hurts so much. The way she described her past with yours is waaay to sweet and it's better than ours. I admit, you sure are really lovable to her. But at the same time, I feel like stopping halfway of reading her post. The more I read, I knew it's gonna hurt more. But, what can I do. I just have the habit of digging up your past and not to mention, how you're doing. Sadly, I know there's no point of going around and asking your friends, "Hey! How's &lt;em&gt;insertname &lt;/em&gt;doing?" To tell you frankly, I've already grown tired of it. That's why I'm trying to face the fact that there's no more &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;. No more rinsu. No more Iloveyous. No more Imissyous. No more all those stuffs that we used to do/say/tell. And I know, tujuhsebelas won't come again, atleast for me. Sigh. I give up. And before I stop here, I just wanna wish that sweet girl goodluck with her love life. I hope her dreams will come true. Honestly, I feel her dreams do WILL come true. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-6146744001322200448?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/6146744001322200448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/para-noid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/6146744001322200448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/6146744001322200448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/para-noid.html' title='Para-noid.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Spu9PdTzWMI/AAAAAAAAA00/YXV_VUcqYRA/s72-c/P300809_20.22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-747675547127763104</id><published>2009-08-30T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:11:58.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>United Chocos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SpqPdkcJFzI/AAAAAAAAA0s/CukufB-HFhc/s1600-h/P300809_20.31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375766843380799282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SpqPdkcJFzI/AAAAAAAAA0s/CukufB-HFhc/s320/P300809_20.31.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What to dooo. What to dooo. What to dooo when you've done everything you already wanted to do. Aiyah. Nevermind. Blogging's good enough. Hehehhee. Well, today me and family went out to johor, then sheng siong then to causeway point to buy food for break fast. And I also had to collect the choco for teacher tomorrow. Oh ya. Speaking of,  tomorrow's teacher's day! Weee. 3E2 planned to get some giftfor Ms Mel. Me and Hafizah already bought them yesterday. I'll put up a picture of the gifts soon. So yeah. I dont know if I wanna go back to my pri sch tmr or not. I know it'll be the same every year when I go back there. Meet old friends. Talk. Eat. Thats all. What about meeting my old teachers? Pssh. They're all gone. I mean, many of them are either already retire or go to other schools to teach. It's gonna be reeeeally mundane if i go back there lah. Crap, he's offline! T_T Where should I hide my face tomorrow when I see him? Ah, hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-747675547127763104?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/747675547127763104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/united-chocos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/747675547127763104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/747675547127763104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/united-chocos.html' title='United Chocos.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SpqPdkcJFzI/AAAAAAAAA0s/CukufB-HFhc/s72-c/P300809_20.31.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-292200522580824941</id><published>2009-08-26T06:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:32:23.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artistic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SpRrGxsXxsI/AAAAAAAAA0k/GeRcZOYpEYU/s1600-h/Img0529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374038019522676418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SpRrGxsXxsI/AAAAAAAAA0k/GeRcZOYpEYU/s320/Img0529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly, I'm actually quite satisfied with my life right now. The thought of &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; two guys constantly revolving around my head is just something additional to my life, yet it's optional to have. So easy-peasy; stop thinking about them and I'll have a perfect life. :D NO! -.- My life is not perfect, even if I don't think about them. I'll end up thinking about them eventually. Sheesh. Well, nobody's life is perfect. Not even the richest celebrities' or better, Amy Winehouse's. Hahahahha. I don't know why but I just love making fun of her. Hehs. Sigh. I give up. Well, just follow the flow alright, Diyanah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time check: 7.06am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh-huh. After sahur, I went straight to the toilet to have a hot shower. I thought of having a short nap before going to school, but nah. Changed my mind to blog a bit. Hehehe. Anyhoos, you know yesterday I didn't go to school? Reason number 1: Massive diarrhoea in the wee hours of the morning. Sad know! Reason number 2: Pure laziness. I know Tuesdays are such a loooong and mundane day. So why not give school a miss? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I should end here. I'm off to school soon. Oh ya, the picture above, is a picture of me taken by my uncle, Om Haidee. It's a very old picture. Last year October I think? My face sucks. But I love the quality though. Hahaha. And yeah, zaman rebonded hair. I don't miss it. I regret it. In fact, I regretted perming my hair too. I love my own natural hair. Cos naturality is gooood (Y).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-292200522580824941?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/292200522580824941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/artistic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/292200522580824941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/292200522580824941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/artistic.html' title='Artistic.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SpRrGxsXxsI/AAAAAAAAA0k/GeRcZOYpEYU/s72-c/Img0529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-6359220490309046339</id><published>2009-08-25T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:57:43.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat Logs</title><content type='html'>I read our previous conversations. I smiled to myself when it came to the sweet parts. And I laughed to myself when it came to the hilarious part. I'm happy you were mine. And I'm glad you fetch me from camp last year. Thanks for the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The day will come soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;______________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart was true. And that you can't deny.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a fool and walk away from all the lies.&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you cause heaven knows I've tried.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you're still in love.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm waiting, still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-6359220490309046339?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/6359220490309046339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/chat-logs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/6359220490309046339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/6359220490309046339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/chat-logs.html' title='Chat Logs'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-7479763655076661353</id><published>2009-08-24T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:55:36.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rindu oh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember the moments when you and fought with some &lt;em&gt;guy&lt;/em&gt; just for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember the times when we had late-night calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember the first ever time you sang to me. "Luahan Hati"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and at the same time play the guitar for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember the time when I hugged you before you left for your Genting trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember the time when welaughed out loud during our telephone calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember the sweet names you used to call me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I remember every single moment I spent with you, dreadful or memorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 words : I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday, December 12, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(09:01 PM) MH:&lt;br /&gt;Pertama kaliku bertemu denganu sayunya hatikumerinduidirimu.&lt;br /&gt;(09:01 PM) MH:&lt;br /&gt;ni baru betol..&lt;br /&gt;(09:01 PM) MH:&lt;br /&gt;tajok lagu..&lt;br /&gt;(09:01 PM) MH:&lt;br /&gt;luahan hati..&lt;br /&gt;(09:02 PM) ιyαnα! (::&lt;br /&gt;0.o&lt;br /&gt;(09:03 PM) ιyαnα! (::&lt;br /&gt;ouhhh&lt;br /&gt;(09:03 PM) ιyαnα! (::&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-7479763655076661353?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/7479763655076661353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/rindu-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/7479763655076661353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/7479763655076661353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/rindu-oh.html' title='rindu oh.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-5136132420145188206</id><published>2009-08-22T16:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:01:04.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Console.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/So-yt87gx0I/AAAAAAAAA0U/wAwE5Y1J2yA/s1600-h/P150809_18.28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372709382995887938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/So-yt87gx0I/AAAAAAAAA0U/wAwE5Y1J2yA/s320/P150809_18.28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, Common Test is finally over and I'm back with blogging and onlining. But I'm still not gonna use the computer often. "O levels starts now!", this is what Ms Mel keep telling us. It's kinda irritating though, but it's for our own good. Right? Riiiiiiiiight. Okay moving on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm soooo gonna make a myself a timetable soon. I mean, I'm really disorganised. If I don't get myself work to do, I'm just gonna slack like a pig and never gonna benefit from anything unbeneficial (ftw?). I'm talking crap. Okay like I said, I'm gonna make myself a timetable, just so to get ready for my EOY exam and also my prelims and O levels next year. Heheh. See how geeky I can get? Well, yes. I know what's best for me. Some of my friends who are taking their O's this yr have already gotten their MT results. And I must say they did quite well. Most of them got distinctions for their paper and oral. I asked myself if I am able to do better than them for MT, but I'm not sure. 'Cos recently, our class had done a lot of tests for malay, aaaand guess what? The recent test I got 15/44. And it's an O level paper some more! Great huh? This proves that I &lt;em&gt;suck&lt;/em&gt; in my own language. How disgraceful... Pssh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, we received our Lit and Phy test a few days ago. I'm quite satisfied about my marks for Phy, which is 22/30. I admit, I've improved quite a lot cos last time I kept failing Phy, and that's a big no-no for me now (the fact that I love phy now - ironic huh? :P). As for Lit paper... I am utterly disappointed with myself. I only got 15/25. I know it's a pass but it's really unsatisfying for me to get that kind of marks for Lit. I mean, I used to be reeeeally good at literature (waaaay back before). Now I don't know what happened with my literacy(?) skills. This is why I want to make myself a timetable, for the sake of improving the subjects I suck at and do even better with the subjects I'm... almost good at. Conclusion, I'll do my best to get straight A's! (ceh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just wish we could be like how we were in the beginning of last&lt;br /&gt;year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-5136132420145188206?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/5136132420145188206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/console.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/5136132420145188206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/5136132420145188206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/console.html' title='Console.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/So-yt87gx0I/AAAAAAAAA0U/wAwE5Y1J2yA/s72-c/P150809_18.28.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-27467656554125790</id><published>2009-08-21T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:51:49.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complicacity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/So6z1FEiSYI/AAAAAAAAA0M/f4gZlyK9Kms/s1600-h/P150809_18.24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372429129975220610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/So6z1FEiSYI/AAAAAAAAA0M/f4gZlyK9Kms/s320/P150809_18.24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im confused. im confused. im confused. im confused. im confused. im confused. im confused. im confused. im confused. im confused. im confused. im confused. im confused. im confused. im confused. im confused. im confused. im confused. im confused. im confused. im confused. im confused. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please give me hints. please show me you still do. please please please. i can't take this any loooooooongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrr. and the fact that i see you everyday in school, the feeling sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-27467656554125790?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/27467656554125790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/complicacity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/27467656554125790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/27467656554125790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/complicacity.html' title='complicacity'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/So6z1FEiSYI/AAAAAAAAA0M/f4gZlyK9Kms/s72-c/P150809_18.24.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-7514308786723105575</id><published>2009-08-19T07:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:14:11.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coincidence or fate?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos I still believe in you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I want to believe it's fate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-7514308786723105575?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/7514308786723105575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/cos-i-still-believe-in-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/7514308786723105575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/7514308786723105575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/cos-i-still-believe-in-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-4912641581088587548</id><published>2009-08-14T20:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:16:03.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puffy eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SoVWoke3HlI/AAAAAAAAA0E/dzuJHhb9ZXw/s1600-h/zettai-kareshi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369793385697058386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SoVWoke3HlI/AAAAAAAAA0E/dzuJHhb9ZXw/s320/zettai-kareshi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After days and days of slacking off and watching Japanese dramas and reading the House of Night series, I'm finally gonna start mugging for CA2, definitely (eventhough CA2 is just in 3 days!). Hell, I don't even know what the hell is coming out for Chemistry - and the paper is on Monday! Should've paid more attention in class... Great. Now then I feel regretful. Congrats, kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of CA2 shits. Now... I finally finished watching Zettai Kareshi! That drama can make you cry for 5 times per episode, I tell you. Yeah. That explains why my eyes were puffy a few days ago in school. Hahahaha. And, duh, my eyes are puffy now too. Cos I've just finished watching the last episode (special episode). It made me cry 10 times, really. I told &lt;em&gt;soft-outside-strong-inside&lt;/em&gt; guy that my eyes are really puffy. Then he told me to put on eyemo. I didn't know eyemos can help to shrink the size of the puffy-ness of puffed up eyes (whut?). Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a lil thing about that drama - It's about a girl name Riiko Izawa who has a robot boyfriend, Tenjo Night, named by herself, who surprisingly has a will of its/his own. In other words, he's really alive and has emotions and ego. We all do know that electrical appliances do not have feelings right? So yeah. That's not how it is with half-human half-robot Tenjo Night. But, it appears that there is a love triangle going on between Riiko, Night and Riiko's boss, Shouji, who started to realise he needs Riiko when Riiko made him feel nostalgic. From then on, the three of them had to go through thick and thin to solve their fantasy-like problem. In the end, only one could win Riiko's heart. Who did? Well, to those anime or Japanese/Korean drama lovers, fans and zealots, do watch Zettai Kareshi. It is a heart felt drama. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like a... narator? Lolsxzsxzsxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-4912641581088587548?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/4912641581088587548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/puffy-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/4912641581088587548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/4912641581088587548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/puffy-eyes.html' title='Puffy eyes'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SoVWoke3HlI/AAAAAAAAA0E/dzuJHhb9ZXw/s72-c/zettai-kareshi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-3220229190776277381</id><published>2009-08-11T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:32:28.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SoGA1xTmeqI/AAAAAAAAAz8/PuWAZ-Qagdo/s1600-h/P090809_10.05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368713892059314850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SoGA1xTmeqI/AAAAAAAAAz8/PuWAZ-Qagdo/s320/P090809_10.05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Credits to cuzzie. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check: 10.23 pm. I wanna sleep! But I just can't. No way. 'Cause I know that you don't know why. :) Anyhoos, school was as per usual. Nothing special. Daalidaa. I didn't do most of my school work so I ended up copying people's work. &lt;em&gt;Sorry&lt;/em&gt;. Hehehehe. Supposedly there was maths test today but teacher cancelled/postponed it cos she wanted to go through our test paper. &lt;em&gt;Hell&lt;/em&gt;, i failed my test paper abysmally. &lt;em&gt;Ass, I should've studied&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah, speaking of tests, common test is just next week! &lt;em&gt;Crap&lt;/em&gt;. I haven't even studied. And on top of that, fasting month is next Saturday! Double crap. I'm not ready, yet. T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, fag. Just let it be.&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;Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-3220229190776277381?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/3220229190776277381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/credits-to-cuzzie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/3220229190776277381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/3220229190776277381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/credits-to-cuzzie.html' title=''/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SoGA1xTmeqI/AAAAAAAAAz8/PuWAZ-Qagdo/s72-c/P090809_10.05.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-6456835880690068869</id><published>2009-08-07T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:24:04.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Snw31dKvelI/AAAAAAAAAz0/T2Sb8z68b1o/s1600-h/P220609_16.52%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367226247421065810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Snw31dKvelI/AAAAAAAAAz0/T2Sb8z68b1o/s200/P220609_16.52%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found a poem just now. It's called "Courage". I read it and I find it quite touching-atleast to me- and it has quite a bit of similarity to my life (and past). Okay maybe not &lt;em&gt;quite a bit&lt;/em&gt; but a really&lt;em&gt; hell of a whole lot.&lt;/em&gt; So yeah, read on the poem below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a time when I needed you desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I was so alone, and you were the only one who could reach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a time when I felt I could face any challenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because you were there with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I see that you need someone you can get close to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who won't fall apart if you need to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember a time, not so long ago, when I felt afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be apart from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I worried that if you left, I'd find nobody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I feel I can either be close to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remembering my past, and my habits of mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's likely I'll feel desperately lonely again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But with a little bit of courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope to face loneliness when necessary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pass through desperation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And quickly return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To enjoying what I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And who I have Right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Bill Cattey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel rather poetic right now. I don't know why. Haha. Maybe because I'm emotionally heavy right now. Wtf, I aint emo. I know some of you might think that way. &lt;em&gt;Please&lt;/em&gt; with that kind of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-6456835880690068869?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/6456835880690068869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-found-poem-just-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/6456835880690068869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/6456835880690068869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-found-poem-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Snw31dKvelI/AAAAAAAAAz0/T2Sb8z68b1o/s72-c/P220609_16.52%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-3511134535965058616</id><published>2009-08-04T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:00:23.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Come back Z'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday GF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SnguTyd-t_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/igl9Ohli_co/s1600-h/P040809_16.30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366089873511856114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SnguTyd-t_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/igl9Ohli_co/s320/P040809_16.30.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chatter chatter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SnguTtF0SRI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Q4JVmgE2gBs/s1600-h/P040809_17.45.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366089872068331794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SnguTtF0SRI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Q4JVmgE2gBs/s320/P040809_17.45.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute right?! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SnguEpmeEDI/AAAAAAAAAzU/-4unlVdFPX8/s1600-h/P040809_17.57.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366089613433507890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SnguEpmeEDI/AAAAAAAAAzU/-4unlVdFPX8/s320/P040809_17.57.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Admiralty Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SnguEHZvlFI/AAAAAAAAAzM/rtfBv9iBlPQ/s1600-h/P040809_18.02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366089604253324370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SnguEHZvlFI/AAAAAAAAAzM/rtfBv9iBlPQ/s320/P040809_18.02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SnguD6cxvAI/AAAAAAAAAzE/a2ga7QS9kCY/s1600-h/P040809_18.02%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366089600776387586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SnguD6cxvAI/AAAAAAAAAzE/a2ga7QS9kCY/s320/P040809_18.02%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SnguDh1MQLI/AAAAAAAAAy8/O95XnftJJlk/s1600-h/P040809_18.04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366089594167902386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SnguDh1MQLI/AAAAAAAAAy8/O95XnftJJlk/s320/P040809_18.04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "This one &lt;em&gt;gula tepung&lt;/em&gt; stupid! &gt;.&lt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SnguDQ_nkqI/AAAAAAAAAy0/g0fF8JSVqfI/s1600-h/P030809_19.54.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366089589648233122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SnguDQ_nkqI/AAAAAAAAAy0/g0fF8JSVqfI/s320/P030809_19.54.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is what I gave GF as a present. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright as you know, today is that girl's very special day! Soooo yeah. HAPPY BIRTHDAY NUR SABRINA BTE MAHBOB! Hope you like my prezzie I gave you. I know you do. Hehehehehe. Well today, school was a bore. And yes after school much more fun. Me, birthday girl, Sol, Hazim, Kok Feng and Rashid went to KFC to have our very late lunch first. Us girls had a talk. Then blablabla. Then Sol had to go. Awww. Haiyah, nvm. Then The rest planned to go Admiralty park to well, almost celabrate Sab's birthday. As you can see the pics i posted, we sabo-ed her - &lt;em&gt;duh&lt;/em&gt;. Heheh. Apperantly someone brought gula(sugar) tepung(flour) instead of the normal one! sheesh. Thank god there weren't any ants crawling up on us. haha. We laughed til we cried, sang her happy birthday songs, lepak-ed and all those typical teenagers do when they have nothing to do and under pressure of boredom (whut?). So yeah. I had a great time today eventhough the the celebration for Sabby wasnt so grand. &lt;em&gt;Janji orang tak lupa nak wish eh &lt;/em&gt;. :) That's all about today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me nowadays.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-3511134535965058616?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/3511134535965058616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-gf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/3511134535965058616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/3511134535965058616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-gf.html' title='Happy Birthday GF!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SnguTyd-t_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/igl9Ohli_co/s72-c/P040809_16.30.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-1921313199973562056</id><published>2009-07-28T20:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:29:51.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abysmal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Sm7u7Tk5mCI/AAAAAAAAAys/_SPf_tpUPKg/s1600-h/P220709_21.49%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363486908879575074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Sm7u7Tk5mCI/AAAAAAAAAys/_SPf_tpUPKg/s400/P220709_21.49%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why? Why do you even care? I thought you don't love me anymore. But why bother? Okay face it, I can't forget you. Can you? And what you said was partially true. '&lt;em&gt;It's like she's trying to tell me that she can move on without me'&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah. Well, that's the reason why it makes me ponder why you even care &lt;em&gt;telling him&lt;/em&gt; about what me and &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; did and you keep complaining to him why we're so close now. C'mon it's &lt;em&gt;insertnamehere&lt;/em&gt; we're talking about. Are you telling me that you're envious? No wait, &lt;em&gt;jealous&lt;/em&gt;? This isn't the first time you know. And I don't want to make a mistake again by being indirectly fooled by you. &lt;em&gt;Please, just make up your mind&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-1921313199973562056?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/1921313199973562056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/07/abysmal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/1921313199973562056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/1921313199973562056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/07/abysmal.html' title='Abysmal.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Sm7u7Tk5mCI/AAAAAAAAAys/_SPf_tpUPKg/s72-c/P220709_21.49%5B02%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-6871225464669229590</id><published>2009-07-26T19:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:20:52.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my pillar of strength?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SmxmEmNm9WI/AAAAAAAAAyk/X6jM11YM38s/s1600-h/P220709_21.49.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362773485454554466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SmxmEmNm9WI/AAAAAAAAAyk/X6jM11YM38s/s400/P220709_21.49.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Great. Could my day get any more worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, in the wee hours of the morning, I SOMEHOW accidentally broke my specs. And it was my favourite! Secondly, a stupid bangla man called my phone and accused me of prank-calling him. What the hell was that all about?! I just woke up mansxz. Thirdly, when I was on the way to a shopping mall at Johor, my slipper snapped. -.-' Lastly, I witnessed a snatcher snatching a woman's handbag. Whoa. Then it got all dramatic... Oh hell. I hope my day gets better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it has been ages since I did a proper post. All my posts now are like... short short. Haha. And not to forget that I'm inactive now. I think I've repeated this for a quite a few times now. Lollll. Ah damn. My post is getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA WATCH ICE AGE 3 NOW. Toodle-ly doooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-6871225464669229590?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/6871225464669229590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/07/wheres-my-pillar-of-strength.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/6871225464669229590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/6871225464669229590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/07/wheres-my-pillar-of-strength.html' title='Where&apos;s my pillar of strength?'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SmxmEmNm9WI/AAAAAAAAAyk/X6jM11YM38s/s72-c/P220709_21.49.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-5225550994900740329</id><published>2009-07-23T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:48:39.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>munchkin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SmhZ1F4uzJI/AAAAAAAAAyc/AvtukxSrB3g/s1600-h/P220709_21.30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361634125032639634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SmhZ1F4uzJI/AAAAAAAAAyc/AvtukxSrB3g/s400/P220709_21.30.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let's see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been doing this past few days? School. Studies. Homework. Eat. Sleep. Read "House of Night" and ofcourse, watch movies. Heheh. Sorry for being away from blogger for quite a long time. I just don't feel like sharing my daily doings via internet. I'd rather keep them personal. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, guess what! I'm single. So what? you might say. Well, I don't know. The thought of being single is like, you having the freedom, like a free bird! You won't be clinging onto your boyfriend 24/7 and being pulled around and controlled by. You won't get hurt that much (almost) and you can flirt! Okay, kidding. I ain't a flirt. :) But at the samed time riiiight. It's quite a lonesome know. In addition, you're the only child! Man, but, it's a good thing you've got your friends beside you. So you should appreciate them. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Can I say something?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't think I'm over you, yet. Eventhough there are like "other people" around me, you still linger in my head. And you know what, I screwed up all my relationships after being with you. Now, cos of you I'm scared to love (whole-heartedly). So what now? Hmm... I'll just sit one corner, shake my legs and prolly wait for a miracle to happen. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-5225550994900740329?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/5225550994900740329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/07/munchkin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/5225550994900740329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/5225550994900740329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/07/munchkin.html' title='munchkin.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SmhZ1F4uzJI/AAAAAAAAAyc/AvtukxSrB3g/s72-c/P220709_21.30.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-6281128487327706882</id><published>2009-07-15T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:45:00.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Sl3cmfH_zfI/AAAAAAAAAyU/O9kbBdRRRKg/s1600-h/zz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358681685388938738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Sl3cmfH_zfI/AAAAAAAAAyU/O9kbBdRRRKg/s400/zz3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meet Mr Artyz, my personal artist. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's been a long time I last updated. Sorry for that. Heh. I've been busy with a lot of stuffs like the AYG, school, tutorials, meet-ups and suchs... I'm lacking of sleep. And plus, like what Sabby GF said, I'm suffering from eating disorder. Hahahaha. And she's suffering from STM. Lolsxz. Anyway, I won't be updating much now. Cos I've got a lot more stuffs to take care of. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;ZZA, love. (L)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-6281128487327706882?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/6281128487327706882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/07/wah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/6281128487327706882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/6281128487327706882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/07/wah.html' title='Wah.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Sl3cmfH_zfI/AAAAAAAAAyU/O9kbBdRRRKg/s72-c/zz3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-2646854951724296861</id><published>2009-07-01T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:01:33.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AYG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Sktr5Ujj_cI/AAAAAAAAAyM/CnH4P_kYnyQ/s1600-h/IMG_84193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353491214574550466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Sktr5Ujj_cI/AAAAAAAAAyM/CnH4P_kYnyQ/s400/IMG_84193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its my second post for today. im dead bored right now. so i thought of blogging. im still not over my late aunt's death yet though. still saddening about it. Oh ya, for those curious people out there, that's the reason why i didn't go to school just now. hooheehaaaa. :B You know, I thought about what i've gone through for the past few months. All i could say about it was, &lt;em&gt;it's all been fated and some of them are just obstacles for you to overcome&lt;/em&gt;. From 1st Jan til now, a lot of things happened. The ups and the downs, the tears and the joys. All of them are precious memories and they are to be treasured and remembered, really. If you don't treasure them, then you're one sad kid. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to do some lit stuffs right now. But unfortunately SOME people is/are being a purely major distraction. tyvm. -.- aaaand! blogger or whatso is being technologically retarded cos i've kept retyping this post for 2 times now. and now im just being mentally sot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohmygad. i need those coolio looking bags!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-2646854951724296861?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/2646854951724296861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/07/ayg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/2646854951724296861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/2646854951724296861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/07/ayg.html' title='AYG'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Sktr5Ujj_cI/AAAAAAAAAyM/CnH4P_kYnyQ/s72-c/IMG_84193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-3769745964557389427</id><published>2009-07-01T17:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:28:35.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrow, prayers, tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Sks5I9za8II/AAAAAAAAAyE/MXaO8gZtxQ0/s1600-h/P010709_08.57.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353435408251940994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Sks5I9za8II/AAAAAAAAAyE/MXaO8gZtxQ0/s320/P010709_08.57.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Sks5Iv2q8II/AAAAAAAAAx8/jvv-dgUWMHs/s1600-h/P010709_09.03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353435404507476098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Sks5Iv2q8II/AAAAAAAAAx8/jvv-dgUWMHs/s320/P010709_09.03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My aunt, Wak Enah, whose the elder sister of my dad, passed away yesterday afternoon at 2.30pm. The news shocked the family. Especially my dad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at 6.30am today to get ready to Tampines to visit the deceased and the whole family. Everyone was there. Yes, &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt; from the Yatim descendant came. Aunties, uncles, atoks, neneks, cousins, cucu-cucu and not to forget, cicit-cicit (great grandchilren). It was really packed there cause the house was kind of small and some of them were forced to wait outside of the house. And I was one of them. I played games on my cousin's iPhone to kill the boredom. And something happened. hahahaha. Did I mention? My grandma has 13 children, including one of them who had passed away a long time a go and including the one who passed away yesterday. And yes, she has more than 30 grandchildren and 5 to 10 great grandchildren. Imagine that. O.o Anyway, after they mandikan the mayat, they brought the dead body out to the living room. Everyone started to cry. Including me. It got worse when I saw my own dad crying when he kissed her late sister's forehead. Sigh. Damn, it hit me real bad. They then prayed for the corpse. After hours at the house, we then headed off to the muslim cemetry to mengebumikan (bury) the corpse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a long journey. Some of us took the bus while some took cars. I still had the time to sleep in the car. Hahah. When we reached the cemetry, everyone were ready to witness the burrying of their late Wak Enah. And again, prayers were being muttered. Some of us got the chance to spray some water. I wanted but I didn't get to. Sadsad. It would be the last time they see the last of Wak Enah's sight. Too bad I don't have a pic of her. ): Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sesungguhnya Allah SBT menghapuskan segala dosa-dosanya. Dan sesungguhnya&lt;br /&gt;Dia melindunginya daripada api nereka yang 70 kali ganda lebih panas dari api&lt;br /&gt;bumi. &lt;em&gt;May Allah bless her soul&lt;/em&gt;. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-3769745964557389427?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/3769745964557389427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorrow-prayers-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/3769745964557389427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/3769745964557389427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorrow-prayers-tears.html' title='Sorrow, prayers, tears'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Sks5I9za8II/AAAAAAAAAyE/MXaO8gZtxQ0/s72-c/P010709_08.57.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-5932406595772460146</id><published>2009-06-30T19:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:43:52.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first ever love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Skn8VT8BVcI/AAAAAAAAAx0/2Zsg7Sl9aUc/s1600-h/P220609_16.42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353087075166016962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Skn8VT8BVcI/AAAAAAAAAx0/2Zsg7Sl9aUc/s400/P220609_16.42.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so yes, today is the 2nd day of semester 2, term 3. my second day was pretty much the same as my first day at school. not much of a difference, really. the only difference is there was longer "CA" time in the morning on the first day of school than today. and uhm, yea, pretty much only that. and guess what? i'm now sitting next to chong zhe, who gives me the goosebumps when i talk to him. hahahhaa. naw, kidding. we're gonna be dead for sure. if only he talks to me more frequently... hah. NJ said he's a fun person to talk to. really ah? -.- and know what, sasuay like &lt;em&gt;WHUT?!&lt;/em&gt; sit infront of &lt;em&gt;!him!&lt;/em&gt; siah. wtfugg. nvm. patience and tolerance will help. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've not been myself lately. is it because of you, mr artyz? your comeback made&lt;br /&gt;such a great impact on me. its been... almost 5 years i last talk to you. &lt;em&gt;i sense a new beginning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-5932406595772460146?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/5932406595772460146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-ever-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/5932406595772460146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/5932406595772460146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-ever-love.html' title='first ever love'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Skn8VT8BVcI/AAAAAAAAAx0/2Zsg7Sl9aUc/s72-c/P220609_16.42.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-2204872368763882920</id><published>2009-06-28T19:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:01:06.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school tomorrow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SkdpXFveZcI/AAAAAAAAAxs/k82by86NuzM/s1600-h/IMG_8614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352362527552333250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SkdpXFveZcI/AAAAAAAAAxs/k82by86NuzM/s400/IMG_8614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you probably would look like that if you havent touched your school assignments. hahahaha. cos tmr we're back to school! ohmygawd and im done with my school assignments. teehehehe. but im not ready for school yet! i need a haircut. wait no, i dont want a haircut. i want a FRINGEcut. my fringe is already like, til-my-nose long. should i cut it side ways or bangs? should i even cut my long fringe? heckk, may be not. sayang oi. okay anyway... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt do much at home today. i just used the computer to entertain myself. but around 2, dad and i went to 888 plaza to buy lunch. i was damn moody. and im sorry i made faces at you, dad. ): and i saw naufal and idris there too! the second i saw him my mood was back. haha. i do not know why? o.O just when we were about to go back, it rained heavily. hell! we had to run back home. well not really run. but you get what i mean. its a good thing the food didnt get wet. if it does, sad case... then Sbby GF came to ma crib. just to photocopy her english homework for her love. haha pemlas. we chilled and talked in my room for awhile then she had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats my sunday. nothing exciting. can i say typical?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-2204872368763882920?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/2204872368763882920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/school-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/2204872368763882920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/2204872368763882920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/school-tomorrow.html' title='school tomorrow?'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SkdpXFveZcI/AAAAAAAAAxs/k82by86NuzM/s72-c/IMG_8614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-4190726845463087456</id><published>2009-06-27T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:14:12.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoorah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SkYmLbVW4GI/AAAAAAAAAxU/-xcbeuw5Gkg/s1600-h/IMG_8418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352007184934166626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SkYmLbVW4GI/AAAAAAAAAxU/-xcbeuw5Gkg/s200/IMG_8418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and yes. new link, new skin and new song. (: like it? heheh. anyway, today i had ayg training again and it was a blast! much better than the prev training. some of us get to pretend to be the swimmers. haha. i got 3rd and 1st for two events. muahaha. and sabby got 1st for another event. lmao. it's just like a pretend game. hehehehe. the medals were also fake. -.- lul. im laughing a lot in this post. i think i know why. hehehehehe. in the afternoon, i went to sabby's crib to finish up our sch assignments. and hoorah! we're almost done. :) we were all serious doing our assignments, and we could still crack each other up with nonsensical shiatsxz that came across our minds. ftw haha. im currently chatting with chiqka and daaaaamn you're one sexy momma! hahahahaha. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-4190726845463087456?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/4190726845463087456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/hoorah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/4190726845463087456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/4190726845463087456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/hoorah.html' title='hoorah.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SkYmLbVW4GI/AAAAAAAAAxU/-xcbeuw5Gkg/s72-c/IMG_8418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-754424874822982679</id><published>2009-06-26T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:35:35.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SkSwuPcLeOI/AAAAAAAAAxI/0h12aVhwb20/s1600-h/IMG_8538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351596565688187106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SkSwuPcLeOI/AAAAAAAAAxI/0h12aVhwb20/s320/IMG_8538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What's the use of loving someone who doesn't loves you back? Tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's frustrating know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-754424874822982679?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/754424874822982679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-use-of-loving-someone-who-doesnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/754424874822982679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/754424874822982679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-use-of-loving-someone-who-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SkSwuPcLeOI/AAAAAAAAAxI/0h12aVhwb20/s72-c/IMG_8538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-3472711352162494515</id><published>2009-06-23T20:45:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:13:55.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitter heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SkDi4063zyI/AAAAAAAAAxA/H-fBeAG8KsE/s1600-h/P230609_18.03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350525823222271778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SkDi4063zyI/AAAAAAAAAxA/H-fBeAG8KsE/s320/P230609_18.03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SkDZLk8M--I/AAAAAAAAAw4/v1xWW7WnGHg/s1600-h/P230609_17.39.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350515150234123234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SkDZLk8M--I/AAAAAAAAAw4/v1xWW7WnGHg/s320/P230609_17.39.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SkDX-5hSC8I/AAAAAAAAAww/_PUu9sORYKw/s1600-h/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350513832908426178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SkDX-5hSC8I/AAAAAAAAAww/_PUu9sORYKw/s400/page1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;despite the fact that my bf is going &lt;em&gt;away&lt;/em&gt; just now and me having a bad breakdown yesterday, i really had a funktaculous day. once again, thank you Sabby GF, you made my day. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went for choir practice today at 9 and it ended around 12. but before going home i helped mr raja with some AYG stuffs first with shaqirah. i missed her like hell of a lot, really. so anyway. i had a great time with shaqirah eventhough we were pissed enough due to the teacher's over-sarcasm. ftw haha. after helping him, we went to macs to buy ice cream. tee hee. so blah. then went home. washed up. den siaped to GF's crib. we talked a lot at her place. we talked about our current love life, friends, old friends, old lovers, and etc etc. i did nigga hair for GF. i also looked through some of her baby photos and i swear SHE WAS SO DAMN FREAKING CUTE. eeee, cm nk cubit jek. but sorry lah hor, kau dah besar skg. tkleh dimanja (: i ate her grandma's mee. haha thanks eh. ^^ and i also ate biscuit with milo. lawl. why am i even stating all this? -.- okay moving on... then her lovely called. awww. haha. more stuffs happened but i shall not elaborate. all i can say is, &lt;em&gt;SWEET OR WHUUUUUT?&lt;/em&gt; hahaha. GF kembang. teehehehe. i took a lot of pics at her place. and the pics are up there. but know what, the purpose of me going to sabby's place was to finish up my school assignments. but i failed to do so. :D so yeah. thats my tuesday. i would be rotten like a piece of spoilt cheesemixedwithdogsfoodandcowspoo by now if it isnt for GF. :o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im waiting for you to come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Dee to b.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;thanks eh thanks. kata je kawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-3472711352162494515?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/3472711352162494515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/bitter-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/3472711352162494515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/3472711352162494515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/bitter-heart.html' title='bitter heart.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SkDi4063zyI/AAAAAAAAAxA/H-fBeAG8KsE/s72-c/P230609_18.03.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-3988408787581849011</id><published>2009-06-22T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:56:55.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay today i didnt go anywhere. i just stayed at home and did my chores. all i did was vacuum and mop the whole house. wth i sneezed the whole time. lul. usually mom would get irritated of me cos i didnt do the vacuuming peculiarly. but this time she didnt nag a bit. know why? cos i did it properly and obediently. know why i did it properly this time? i was pissed. like fucking pissed. i know. im weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, i should thank dearest cousin for helping me out with my assignments. arigatou! but im still left with heeps of them. so much for food and movies. -.- we went to the mamak shop to buy some keropok then know what happened? cousin thought that this short makcik was me. she asked her, "dee beli ni ah. sedap tau". then the makcik was like, "ye?". pfft. idioooot. hahahahaha. rina muke paiseh! lulsxz. another incident, cousin was walking home with me and she thought she saw her friend. she went running towards her "friend" and shouted, "oi!!!". sadly, it wasnt the friend. 'the hell? double pfft. what's wrong with you today woman?! hahahaha. fuck you woman, u made me laugh like a freak in public. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oi oi oi oooooooo oi! &lt;img src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x147/cherpatsy/emoticons/2445_funny_couple.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Dee to Izzah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-3988408787581849011?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/3988408787581849011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-today-i-didnt-go-anywhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/3988408787581849011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/3988408787581849011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-today-i-didnt-go-anywhere.html' title=''/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x147/cherpatsy/emoticons/th_2445_funny_couple.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-4931272723426709123</id><published>2009-06-22T13:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:32:01.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;17 more hours to go before I wish you people a safe journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fcukeroos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-4931272723426709123?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/4931272723426709123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/fcukers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/4931272723426709123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/4931272723426709123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/fcukers.html' title=''/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-3926072961804924174</id><published>2009-06-22T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:18:08.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's 12.o5 am. I'm tired and sleepy but I can't get myself to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And aww, I talked with b on the phone just now. Ily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i603.photobucket.com/albums/tt115/lalastarrr/emoticon/lovestruckgj5.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-3926072961804924174?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/3926072961804924174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/3926072961804924174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/3926072961804924174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i603.photobucket.com/albums/tt115/lalastarrr/emoticon/th_lovestruckgj5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-1961681879443105580</id><published>2009-06-19T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:54:01.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto-Tune the News #2: pirates. drugs. gay marriage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/tBb4cjjj1gI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/tBb4cjjj1gI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was watching vids at youtube since just now and I came across lots of cool and humorous vids. Like Fred's, Nigahiga's, Smosh's and Shane's. And I tell you they're really a genius on making videos that can make you laugh non-stop and you won't even realise your mom is looking at you like some kind of weirdo. Trust me, it happened to me atleast once. Haha, the heck? Anyway, I found this vid and I tell you it's sooo cooool. So I thought of sharing it to you guys and put it up in my blog. So yeah, check it out! Wait, I think I should change my mp3 i nmy blog to manual mode. Hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-1961681879443105580?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/1961681879443105580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/auto-tune-news-2-pirates-drugs-gay_3876.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/1961681879443105580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/1961681879443105580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/auto-tune-news-2-pirates-drugs-gay_3876.html' title='Auto-Tune the News #2: pirates. drugs. gay marriage.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-8633674961298003748</id><published>2009-06-19T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:49:26.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto-Tune the News #2: pirates. drugs. gay marriage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/tBb4cjjj1gI"&gt;&lt;embed height="'350'" width="'425'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" src="'http://youtube.com/v/tBb4cjjj1gI'/"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was watching vids at youtube since just now and I came across lots of cool and humorous vids. Like Fred's, Nigahiga's, Smosh's and Shane's. And I tell you they're really a genius on making videos that can make you laugh non-stop and you won't even realise your mom is looking at you like some kind of weirdo. Trust me, it happened to me atleast once. Haha, the heck? Anyway, I found this vid (at the top) and I tell you it's sooo cooool. So I thought of sharing it to you guys and put it up in my blog. So yeah, check it out! Wait, I think I should change my mp3 in my blog to manual mode. Hehehehehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-8633674961298003748?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/8633674961298003748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/auto-tune-news-2-pirates-drugs-gay_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/8633674961298003748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/8633674961298003748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/auto-tune-news-2-pirates-drugs-gay_19.html' title='Auto-Tune the News #2: pirates. drugs. gay marriage.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-3826767601037401000</id><published>2009-06-19T09:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:10:22.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotions~</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w63/Anitacook_13/Emoticons/swim.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go swimming man! Cause nowadays the weather is reallyyyyy burning hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I finally get to know how to insert emoticons in your posts. Haha thanks Sabbybaby.&lt;br /&gt;Time check: 9.05 am. Later on I have to go back to school to collect the AYG shirt. And currently I'm just killing time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know what else to say here. Can I end my post here? Okay Til here. Btw this is just a random post.  &lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x223/tarcisiofake/Emoticons/20.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-3826767601037401000?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/3826767601037401000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/3826767601037401000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/3826767601037401000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/emotions.html' title='emotions~'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w63/Anitacook_13/Emoticons/th_swim.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-6666521501005863091</id><published>2009-06-18T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:31:45.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I even bother about you anymore? No, I guess not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-6666521501005863091?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/6666521501005863091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/should-i-even-bother-about-you-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/6666521501005863091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/6666521501005863091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/should-i-even-bother-about-you-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-2042398477766806665</id><published>2009-06-17T13:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:40:02.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar-rush.</title><content type='html'>i suddenly feel like having the mood to blog. but i think i'm gonna cough out some random stuffs here. so bear with me peepos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i've been thinking about friendship lately. sooner or later that 10-letter word is gonna get worse. i mean, i've seen what has happened a few weeks back and i know that something's not right. it isn't just me who's facing this kind of shitty problem. heck. you have to get this straight; i'm not the kind of person who needs to have a chain of friends. you know... quality over quantity. unfortunately some people just thought that i'm like the north pole of a magnet and the people around me are the other side of the magnet. get what i mean? i just wanna have fun with the people around me and enjoy what i enjoy... its not that im being self-centred or anything but, its fun when someone knows you well and have the same kind of character, i guess. for sure, i know im not the kind of person who just always have something negative to say about someone else. but still, even if i happened to walk pass someone who's like that, i still have the nerve to call them a "friend". but you know what, its really fun if u make fun of someone who you dont know cause it's not bad... its nothing personal, really. its fleeting. three seconds later and i'll just forget everything i said. in the end, i realize that it's infinitely less absurd than tearing down someone that you go through the effort of falsely asserting you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just HAVE to spill the beans. do you remember who i was always glued to during/since my sec 1 years? the one who i always go back and forth to? im back with him. hahahaha. yes, again. -.- it's difficult to erase him off of my mind. the fact that he's always there within every blink, or easier said, he's my classmate each yr for goodness sake! but, i dont regret it though. it's like, &lt;em&gt;i found my true love and i can't live without him! &lt;/em&gt;yeah i sound desperate. haha but, no. that's how i feel now. even if&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;he's not the type of guy who gives sweet text messages every single day, or even if he doesn't have the guts to be affectionate at times, he's still the guy i know and i love him just the way he is. i know he's kinda irritating at times and had always hurt me cause of watevs last time, im totally over it. lets say forgive and forget? yuppeh. so yeah, he's mine once again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY COUSIN(S)!&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday day to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to&lt;br /&gt;Husnina and Zaki~ HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU(S)!&lt;br /&gt;happy 4th and 7th kiddos~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gotta do my school work and watevs now. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-2042398477766806665?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/2042398477766806665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/sugar-rush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/2042398477766806665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/2042398477766806665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/sugar-rush.html' title='sugar-rush.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-9142652118912515456</id><published>2009-06-16T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:33:42.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rinduuu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHERE ARE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss you like shit knowww. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-9142652118912515456?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/9142652118912515456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/rinduuu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/9142652118912515456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/9142652118912515456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/rinduuu.html' title='rinduuu.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-1887101705901457420</id><published>2009-06-15T19:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:21:02.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kentucky Fried Chicken?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SjY1A-FS-HI/AAAAAAAAAvY/oyDE4t0IJAY/s1600-h/P150609_14.12.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;had netball training today. at first training was like dead. but eventually when we started playing game, the atmosphere got livelier. reena accused me of molesting her just because i ACCIDENTALLY hit her boobs. wtf haha. then sab was called an alien just because her finger was crooked (?) lol. oh well. overall i had fun today eventhough one of our c girls so called ditched us for today's training. just because of the one word &lt;em&gt;ass&lt;/em&gt; she wants to give a damn to captain. tsktsk. over-sensitive or whuuut. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sab, nat, reena, zie, baseera and i went to cp together to have lunch. but we dispersed ourselves into pairs to different eating outlets. me and sab thought of eating ice kacang at horizon at first. haha. but then we changed our minds last minute. guess where we ate at? pizza hut baby. hahahaha. blanja-ed sab. say thank you hor. ^^ you know what, before we changed our minds to eat at pizza hut (which was at the 1st level), we me/bumped/saw around 10 people in total on every level while we were on the way to horizon (which was at the 6/7 level). haha. we saw marianne, farhat (&amp;amp; gang), iffa, marianne's mom, khairi (&amp;amp; family), saidun, hidayat(&amp;amp; friends)... somemore? i cant recall. there're too many. o.O anyhoos, when we reached pizza hut and sat at our seats, we ordered our meal. sab ordered the student set which consisted of pepsi drink, mushroom soup and the chicken neopolitan pasta thingy. i ordered the same set but a different course which is the sausage craze or something haha i forgot what its called. while waiting for the food to come, we took some pics and had a lil chat on &lt;em&gt;weknowwhat&lt;/em&gt; and had some laughs. pics will be uploaded soon aye. :) then yeah, food came, dined in, joked somemore, done, paid the bill. then we went off to civic to buy something and went to the library to &lt;em&gt;weknowwhat&lt;/em&gt;. hua3. ^^ nothing much happened after that. we then went home. &amp;amp; so here i am. :) thats all luh huh. my post is like sooo... i dont know what to call this but i think this is one lazy writen post. what can i say? im getting lazier to do this kind of shit any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-1887101705901457420?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/1887101705901457420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/kentucky-fried-chicken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/1887101705901457420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/1887101705901457420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/kentucky-fried-chicken.html' title='Kentucky Fried Chicken?'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-3107621319120783299</id><published>2009-06-12T17:53:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:40:15.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One fine Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SjJaZW2xFOI/AAAAAAAAAvI/BC-JC6IBKk0/s1600-h/nature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346435099320718562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SjJaZW2xFOI/AAAAAAAAAvI/BC-JC6IBKk0/s320/nature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I was gonna be stucked at home today. But I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Thank you Sabbymok for saving my day from boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GF asked me out... Not exactly out but, she asked me out to accompany her to go to this so-called &lt;em&gt;shoe-repairing&lt;/em&gt; apek stall under an HDB block. Yes, under an HDB block. Hahahaha. It was near Admiralty. Met up with GF under her block and made our way to I-don't-know-what-block block. It was really funny when we reached there. GF gave the apek the bag that has 4 pairs of shoes inside. Then the apek started to take the shoes out one by one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;GF: ah yah that one repair the tapak.&lt;br /&gt;Apek: orh ok. this one also ah?&lt;br /&gt;GF: Ya that one also. That one repair the string.&lt;br /&gt;Apek: oh ok... this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this went on for 6 more times... Hahahaha. So then we headed to Admiralty to buy ice cream. Heheh. Then we didn't know where to go next. So we just walked all around Woodlands CIRCLE. Hahaha. Then we went to Causeway Point and bought bubble tea cause we were thirsty. Then we headed home. (: So yeah, nothing much happened today. All I know is that I had fun with GF just now eventhough we only went out for 2 hours. Oh ya, I forget to mention that while we were walking along the pavements, a vehicle honked and waved at us. AND then when we were walking to somewhere, a motorist honked at us and he was like waving and smiling either at GF or me. We were like, surprised and shocked that this happened two times today. We couldn't stop laughing. Hahahahhaa. Lolll. Okay that's all that happened just now. Tonight I'll be going to Johor with family, cousin and aunt to have our supper. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-3107621319120783299?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/3107621319120783299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-fine-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/3107621319120783299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/3107621319120783299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-fine-friday.html' title='One fine Friday.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SjJaZW2xFOI/AAAAAAAAAvI/BC-JC6IBKk0/s72-c/nature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-4228331953395967843</id><published>2009-06-11T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:52:29.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SDTV (L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SjEa6fzExmI/AAAAAAAAAu4/BSqeZiRXYlo/s1600-h/shanedawson-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346083824935945826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SjEa6fzExmI/AAAAAAAAAu4/BSqeZiRXYlo/s320/shanedawson-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Shane Dawson. This guy is reeeeeally funny and would always crack me up. And not to mention, HOT. I know you people would probably be saying &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;who the hell is Shane Dawson? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well Shane Dawson is a very very very famous youtuber. He has tons of crazy random videos he put up in youtube and all the other youtubers enjoy watching him going wacky with his nonsensical and random jokes. Well they're not really jokes but their something like facts but he makes them into M18 rated comedy. (I'm not even 18 yet...) Well, I don't know. All I can say is Shane is a pretty talented guy and knows how to make people subscribe to him and keep watching his videos. Oh yeah, did I mention? He looks like a combination of Zac Efron and Pete Wentz. Hahahaha. Well, if you guys wanna know more about him and wanna have a little pick of his videos, check him out at youtube! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/ShaneDawsonTV"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/ShaneDawsonTV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-4228331953395967843?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/4228331953395967843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/sdtv-l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/4228331953395967843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/4228331953395967843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/sdtv-l.html' title='SDTV (L)'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SjEa6fzExmI/AAAAAAAAAu4/BSqeZiRXYlo/s72-c/shanedawson-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-854668915680050155</id><published>2009-06-06T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:04:08.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SiqFOTFpoRI/AAAAAAAAAuw/aD8EqxOHcBA/s1600-h/IMG_6748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344230388517150994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SiqFOTFpoRI/AAAAAAAAAuw/aD8EqxOHcBA/s320/IMG_6748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, I wanna apologise to my dear netballers for not going for the netball carnival today cos I had something really &lt;strong&gt;vital &lt;/strong&gt;to do. Sigh. I hope you girls did your best. I don't really have much to talk about today. The only thing I know about today is I had to attend that crappy family "meeting". Buh. Won't say any more about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what my feelings are trying to say right now. At first it tells me to do this, but the next minute, it changes its mind and tells me to do that. Well not actually &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;. I've got three people in mind right now. And I don't know who to choose. It's like I've split my heart in thirds for each of them. Who am I to choose? For sure, one of them is already out of question. I do really love this guy. And I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; do. But one of the other two is just an obstacle in my love life right now. &lt;em&gt;If only you have a new found love&lt;/em&gt;... Why must you always be late?! D: The other one... Simple. I can't forget you. You were the one that I really really really loved. And for the first time ever, I was head over heals for a guy. How should I say this... Well, you were the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt;. I know you won't read this. Cos I doubt you know that I'm still alive. Heck, I love R (L). (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And to GF, I'm so sorry. It's my fault. I hope he won't misunderstand... D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-854668915680050155?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/854668915680050155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/inang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/854668915680050155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/854668915680050155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/inang.html' title='Inang.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SiqFOTFpoRI/AAAAAAAAAuw/aD8EqxOHcBA/s72-c/IMG_6748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-1491545494471694182</id><published>2009-06-03T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:48:02.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fugg the what ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Last Friday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;PTM.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got back report book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mom complained to Ms Mel bout my behaviour at home. -.-?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what da hell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to JB&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last Saturday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;tarian prac&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;warm up was hell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to grandma's house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cousin slept over at my place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she stepped on a cockroach -.-!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last Sunday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to Pentas Lestari Seni III concert at Fuchun CC with cousin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched Rahman silat. Huahuahua!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;supported teater tari era lovelies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;met him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last Monday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went JP with mom and cousin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went grandma's place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched horror movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ate grandma's nasi goreng special. woo! stim~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;otp with him for a few hours. xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;used comp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;home sweet home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ditched choir for Sabby GF.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sanggop youuu. (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;met him first. hee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went bugis with sabby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;window-shopped like whut?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;big heavy bag hit our heads out of the blue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;like what da fuggg ?! dizzy hoy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sales girl still can laugh at us. -.-?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thanks for blanja-ing me a few coins sabbybaby. xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took a few pics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had fun throughout the day though tiring. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;had physics tutorial&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;came late. xD 30 minutes gone. LAWL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had netball training.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fun and fun and fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talked with Ira about some personal stuffs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;heart sank&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;better friends luh huh?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are some of the pics I took:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SiZ80vfRPcI/AAAAAAAAAuo/TtnUQfC1jTE/s1600-h/P290509_12.22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343095253464333762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SiZ80vfRPcI/AAAAAAAAAuo/TtnUQfC1jTE/s320/P290509_12.22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My report book. &amp;amp; I can't believe I got 3rd in class? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SiZ80pMoAQI/AAAAAAAAAug/hOpmCF6ALtc/s1600-h/DSC00911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343095251775521026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SiZ80pMoAQI/AAAAAAAAAug/hOpmCF6ALtc/s320/DSC00911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mira, me and Hidayah after prac.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SiZ80clOShI/AAAAAAAAAuY/n-fQ1wxi73s/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343095248389032466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SiZ80clOShI/AAAAAAAAAuY/n-fQ1wxi73s/s320/DSC00915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SiZ80aKK5lI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/gwTywar1pGw/s1600-h/DSC00924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343095247738693202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SiZ80aKK5lI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/gwTywar1pGw/s320/DSC00924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My hair is a mess. =O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SiZ8goTDNXI/AAAAAAAAAuI/KGaxUJrPB8c/s1600-h/DSC00916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343094907936650610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SiZ8goTDNXI/AAAAAAAAAuI/KGaxUJrPB8c/s320/DSC00916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SiZ8giyADJI/AAAAAAAAAuA/sE_f45kPHyY/s1600-h/DSC00926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343094906455854226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SiZ8giyADJI/AAAAAAAAAuA/sE_f45kPHyY/s320/DSC00926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SiZ8gbdUNeI/AAAAAAAAAt4/yrCsuMpQAYY/s1600-h/P010609_16.37.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343094904490046946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SiZ8gbdUNeI/AAAAAAAAAt4/yrCsuMpQAYY/s320/P010609_16.37.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SiZ8gWQLsqI/AAAAAAAAAtw/f_is8_ditxc/s1600-h/P020609_18.09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343094903092785826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SiZ8gWQLsqI/AAAAAAAAAtw/f_is8_ditxc/s320/P020609_18.09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SiZ8gN1r1KI/AAAAAAAAAto/GbKZLR6TTfQ/s1600-h/P020609_18.09%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343094900834161826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SiZ8gN1r1KI/AAAAAAAAAto/GbKZLR6TTfQ/s320/P020609_18.09%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-1491545494471694182?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/1491545494471694182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/fugg-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/1491545494471694182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/1491545494471694182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/06/fugg-what.html' title='fugg the what ?!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SiZ80vfRPcI/AAAAAAAAAuo/TtnUQfC1jTE/s72-c/P290509_12.22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-5488126787251215901</id><published>2009-05-29T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:49:16.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are they hiding something from me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-5488126787251215901?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/5488126787251215901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/5488126787251215901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/5488126787251215901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-hell.html' title='What the hell.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-3621107836871783516</id><published>2009-05-25T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:59:59.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Shqg8MsGQuI/AAAAAAAAAtg/9p3B6w4EAPo/s1600-h/P11-05-09_14.18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339757264259924706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Shqg8MsGQuI/AAAAAAAAAtg/9p3B6w4EAPo/s320/P11-05-09_14.18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellooooo lovelies! I've not been blogging properly nowadays due to laziness. Hehehehe. So yeah, I'm gonna write quite a long one today. I've got sooo much to talk about these past few days. (: For a start, during assembly today, the 98.7 fm crew came! Woohoo. Well actually, only Soo and Shan came. And O-M-G Shan is sooooooooooo H-O-T! *drools* And you know what? He is 194cm tall! :O Okay, anyway, today there was also a so called training for the AYG volunteers. It was okay laaaa. Quite boring but fun at the same time? Yeah. I don't know how to describe it. But OKAY laaaa. -.- There's another training tmr. And I can't wait. Oh guess what! I got to be the announcer for the AYG! Yay yay yay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhany, Sabby and I went to KFC to take our very very very late lunch or very early dinner (it was around 5.30 just now 0.o). We didn't even had a single bite since morning. Pity us, please. We shared money and bought the chicken family meal? 6 pieces. Something like that. And it costed around 20 bucks? My gawd! Okay that's cause we bought an additional cheese fries and the potato thing. What do you call that? S: We talked a lot there. And Dhany got pissed of with that guy. Hahahahha. Funny lah you two. Anyhoo, Dhany had to go off first. Then left only Sabby and me. Talked about personal stuffs. Blablabla. We were full then we had to tapau potato thing (it's actually the bigger size one) and my cheese fries. Haha. Then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Shqg7yZdcCI/AAAAAAAAAtY/lMuX5ukvVkE/s1600-h/P220509_10.15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339757257202429986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Shqg7yZdcCI/AAAAAAAAAtY/lMuX5ukvVkE/s320/P220509_10.15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday. (: The pic above was randomly taken during DnT lesson. Those two are Amanda and Xiu Ling. They were stressfully doing their product while I happily took pics of people around me. :D I finished doing my product earlier so I had nothing better to do. Hehehehehe. School ended at 12.30. After school, we had to rehearse for our SYF performance for that night. It was for the parents to watch and realise why us performing arts people always got home late during the past few months. :D After practicing, we had our lunch and free time. Then came 5pm and had to get ready for the night's performance. By 6.45pm we were already out in the hall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The performance was spectacular. The lighting, the sound system, the effects, &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; was perfect. The school paid about $3000 for all this just for that night. How breathtaking. :O All the performing arts group performed. The Concert Band performed first followed by Choir, Guzheng, Malay Dance, Modern Dance, Chinese Dance and then Indian Dance. I swear, it was the best performance ever since I entered this school! Ooh ooh! Principal praised us Choir too. Hehehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the performance ended, Kak Mahirah burst into tears when she hugged Mrs Long. It's gonna be her last time performing with us and being with us cos she had to step down due to O levels. Awww. I cried too. Too emotional know! (': Headed downstairs for dinner. Had a lil chat with our dear Ms Chng. Then blah, changed and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Shqg7psxDLI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/FNJPFQHeESg/s1600-h/P220509_14.04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339757254867487922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Shqg7psxDLI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/FNJPFQHeESg/s320/P220509_14.04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Before practice started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqgohnNreI/AAAAAAAAAtI/qcV1_qDIovA/s1600-h/P220509_17.41.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339756926279200226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqgohnNreI/AAAAAAAAAtI/qcV1_qDIovA/s320/P220509_17.41.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Soleha before performace starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday! I was super damn busy on that day. In the morning I had to go to Tampines Library to support my fellow malay friends who are in this competition whereby they had to cite their poem/poetry or sajak. But they could also act or sing too. Turns out it was worth it going there. Cos you know why? Our school emerged champion! Syazana made our school proud. Out of over 20 students from different schools who participated in this competition, Syazana got first and she got the best performance award. Congratz Nana. (: Not to forget Syahdirwan and Kak Fiza too. They made our school proud too for being the top 9 and getting a consolation prize. (: In addition, our school got 2nd for the best cheer! Congratz supporters. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqgoY5BhlI/AAAAAAAAAtA/2jftegqUvC4/s1600-h/P230509_14.01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339756923937982034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqgoY5BhlI/AAAAAAAAAtA/2jftegqUvC4/s320/P230509_14.01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was bored so I took some pics. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqgofTfLTI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Kfc_VHDMWgg/s1600-h/P230509_14.06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339756925659589938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqgofTfLTI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Kfc_VHDMWgg/s320/P230509_14.06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqgoH14FSI/AAAAAAAAAsw/YHTKmrPYBwU/s1600-h/P230509_14.36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339756919361377570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqgoH14FSI/AAAAAAAAAsw/YHTKmrPYBwU/s320/P230509_14.36.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Participants gathering on stage after getting their awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Shqgn5fEquI/AAAAAAAAAso/boOUmwwiIFM/s1600-h/P230509_14.43.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339756915507636962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Shqgn5fEquI/AAAAAAAAAso/boOUmwwiIFM/s320/P230509_14.43.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fuchun boleh! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ps: I'm proud to be a Fuchun student. CHEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed off to KFC at Fuchun CC. We were hungry pigs after the competition ended. Hahahahaha. Won't elaborate much about this part. So here are some more pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqgDxESjGI/AAAAAAAAAsg/n8iX5NYaHgk/s1600-h/P230509_15.43%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339756294772526178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqgDxESjGI/AAAAAAAAAsg/n8iX5NYaHgk/s320/P230509_15.43%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at how much they're eating. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqgDozdWeI/AAAAAAAAAsY/YHF2pe1ho3A/s1600-h/P230509_15.43.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339756292554447330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqgDozdWeI/AAAAAAAAAsY/YHF2pe1ho3A/s320/P230509_15.43.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The President who made the school proud. (: - Syazana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqgDdkU2iI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/gpQzZstK904/s1600-h/P230509_15.44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339756289538185762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqgDdkU2iI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/gpQzZstK904/s320/P230509_15.44.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next event of that day was going to the DBS Arts Centre to watch a play - &lt;em&gt;A Midsummer Night's Dream&lt;/em&gt;. I had to rush home and get changed and then go out again at 5.30. Some of us pure lit students went to watch this play with some teachers. I never regretted going there despite not having girlfriends there with me. I had fun there with the company of my cute mates! Satellite, Strawberry, Ju, Jeth, Audrey and others. (: The play was really histarical and although they use the chim2 words, I got the idea. (: So yeah. That's all about Saturday. (: Here are some more pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqgDMY9L9I/AAAAAAAAAsI/4LsB2rRmYo4/s1600-h/P230509_19.03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339756284927094738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqgDMY9L9I/AAAAAAAAAsI/4LsB2rRmYo4/s320/P230509_19.03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amanda! aka satellite. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqgDO4mLVI/AAAAAAAAAsA/cPl3HUvaoV4/s1600-h/P230509_19.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339756285596675410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqgDO4mLVI/AAAAAAAAAsA/cPl3HUvaoV4/s320/P230509_19.07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Audrey and Jeth. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqfVHf0vhI/AAAAAAAAAr4/cZuDIkPxIvA/s1600-h/P230509_19.07%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339755493339741714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqfVHf0vhI/AAAAAAAAAr4/cZuDIkPxIvA/s320/P230509_19.07%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My strawberry! Ju! And Satellite's hand. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqfVKyMMhI/AAAAAAAAArw/E94aqTJULwQ/s1600-h/P230509_19.24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339755494222082578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqfVKyMMhI/AAAAAAAAArw/E94aqTJULwQ/s320/P230509_19.24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amanda Yeo. (: Before play started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqfU-_vE7I/AAAAAAAAAro/MuplzuziDBQ/s1600-h/P230509_19.23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339755491057669042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqfU-_vE7I/AAAAAAAAAro/MuplzuziDBQ/s320/P230509_19.23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Audrey Thong! Pretty aye this girl? Hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqfUkWALRI/AAAAAAAAArg/rml4okKQhf0/s1600-h/P230509_19.15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339755483903307026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqfUkWALRI/AAAAAAAAArg/rml4okKQhf0/s320/P230509_19.15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing a fool before play started. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqfUjKA8sI/AAAAAAAAArY/OV9lk5dn688/s1600-h/P230509_19.16%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339755483584590530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShqfUjKA8sI/AAAAAAAAArY/OV9lk5dn688/s320/P230509_19.16%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Shqe4--qJrI/AAAAAAAAArQ/mh3Q-VsmLYI/s1600-h/P230509_19.16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339755010016814770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Shqe4--qJrI/AAAAAAAAArQ/mh3Q-VsmLYI/s320/P230509_19.16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's kinda dark. &amp;amp; Hey! It's Nadzzzz! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Shqe4dNlziI/AAAAAAAAArA/wbqg0dGmKbA/s1600-h/P230509_21.51%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339755000952639010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Shqe4dNlziI/AAAAAAAAArA/wbqg0dGmKbA/s320/P230509_21.51%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Outside the DBS Arts Centre. We were waiting for our bus to arrive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was bored so we took some pics. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Shqe4LnBbwI/AAAAAAAAAq4/mIaorApK3oY/s1600-h/P230509_21.53.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339754996227469058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Shqe4LnBbwI/AAAAAAAAAq4/mIaorApK3oY/s320/P230509_21.53.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bluuuur. That's Ju btw. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4E1 girl: You are Diyanah right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Yes why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4E1 girl: Omg you are soo small! So cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Umm.. Okay. Thanks? 0.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4E1 girl: Do you know Seri? You look like her you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Really? Haha okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: *looks around to find my friends*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4E1 girl talking to Laurel: Omg. She lost her friends. So cute! Hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: -.-' *walks away*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-3621107836871783516?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/3621107836871783516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/hellooooo-lovelies-ive-not-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/3621107836871783516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/3621107836871783516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/hellooooo-lovelies-ive-not-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/Shqg8MsGQuI/AAAAAAAAAtg/9p3B6w4EAPo/s72-c/P11-05-09_14.18.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-7066338606887121025</id><published>2009-05-25T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T10:14:58.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schoooooooooooool.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently in school now! Wooo. Teacher said we could go to any website. Baik or whut? :D&lt;br /&gt;It's 10.05 now and the others are doing their own things. Nabilah is like looking at me posting this blog. HAHAHAHA. Aniqah and Sheera are also blogging. And they don't know what to write and so they are being random right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Aniqah : *crick crick crick*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the three of us are like writing similar things in our post now. Hahahaha. Anyhooo.. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I told Aniqah that Adam Lambert is gay. And she was like, omg really? She didn't believe that he's actually really gay(although he looks like one) :D If you guys out there don't believe it, go youtube! Hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. Today is someone's 16th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY LUTFIL HADI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.........................................................&lt;br /&gt;...............................................&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to that birthday boy&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;br /&gt;YOU STILL&lt;br /&gt;OWE ME&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FERERO ROCHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay till here. I'm out of words. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-7066338606887121025?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/7066338606887121025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/schoooooooooooool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/7066338606887121025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/7066338606887121025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/schoooooooooooool.html' title='Schoooooooooooool.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-7111931990498584769</id><published>2009-05-21T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:48:16.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruises.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got bruises on my palm, elbow and knee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all of them are on my left side. Baek or whut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cibai, pain siol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw, PADAN MUKE, JUBORAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shut up. I've got no mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-7111931990498584769?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/7111931990498584769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/bruises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/7111931990498584769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/7111931990498584769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/bruises.html' title='Bruises.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-335036036488607682</id><published>2009-05-19T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:04:08.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inalillah. ):</title><content type='html'>To my dearest captain, Natdya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I am so sorry about your loss. ): But please stay strong whatever it is. Your mom wouldn't want to look at you so depressed with your life now. She is peaceful there rather than experiencing all the pain she had to go through here. So you have to stay strong and stay happy. And this is all fate that has been done by Tuhan. It's difficult, I know. But try. Insya Allah you'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-335036036488607682?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/335036036488607682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/inalillah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/335036036488607682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/335036036488607682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/inalillah.html' title='Inalillah. ):'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-6331827924521226059</id><published>2009-05-18T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:55:00.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion.</title><content type='html'>I'm tired la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back a few of my papers. I did quite well. EXCEPT for Geography. I totally flunked geog. Like seriously, for the first time, I got and F-NINE for it. __ Fuckeroo. But it's okay. Cos when I combine with SS, I got a B3 I think. I'll let you know the rest of the results after I've gotten all my papers back. Anyway, about today... there was netball training! Yay yay yay. I miss netball. Hehehehhe. We played games all the way. So it wasn't really much of a training.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much about today actually. So yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Nat:&lt;br /&gt;Be strong kay captain. I'll pray for your Mum. Insya Allah, she'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-6331827924521226059?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/6331827924521226059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/exhaustion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/6331827924521226059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/6331827924521226059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/exhaustion.html' title='Exhaustion.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-6802271577411402686</id><published>2009-05-17T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:56:53.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cramp cramp cramp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShAJgLDvUuI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/6XrG5B_ZNFk/s1600-h/P150509_20.12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336776006762975970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShAJgLDvUuI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/6XrG5B_ZNFk/s320/P150509_20.12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY WHOLE BODY IS ACHING. Especially my thighs. Yesterday had tarian practice. And it was HELL. But still, I had fun. I can't believe I can do the bridge! First try, and TADA! - First ever bridge achievement. Mira was already like, &lt;strong&gt;woah&lt;/strong&gt;! Hahahaha. &amp;amp; yay yay yay. Completeting Payung soon. (: Btw Fuchun people! Do you remember that we had a complaint from someone about students from our school being lovey-dovey under the block outside our school? (something like that) The person who sent that complaint was actually my choreographer (how do you spell it?). O.o I was like, woah really? Hahahahha. Beware people. He's got eyes. :o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well today, went to Johor to shop. Very tiring. In addition, my aches got worse. I was dragging both my feet all the way. Cool huh? Yeah anyway, I SAW LINDAAA! My old long-lost friend. (: It was really a coincidence I met her in Johor. Never knew I would meet a friend outside of Singapore. Well... other than Zubaidah. Hehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that's all. I wanna watch I Love You , Man. Wooootsxz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-6802271577411402686?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/6802271577411402686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/cramp-cramp-cramp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/6802271577411402686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/6802271577411402686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/cramp-cramp-cramp.html' title='cramp cramp cramp.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/ShAJgLDvUuI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/6XrG5B_ZNFk/s72-c/P150509_20.12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-1927313354399218601</id><published>2009-05-15T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:14:15.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucha draaagggggg.</title><content type='html'>*Munches on Pringles* Eh hi. I'm bored. I need entertainment. Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;My days are getting more and more draggy. I don't know if it's me or it's just the MYE heat. But it's a good thing it's over. BUT! The pressure isn't over yet. The release of our MYE results are next week maaaaaaaaaaan. I don't think I'm ready for it. Damnzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know... I think I'm addicted to Blogger. O.o The reason I sit in front of this lappy every single day is just because I wanna blog. And online. And blog. And online. And blog. Eventually I'll get deeper into being overly-frustrated because of people who are just being purely lazy or possibly, too arrogant to have a little chat. ): That leads to boredom. And I swear I hate being too bored. Sab knows why. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to restart this computer. It's starting to bug me. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-1927313354399218601?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/1927313354399218601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/sucha-draaagggggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/1927313354399218601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/1927313354399218601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/sucha-draaagggggg.html' title='Sucha draaagggggg.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-4034335630759635623</id><published>2009-05-15T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:53:10.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsense!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MEPEK PE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-4034335630759635623?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/4034335630759635623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/nonsense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/4034335630759635623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/4034335630759635623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/nonsense.html' title='Nonsense!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-147856546695736699</id><published>2009-05-14T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:51:35.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't things get any worse?</title><content type='html'>This is wrong, &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; wrong. Why must all this happen? To &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;, me, others and and it's affecting &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; else. You people are making our lives miserable. What's happening to our friendship huh? What has happened to our happy days? Just because of what happened in the &lt;em&gt;past&lt;/em&gt;, you people still want to make conflicts? &lt;em&gt;Lepas satu, satu&lt;/em&gt;. Please lah. Behave more like 15 year-olds. Not like 10 year-olds. Sorry for being rude. I'm not giving any bad intentions upon saying this but I just wanna convey this to some people. I want all of us to be like last time. To hang out as a clan like how we used to. And I want all these complications to end. You think this doesn't hit our feelings? It does. Especially to &lt;em&gt;hers&lt;/em&gt;. She knows that the cause of all this is her. But do you think she's happy getting this kind of attitude from you all after all that she had sacrificed herself for all of these to end? &lt;em&gt;Think&lt;/em&gt;. Don't just think of yourself. Don't be self-centred. Put others in front of you first. Think twice before you move forward. Think of what will happen after you've chosen your choice. Do you think things will get better? Or worse? I'm saying all this just for the sake of someone. It's been very difficult for her. And I HATE seeing her at this state. I myself feel sad about all this. You know, it's nerve-wrecking and at the same time relieving if you sacrifice yourself for someone else even if you're not the one who made those knotty moments. But it's all for friendship, and that's when you're willing to do anything for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all this stupid but unbearable conflicts will end soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-147856546695736699?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/147856546695736699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-they-get-any-worse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/147856546695736699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/147856546695736699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-they-get-any-worse.html' title='Can&apos;t things get any worse?'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-3928044652182555321</id><published>2009-05-13T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:30:16.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SgrUagTo31I/AAAAAAAAAqI/mnL2DT-OEMw/s1600-h/P130509_17_00.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335310260387766098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SgrUagTo31I/AAAAAAAAAqI/mnL2DT-OEMw/s320/P130509_17_00.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yaw readers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another post about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things happened. And I swear it was one hysterical day. (: Let's start from the beginning of school. It was Lit paper today and it was manageable. There's a question on TKAM and I did the question on prose too, not the poem. The poem was difficult for me to understand. I tried to understand it by reading it over and over again for.. I dont know how many times. I lost count. O.o Ended at 10.30 I think. Is it? I dont know. So anyhoo, went downstairs to the PE room to meet Mr Raja for the AYG thingy. After that me and GFs head off to the canteen and chillax-ed. We were browsing through my Hot magazine cos we were bored. Omg. &lt;em&gt;Are Kristen and Robert secretly dating?&lt;/em&gt; Woo. Dhan had to go off early. Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sab and I then headed off to McCafe to get some frappes! Heee. And some Woodlander lower sec boy wanted to ask Sab for her number. Hahahahahaha. Podah! :D We decided to have a movie mania again at Sabby's crib. In the bus, we were talking shit and laughed like mad dogs. Raining chocolate eh babe? *licks* Hahahaha! :D Then, Sab's Caramel frappe finished. She went "boohoo" and sucked the straw like a total retard. HAHAHAHA. You should have seen how she sucked it. xD Once we reached our stop, A LOT of "incidents" happened. According to Sab, there were five incidents that made us laugh like freaks in public. They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was talking crappy shit and I mentioned the word blowjob. And guess what? I tripped like a drunkie who just slipped over a banana skin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sabby saw what happened and she laughed until she got on her knees.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I laughed terbahak-bahak too. I dont know why but I suddenly ran off and left Sab alone on the ground laughing loudly. People thought she was a maniac on the lose. O.o&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sabby then realised that she was alone. HAHAHAHA. She then ran towards me, screaming, "DEE CHIBAI!" :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then I was like, "I'm gonna".. *cough cough*.. "I'm gonna"..*cough cough*.."I'm gonna..".. *cough cough*.. I gave up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I swear, Sab really laughed like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;at part 5. :D We then had to cross this road. Sab crossed but I haven't and then I shouted. Then she screamed. I thought the cars were going to hit her. But no they didn't. &lt;em&gt;"Cars move slower than us".&lt;/em&gt; Hahahahaha. We then continued walking and form that point, we split up. I went home first to change and wash up. Then met her at her place at around 12.30.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We watched 2 movies, Prom Night, which is a horror/suspense movie and Bratz. I recommend you guys to watch Prom Night. Huhuhuhu. I got all worked up and tensed when I watch it. Ask Sab. HAHAHAHA. "GO! GO! GO! KICK RIGHT IN HIS BALLS! OMG. NOOOOOOO! HE'S BEHIND YOU! HE'S BEHIND YOU!" ._.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the movie mania, we played with her hamsters. Cute know! Heee. And Sabby is scared of her own pets. Hahaha. Oh well. Then went inside her room to chillax. And that's when the second exciting part of the day comes. Hehehehe. We exchanged a lot stories like about ________ and ______. Ehem. Sab used her stuff toys to give me a rough idea how the situation between them were like. Hahahaha. We also shared our deepest-darkest secrets. Nyeheh. And not to mention, we had a small pillow fight! Wooo. HAHAHAHA. Sumpah gerek! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything about today is fantastic. Without GF, I don't know what would happen to my Wednesday. (: And here are some pics!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SgrIf_eXooI/AAAAAAAAAqA/sC_btufQJiY/s1600-h/P130509_16.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335297160514085506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SgrIf_eXooI/AAAAAAAAAqA/sC_btufQJiY/s320/P130509_16.07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scared aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SgrIfmBwJBI/AAAAAAAAAp4/_XotBx8t27A/s1600-h/P130509_16.24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335297153683170322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SgrIfmBwJBI/AAAAAAAAAp4/_XotBx8t27A/s320/P130509_16.24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lookie lookie! I'm feeding these cutzy wutzy hammies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SgrIRMQO6fI/AAAAAAAAApw/_Wolq_nbDtg/s1600-h/P130509_16.24%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335296906246416882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SgrIRMQO6fI/AAAAAAAAApw/_Wolq_nbDtg/s320/P130509_16.24%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In case you don't know, those are long beans. O.o&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: My hands are not that dark! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SgrIRP_9BgI/AAAAAAAAApo/_jPqsnkELB0/s1600-h/P130509_17_06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335296907251877378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SgrIRP_9BgI/AAAAAAAAApo/_jPqsnkELB0/s320/P130509_17_06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nurin's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SgrIQ6NcqxI/AAAAAAAAApg/kM1vOvSnYlw/s1600-h/P130509_17_07%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335296901402897170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SgrIQ6NcqxI/AAAAAAAAApg/kM1vOvSnYlw/s320/P130509_17_07%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halo~ HALO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SgrIQzFdszI/AAAAAAAAApY/GW5h65JpLQU/s1600-h/P130509_17_02%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335296899490362162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SgrIQzFdszI/AAAAAAAAApY/GW5h65JpLQU/s320/P130509_17_02%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's all. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-3928044652182555321?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/3928044652182555321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/chill-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/3928044652182555321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/3928044652182555321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/chill-out.html' title='Chill out.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SgrUagTo31I/AAAAAAAAAqI/mnL2DT-OEMw/s72-c/P130509_17_00.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-901705895568301474</id><published>2009-05-13T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:20:15.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Partner-in-crime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SgqpwDXAuaI/AAAAAAAAApI/6m2hRsXJj3Q/s1600-h/Baby_Rabbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335263351574411682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SgqpwDXAuaI/AAAAAAAAApI/6m2hRsXJj3Q/s320/Baby_Rabbit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness! Cute right this thing?!?!?! I CAN JUST SMACK IT LIKE A VOLLEY BALL AND THROW IT RIGHT INSIDE A POT AND BOIL IT! GOD, I CAN JUST EAT IT ALIVE! Okay, I'm not being a freak here, but THIS THING IS TOO CUTE TO NOT MASSACRE IT. I wanna pat it, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SgqpvwgARqI/AAAAAAAAApA/NGEndEfgrBI/s1600-h/Hamster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335263346511857314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SgqpvwgARqI/AAAAAAAAApA/NGEndEfgrBI/s320/Hamster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another one! O.MG. CUTE OR WHAT?! I can die of suffocation of overly-cute sights! I can just crush it like crushing a ping pong ball but a softer and furry one. Okay, I don't get myself. Anywooo. I tend to transform into an evil animal lover when i see these kinds of cute little fuzzy wuzzy animals. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm just waiting for SabbyBoo to online. I want the pics babe! Waiting, waiting. Waaaaaaaaitiiiiiiiiingggggg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;g&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-901705895568301474?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/901705895568301474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/partner-in-crime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/901705895568301474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/901705895568301474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/partner-in-crime.html' title='Partner-in-crime'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SgqpwDXAuaI/AAAAAAAAApI/6m2hRsXJj3Q/s72-c/Baby_Rabbit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-4027841485569211609</id><published>2009-05-12T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:00:03.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dope.</title><content type='html'>Okay I don't wanna talk much about today. But all I wanna tell you guys today is I hangout with buddies and girlfriend. We had an awesome time. Stupid &lt;em&gt;ass-poking-stick. &lt;/em&gt;Hahahaha. I took loads of pics just now. I'll upload them tmr alright. Okay, actually I'm like studying for Literature paper tomorrow. I'm not even focusing. O.o I think I'm gonna flunk this paper too. Did I mention? I'm gonna flunk Geog and Phy paper toooooooooo! Hell, I'm so gonna do bad for MYE. HELP NEEDED LIKE.. ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit I'm sooooooooooo darn happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! QUICK QUICK ASK ME WHY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. My dad bought me a new phone! LG KU990! And it's a touch-screen phone baby! AND ITS PIIINK. But, the phone is actually the same as Sab's. But what the heck, atleast it's new and is waaay better than my previous phone. This time, I'm gonna really take care of this baby. Cos I've been bad at handling phones know. You should see my previous phones - lots of scratches. Especially the screen. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few minutes, I've been multi-tasking. Which was reading notes on To Kill A Mocking Bird and blogging. Seriously, there's no point me studying the notes cos nothing will be absorbed. And with that, I usually get a C5 or C6 for Lit. (: I better stop blogging now. I'm off to do some more mugging. Tratata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asslamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-4027841485569211609?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/4027841485569211609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/dope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/4027841485569211609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/4027841485569211609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/dope.html' title='Dope.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-7331253906129023422</id><published>2009-05-12T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:19:06.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stood tall.</title><content type='html'>I trembled upon seeing you there. I couldn't move an inch until I realised I was actually in reality. Controlling and standing tall, I walked pass you, acting as if no one was there. There, with that expression full of hatred, I started to lose grip. Fortunately, I have my friends there for me. Enough said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-7331253906129023422?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/7331253906129023422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/stood-tall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/7331253906129023422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/7331253906129023422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/stood-tall.html' title='Stood tall.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-6263518598059423333</id><published>2009-05-10T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:36:58.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 10 May! :D</title><content type='html'>YAY! My blog's done now! I'm so happy. Well, partly. Today is a bad day for me. Bad bad day. Cos I'm dead meat. Never mind. Let's put that aside... While on the other hand, today is a very very special day because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SgbUwkRBFMI/AAAAAAAAAo4/bLAGR3PeeVc/s1600-h/My+ownage005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334184739500790978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SgbUwkRBFMI/AAAAAAAAAo4/bLAGR3PeeVc/s320/My+ownage005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; MOTHER'S DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day dear, mother. You're a very great mother. You've always been there for me when I'm in need and even at my worse. Thank you so much for everything you've done. Eventhough I'm rude and annoying to you at times, and even if I don't even express my feelings to you, deep inside, I know you're the best mom in the world, and with that, I love you. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And not to forget, a very Happy Mother's Day to all mothers too. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4190166208830375340-6263518598059423333?l=andtheycharged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/feeds/6263518598059423333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-10-may-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/6263518598059423333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4190166208830375340/posts/default/6263518598059423333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheycharged.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-10-may-d.html' title='It&apos;s 10 May! :D'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858949963906334933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SrR4WG73hSI/AAAAAAAAA24/XUmGL-aOGUY/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl1zpzntUDo/SgbUwkRBFMI/AAAAAAAAAo4/bLAGR3PeeVc/s72-c/My+ownage005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4190166208830375340.post-6777238694236010923</id><published>2009-05-10T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:58:58.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; again.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so yeah. Here's a new blog again. -.-' Thanks to some HTML errors in my previous blog, I couldn't get to go into the template. It'll just lag and hang the second I click it. Stupid technology. So anyway, this blog is still under construction though. AND I LOST ALL YOU PEOPLE'S LINKS. Great. Now I have to start all over again. 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