<?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-836478309840251901</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:07:09.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is Impossible in Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>251</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-3271407674701575128</id><published>2008-10-30T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:37:44.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SQlVjYkTooI/AAAAAAAAAhM/OLn4IIV6uHU/s1600-h/DSC06935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SQlVjYkTooI/AAAAAAAAAhM/OLn4IIV6uHU/s400/DSC06935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262831705937650306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SQlVjTbC5uI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ZzpBCMUwrP0/s1600-h/DSC06781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SQlVjTbC5uI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ZzpBCMUwrP0/s400/DSC06781.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262831704556627682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They has been missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're running your mouth like you're five.&lt;br /&gt;Better close your lips, you need to hush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-3271407674701575128?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/3271407674701575128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/3271407674701575128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/they-has-been-missed-youre-running-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SQlVjYkTooI/AAAAAAAAAhM/OLn4IIV6uHU/s72-c/DSC06935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-525235584020565792</id><published>2008-10-30T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:49:45.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;School ends early today. Had two lessons. One hour each. For life-skill, watched Mr Bean show. Laugh here and there. Home straight away after school. I'm sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;'My Attendance Is Bad But My Intentions Are Good'. No more skipping school. Dang! School sent a warning letter. My attendance is already 85%. How great is that?! Brr..&lt;br /&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/836478309840251901-525235584020565792?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/525235584020565792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/525235584020565792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-ends-early-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-4042034853583661333</id><published>2008-10-30T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:10:12.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo Joes and Janes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;School was fine. Only had one lesson and it ends at around 12:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Went home got changed and went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Mr Samri's birthday. FUN, thats all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;Firli texted me, asked me whether I wanna stay in school and watch NTU girls train.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, agreed. Oliver was around. Played shooting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and mini games with him.&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh, two person yet its FUN you see.&lt;br /&gt;Ate in the canteen with Oliver and that female teacher. Who? Mimi's her name? I think. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Had a great chat with both of them. Oliver, as usual, full of crap.&lt;br /&gt;She went off after that. The funny thing is that she like to say "bye" many times.&lt;br /&gt;I mean way too many times. HAHA. And I was like, "oooooooookay. bye"&lt;br /&gt;Oliver continued with his shooting. I sat down on the bench and watched the movie "Oliver &amp;amp; The Imaginary Goal Keeper". HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Firli came. Slacked in the teachers room. Aircon, oh heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Played shooting. Now with goal keeper. Penalties yada yada. It was fun daww.&lt;br /&gt;The girls came. Had to stop our crap. Watch them train.&lt;br /&gt;By watching, you learn. Did some helping out in the later part. So yeahh.. rated 7 outta 10.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoods, Serena was there, my long lost coach. Back when I was still in Canberra.&lt;br /&gt; I forgot her name at first. Took quite a long time to get her name back into my head.  If you're reading this, HELLO SERENA. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Home after that. My stomach can't take it anymore. Cramp. I don't know why. Sudden cramp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to school in the morning. Whole day practical lessons. Dang! I swear I was half dead in class. I was closing my eyes while filing that metal piece. Have you been through this where you kept on filing that metal piece, using pressure, hoping that it will be in perfection to what the teacher wants and after a few hours, IT STILL KINDA LOOK THE SAME? NO, it IS the same from where I started from. The files were I-don't-know-what-to-say. You get what I mean?! Last lesson, autoCAD, ends at 5pm. Home. Rest. Soccer court with FCAJ. My stamina's down. Heavy body equals to no more active in soccer. Saw FarahD after a long time. All the best for your O's alright babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floorball training will resume the week after next. Can't wait. Wooh!&lt;br /&gt;Months without training, its killing me.&lt;br /&gt;Train floorball outside, anyone? I'm desperate. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update more soon but can't promise when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-4042034853583661333?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4042034853583661333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4042034853583661333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/yo-joes-and-janes-lets-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-1500128577280791078</id><published>2008-10-27T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:22:07.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo Joes and Janes.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be blogging that often.&lt;br /&gt;Its either I'm busy or have nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;Projects, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-1500128577280791078?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1500128577280791078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1500128577280791078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/yo-joes-and-janes.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-5087455887243346118</id><published>2008-10-25T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:58:24.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hungrehh (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;No one's at home and there's nothing to eat.&lt;br /&gt;TSK. Lazy to shop for food.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone? HELP?&lt;br /&gt;One McSpicy meal, upsize please.&lt;br /&gt;And not to forget, you pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-5087455887243346118?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5087455887243346118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5087455887243346118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/hungrehh-no-ones-at-home-and-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-3194402936267593206</id><published>2008-10-25T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:54:48.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went to watch POL-ITE game with Khairul, Yat Cicak, Man and that guy.&lt;br /&gt;There were many supporters who came down yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;'Kecohh' is the word to describe the 'suasana'. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I had lots of fun there. The game was FUN to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to describe more. So yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS to both team!&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-3194402936267593206?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/3194402936267593206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/3194402936267593206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/went-to-watch-pol-ite-game-with-khairul.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-4198724775910293545</id><published>2008-10-23T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:49:23.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SQCN5jOHbTI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ZYZfg9Q1fgM/s1600-h/1_132718507l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SQCN5jOHbTI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ZYZfg9Q1fgM/s400/1_132718507l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260360384615247154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YO YAT CICAK/KECHIQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Have a great day ahead yaww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, I'm gonna state the reason why I skip school again today.&lt;br /&gt;There's floorball game at ITE Bedok. Yeahh. For fun as there's visitors.&lt;br /&gt;Went there with Baizoorawrr and Aisyah. Saw Faiz aka Paiz in the train.&lt;br /&gt;He told me about his teachers who will lock the doors after 15/30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Late, stay outside. Cannot come into class. I was like, terok keperr ?!?! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;At first floorball was FUN. After some time, boredom strikes.&lt;br /&gt;Its not as lively when you play in MacPherson/Tampines/Simei.&lt;br /&gt;Not stating negative stuffs about the school. But thats what I thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;And that someone, STOP IT ehh. No names said. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you to ask this type of question infront of the teacher,&lt;br /&gt;"Natasha, tak pergi skolah?"&lt;br /&gt;If the teacher band me from going for floorball thingy, I'll blame you.&lt;br /&gt;I know that has happened to other people before. Neglecting studies because of floorball.&lt;br /&gt;So it started at 10am and ends at 3pm. Went to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;Shyqah, Surya and ME used Baizoorawrr's shampoo and soap. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS YO BAIZOORAWRR.&lt;br /&gt;Took pictures. And went to meet Khairul and the rest outside.&lt;br /&gt;The girls and Zul went home/out/training.&lt;br /&gt;I thought there were more people but only Khairul, Yat and I-don't-know-his-name was left.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked under the block.&lt;br /&gt;They started story telling me about the fight and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;I find it merepek. Only KIDS do those stuffs right guys? they know.&lt;br /&gt;Bussed and went to eat at Banquet. And Fish &amp;amp; Chip.&lt;br /&gt;I hate eating western food outside, tak sedap.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know why I bought it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Eat. Went under one of the block. Slack there while waiting for Firli and Man.&lt;br /&gt;Firli, L-A-T-E kebabai. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked. Firli went off first. We continued to slack till 9pm(?).&lt;br /&gt;Man was hilarious, I swear. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Bussed home with Man and Yat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow school starts at 9:30am.&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh, I'm going to school. InsyaAllah. Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon meeting Yat, Khai, Man yada yada to go and watch POL-ITE game.&lt;br /&gt;All the best POL-ITE players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-4198724775910293545?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4198724775910293545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4198724775910293545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-yo-yat-cicakkechiq.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SQCN5jOHbTI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ZYZfg9Q1fgM/s72-c/1_132718507l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-747074744346730793</id><published>2008-10-22T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:42:32.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT GOING TO SCHOOL AGAIN TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;WOOH. I'm a happy goober.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Will explain in the next post, tomorrow maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-747074744346730793?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/747074744346730793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/747074744346730793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/guess-what-im-not-going-to-school-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-5957756733315487514</id><published>2008-10-22T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:53:34.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I skipped school AGAIN today due to aching body from yesterday's Xtreme Fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;My shoulder down were aching like only god knows.&lt;br /&gt;Can't sit when I'm lying and can't even walk properly. It felt like my muscles were being stretched.&lt;br /&gt;PAIN PAIN PAIN!&lt;br /&gt;I was totally exhausted. We did great yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get 1st/2nd/3rd since we started late because we registered late. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;There were 30 over teams. There were 3 batch of teams.&lt;br /&gt;First batch starts at 9:30am(?)&lt;br /&gt;Second batch starts at 10:00am(?)&lt;br /&gt;Third batch starts 1hour 30minutes later than the starting time.&lt;br /&gt;And yeahh, my team, Volkommen, was in the third batch of people.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I was f*cking tired running here and there after not having any floorball trainings.&lt;br /&gt;I love being in the 'HUTAN'. We must search for 2 small jigsaw(s).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that was difficult. I found the first one after 5 minutes of searching.&lt;br /&gt;Mud here and there. Bruises everywhere. But its cool.&lt;br /&gt;We survived till the end. Congratulations. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my team mates were,&lt;br /&gt;Khairul&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz&lt;br /&gt;Noraswan&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;br /&gt;p.s. we didn't chose that team name. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow schooling.&lt;br /&gt;My attendance has got from bad to worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-5957756733315487514?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5957756733315487514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5957756733315487514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-skipped-school-again-today-due-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-6965962907047731023</id><published>2008-10-20T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:52:37.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gave school a skip again today.&lt;br /&gt;So far haven't attend any Monday lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday went Jalan Raya with Floorballers.&lt;br /&gt;Who went? Well alot of people were busy with Floorball trainings(club), working etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;So only left with Aisyahh, Baizoorawrr, Shyqahh, Umairah, Zulfadli and ME.&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of FUN though. I can't believe that Shyqahh actually joined us. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, woke up at 7am.&lt;br /&gt;Got ready and stuff. Met the FCAJ members at Admiralty MacDonalds at 8:30am.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for the rest. STAR KARAT lahh. Never on time.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; SYUKK, kau lambat. And that proofs that kau star karat. Don't ever deny it.&lt;br /&gt;Trained to Yishun. Proceeded to the field. And thats when I go crazy..&lt;br /&gt;MY ADIDAS SHOE WAS SOAKED WITH MUD. TSK them never warn me.&lt;br /&gt;I stepped on in and people go "eeeeee..mud".&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "huhh? mud? *look down* OMG! KasutKU"&lt;br /&gt;dahh tak bau kedai. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I wiped the mud off but the colour of it remains.&lt;br /&gt;Went to fetch Baizoorawrr at the MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;Washed my shoe as well at the toilet there.&lt;br /&gt;Went to MacDonalds at Northpoint. Breakfast, d'uhh.&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded back to the field. Watched the game.&lt;br /&gt;The goal keeper of the blue team was really funny. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;FCAJ rules the field, 9-3.&lt;br /&gt;Trained back to Admiralty. Slacked under Syukk's block.&lt;br /&gt;Home after that. Cleaned my Adidas shoe. Luckily it went off easily.&lt;br /&gt;Got ready to meet the FCAJ's again. Going to Muhaimin's open house.&lt;br /&gt;It was raining. So I asked Dzulhisham to fetch me from home with an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;You know me. I hate carrying an umbrella with me. So un-glam. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;But sadly he went out already without carrying an umbrella. So we met at the block nearby.&lt;br /&gt;Bus-ed to Latep's house. Slacked. Watched them play CS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bussed to Woodlands bus station. Met Syahh and Kamarul. They were late.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because someone made plan 'P' and made them wait for freaking long.&lt;br /&gt;Who? S-O-M-E-O-N-E. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Trained to Choa Chu Kang. Met Boy and Yam(?).&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded to Muhaimin's crib. Eat, slacked, joke  yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;Off at around 7pm. Bussed to Dhoby Ghaut HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Syukk joined us in this part.&lt;br /&gt;Bussed again to the other Movie Theater, Cathay(?)&lt;br /&gt;Watched Burn(?) Thats what written in the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;The show was rated OKAY. Not that bad but it made me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;It was full of the 'F' word.&lt;br /&gt;"What the FUCK. What the FUCK are you doing here, FUCKER. FUCK."&lt;br /&gt;Than I was like, okayy. EEE-REE-TEHH-TINGG!&lt;br /&gt;Too many of it already. Over-rated.&lt;br /&gt;The movie ends around 11plus. Slacked.&lt;br /&gt;People smoked, talk to friends yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;Trained back home. Reached home at 1am.&lt;br /&gt;Was damn exhausted so straight I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Today wanted to go to school but eyes were too heavy.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeeeeeeeeep and when I woke up,&lt;br /&gt;"alamak. if I go to school, I will be damn late. Skip lahh"&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally planned my time wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;Supposingly, I MUST go to school today.&lt;br /&gt;Because I have to pass the reform for tomorrow as I can't attend school, Xtreme Fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, heck care-take care.&lt;br /&gt;So, going shopping alone later.&lt;br /&gt;Than meet up with Aisyahh, watching POL-ITE match, against Ngee Ann Polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-6965962907047731023?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/6965962907047731023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/6965962907047731023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/gave-school-skip-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-7184951702764446584</id><published>2008-10-18T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:19:19.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gaaahh! Boreddd.&lt;br /&gt;Today going Jalan Raya with Floorballers.&lt;br /&gt;I will be late, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, FCAJ(s) gonna have another match.&lt;br /&gt;Same venue. Kick-off at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;Yarhh, thats right.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting time will be 8plus.&lt;br /&gt;Woahh (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Usually every Sunday I will wake up at 11am-12pm.&lt;br /&gt;Unless I'm woking. Which I have to wake up as early as 6:30am.&lt;br /&gt;Must force myself up tomorrow yaww.&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T WAIT FOR TUESDAY, XTREME FIESTA (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-7184951702764446584?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/7184951702764446584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/7184951702764446584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/gaaahh-boreddd.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-3472965979338276916</id><published>2008-10-17T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:18:00.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My star boy rules the sky&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/836478309840251901-3472965979338276916?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/3472965979338276916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/3472965979338276916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-star-boy-rules-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-3545398960414707180</id><published>2008-10-17T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:49:55.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SPfRgY8XG-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/1ECW4iml_4k/s1600-h/119415974881323%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SPfRgY8XG-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/1ECW4iml_4k/s400/119415974881323%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257901444359986146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Old picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 14th Birthday Nadrah Shazwani (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have a great day ahead "JILL".&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, who's she? She's that crazy ass girl.&lt;br /&gt;She's like pot calling the kettle black.&lt;br /&gt;Lame-shit/ Bull-crap girl, 24/7. (hint hint to the meaning of that, Adda)&lt;br /&gt;But I still love her to bits and pieces. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds wrong. I'm straight though.&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/836478309840251901-3545398960414707180?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/3545398960414707180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/3545398960414707180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/old-picture-happy-14th-birthday-nadrah.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SPfRgY8XG-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/1ECW4iml_4k/s72-c/119415974881323%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-6664997123468585611</id><published>2008-10-16T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T01:12:36.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p.s. typo errors in the previous post. lazy to change.&lt;br /&gt;figure it out yourself what I'm trying to say yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, nothing much to do at home.&lt;br /&gt;People coming for Raya later.&lt;br /&gt;Who? Mom and Dad 's long lost friends who worked in the Hotel years back.&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh, my mom and dad worked at the same hotel when they were young.&lt;br /&gt;And tadaaa, they both got married. Random.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna rot at home today.&lt;br /&gt;Its raining outside now, HEAVILY.&lt;br /&gt;So, even if I got any plans, I would have canceled it.&lt;br /&gt;1-2-3-entertain me in MSN/Friendster/Myspace people.&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually my Myspace(TOTALLY) and MSN is dead.&lt;br /&gt;MSN, my little-sexy fingures(HAHA) are just too lazy to type too much.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, I would just online for a few minutes and say BBYE to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;OR, put my status as 'AWAY' for freaking long hours.&lt;br /&gt;Friendster, lazy to reply to comments this few days but have to. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I don't want to entertain people. I would love to.&lt;br /&gt;Its just that I'm just plain lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO WORK WORK WORK and NO TO SCHOOL can?&lt;br /&gt;Projects here 'n' there is so making me 98% HATE SCHOOL. hahh.&lt;br /&gt;Dang! I'm just so f*cking random today. Enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-6664997123468585611?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/6664997123468585611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/6664997123468585611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/p.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-6041613436486074160</id><published>2008-10-15T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T01:39:36.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, went to meet up with Razmilsyah, Syukrii and Dzulhisham.&lt;br /&gt;Razmilsyah was late so they decided to proceed to the NPC court first.&lt;br /&gt;Soccer. *blublablubla* Proceed to basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;Soccer again. And all those who went jalan raya walked there infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;(you know who you guys are)&lt;br /&gt;And I was busy raising up my hand. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Syukrii's house.&lt;br /&gt;Under his block and slacked.&lt;br /&gt;Home around 11pluspm(?) and straight to bed. Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school in the morning. There's only one lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Did nothing in class. Because I freaking don't understand what that teacher is talking about.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, watched people do but I guess they don't understand as well.&lt;br /&gt;After 15 minutes or so, almost everyone stopped doing. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked in class till 11.45am.&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet up with Khairul, Hafiz, Nasir,Noraswan.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat for awhile at the canteen. Than we proceed to ITE Yishun.&lt;br /&gt;We have to attend a briefing for the Xtreme Fiesta which is held on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;*blublablubla* BORINGG! Around 3pluspm it ended.&lt;br /&gt;We all went to Northpoint with 3  rock climbing guys.&lt;br /&gt;Ate and MacDonalds and slacked there till 5:15pm.&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz, Khairul and myself went trained to Clementi while Nasir went to work and the rest went home?&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Yat Keciq and i-don't-know-his-name. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Bus-ed to Ngee Ann Polytechnic. Watched the POL-ITE game.&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful game yaww. It was FULL of CHALLENGE.&lt;br /&gt;I had really great fun watching the game.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations you people.&lt;br /&gt;WAHH (!!!) Amira scored the second goal for POL-ITE. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;SUPERB GOAL.&lt;br /&gt;Everything ends around 9pluspm.&lt;br /&gt;Played floorball for awhile with Khairul yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;Kecohness. And there's this incident where everyone burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing funny about it actually. PAINFULL but we just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;Went to MacDonalds with Khairul, Yian, Yat Keciq, Firli, Jen yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to ta-pao some foods home. Trained back home.&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted mayne. Home and straight away jumped into bed. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORINGG DAY. Like VERY. Did nothing in class except for Moner's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Moner's lesson, it was FUN and CHALLENGING. We have to assemble back that machine in 10minutes in order to get distinction.&lt;br /&gt;I did that in 14minutes. And it was PURR-FECT-LY done. For a girl, thats one good thang.&lt;br /&gt;Break. Nasir Hasar's lesson was HORRIBLE. ALL did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;My metal piece was with Haiqel. So yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;Some brought it but lazy to do.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Nasir let is slack in class.&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh, in that dirty, dusty classroom. Brr..&lt;br /&gt;Slacked, sleep, listen to MP3.&lt;br /&gt;2:15pm, HOME.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go for CAD lesson since I'm already half-dead. No point going.&lt;br /&gt;With that half-dead body, its better of I stay at home and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? This things happens everytime.&lt;br /&gt;In school, half-dead. At home, super-duper-hyper.&lt;br /&gt;Gaaahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lady in class sent me timetable through email and said, every friday don't need to attend school. Gaah! Now what ?!?! She sent me those with errors. FRIDAY NEED TO GO TO SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;AMAZINGG ZINGG ZINGG ZINGG! tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good/Fun stuffs thats going to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Thursday and Friday, there's no school for all Mechatronics students.&lt;br /&gt;Friday gonna run on tracks with those who are involved in the Xtreme Fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Jalan Raya with Floorballers.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, no S&amp;amp;W.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, no school for me but need to go to ITE Yishun for the Race(Xtreme Fiesta)&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the days, as per normal, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-6041613436486074160?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/6041613436486074160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/6041613436486074160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/monday-at-night-went-to-meet-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-5980887046265094308</id><published>2008-10-13T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T02:03:47.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;New Timetable for this term&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; 8.00-11.00am - EC (P) D306 Gerald Tay&lt;br /&gt;11.00-12.30pm - EC theory D305 Gerald Tay&lt;br /&gt;12.30-1pm - Break&lt;br /&gt;1.00-3pm - SW MPH Ramathas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;9am-12.30pm - EC(P) D306 Gerald Tay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;8.30-11 - MEM(P)  D206 Moner&lt;br /&gt;11-12 - break&lt;br /&gt;12-2.30 - MEF(P) D206 Nasir Hasir&lt;br /&gt;2.30-3 - Break&lt;br /&gt;3-5 - CAD(P) D204 Idris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;8-10 - CAD(P) D204 Idris&lt;br /&gt;10-11 - CAH MPH Moner&lt;br /&gt;11-1 - LPER3 C306 Zaidi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;NO SCHOOL&lt;br /&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/836478309840251901-5980887046265094308?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5980887046265094308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5980887046265094308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-timetable-for-this-term-monday-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-7709505793401387229</id><published>2008-10-13T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:59:52.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dengar sini semua dan semua dengar sini.&lt;br /&gt;All the raya pictures will be uploaded again by the end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;For those who doesn't get to see those pictures, sabar menanti yahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, gave school a skip today.&lt;br /&gt;Basically I'm lazy to go to school. School's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I f*cking hate lessons. Such a bore.&lt;br /&gt;Whats more, when I asked someone whether the timetable has changed, he said no.&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to go for only the second lesson which starts at 12pm(OLD timetable).&lt;br /&gt;And now, people start telling me that the next lesson starts at 11-12.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;First lesson for today starts at 8-11am.&lt;br /&gt;Like d'uhh! I can't reach school on time. So yeahh, staying at home is the best damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a haircut. Like at-last. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Hungry now. Gonna eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-7709505793401387229?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/7709505793401387229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/7709505793401387229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/dengar-sini-semua-dan-semua-dengar-sini.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-7270385501923788821</id><published>2008-10-11T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:59:33.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gonna get a haircut later on.&lt;br /&gt;School gonna start this coming Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh, say it out loud, (all the vulgar words comes right here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw this girl wearing a Baju Kebaya with skinny jeans and white school shoes, yesterday at the bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, wait. Not now. At the count of three alright?&lt;br /&gt;1-2-3-(LAUGH YOUR ASS OUT)!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my eyes. Thats so COOL, NOT.&lt;br /&gt;Random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-7270385501923788821?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/7270385501923788821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/7270385501923788821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/gonna-get-haircut-later-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-2102965728342034617</id><published>2008-10-10T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:03:25.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SO9eVsnrAeI/AAAAAAAAAgM/7zHwwOwhjaA/s1600-h/IMG_1130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SO9eVyUHccI/AAAAAAAAAgk/mJyJwvL6Drs/s400/IMG_1202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255523018541068738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SO9eWNEh_fI/AAAAAAAAAgs/EhsyhbHr4lE/s1600-h/IMG_1227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SO9eWNEh_fI/AAAAAAAAAgs/EhsyhbHr4lE/s400/IMG_1227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255523025723457010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hari Raya Outing&lt;br /&gt;North and East, met on 091008.&lt;br /&gt;Its was extremely FUN-tastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-2102965728342034617?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/2102965728342034617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/2102965728342034617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/hari-raya-outing-north-and-east-met-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SO9eVsnrAeI/AAAAAAAAAgM/7zHwwOwhjaA/s72-c/IMG_1130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-6317490302864579818</id><published>2008-10-09T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:26:17.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SO1qE5NekGI/AAAAAAAAAgE/WWUhJqiuCj8/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SO1qE5NekGI/AAAAAAAAAgE/WWUhJqiuCj8/s400/DSC00075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254972972520607842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;09.10.2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 17th Birthday Razmilsyah&lt;/span&gt; (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day ahead yaww&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are wiz, who's birthday falls on 08.10.2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 16th Birthday Are Wiz&lt;/span&gt; (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today going jalan raya with FCAJ(s), Joes &amp;amp; Janes.&lt;br /&gt;Will update more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-6317490302864579818?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/6317490302864579818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/6317490302864579818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/09.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SO1qE5NekGI/AAAAAAAAAgE/WWUhJqiuCj8/s72-c/DSC00075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-641460950531145875</id><published>2008-10-08T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T07:27:49.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saaapp~~&lt;br /&gt;Ouh well, been busy this few days.&lt;br /&gt;With what? WORK!&lt;br /&gt;Plus supporting POL-ITE games.&lt;br /&gt;So far only one game has passed and congratulations to both women/men teams.&lt;br /&gt;The next game, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;The best of luck guys((:&lt;br /&gt;About work. Been working on Tuesday and Wednesday(today).&lt;br /&gt;Legs are aching already. Eyes, sleepy entertaining oh-so-blur/lost-people.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily there's the staffs who are oh-so-funny, and they made my day.&lt;br /&gt;Jokes a day made your stress go away can? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Like as if I'm stressed of whatsoever. Nahh..&lt;br /&gt;Will not be working tomorrow as you know there's POL-ITE game.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh.. understand-understood ah ehh.&lt;br /&gt;Friday working, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, rot at home and get ready for school the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Cheeeeeeeeeeebaboon, I F*CKING HATE SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;To sum up the things that I've learnt from school so far?&lt;br /&gt;ABSOLUTELY NOTHING (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;[exclude common sense stuffs]&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the inner me is telling me to quit school.&lt;br /&gt;But, d'uhh I won't. Not now maybe?!&lt;br /&gt;Since its nearing Exams. Yeahh, f*cking exams.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm gonna screw it.&lt;br /&gt;Schooling in ITE is making me hate school.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. But that's fact.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so behind time, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; the teachers ain't helping. BOO!&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they explain till everyone understand ever bits and pieces that they are teaching?&lt;br /&gt;Than to continue talking with students with lost minds. Urghh!&lt;br /&gt;BUT I love the Floorball trainings/matches yada yada held in ITE.&lt;br /&gt;Its like WOW. Is there School of Floorball?&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, I'm talking crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-641460950531145875?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/641460950531145875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/641460950531145875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/saaapp-ouh-well-been-busy-this-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-1891237465882127150</id><published>2008-10-06T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:18:50.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cvfpnMeD5gA"&gt;Qunut Video &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watch this 'Qunut' scene from Kecoh Kecoh Nak Raya&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious, serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-1891237465882127150?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1891237465882127150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1891237465882127150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/watch-this-qunut-scene-from-kecoh-kecoh.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-1198908572554762614</id><published>2008-10-05T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T07:58:34.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Work was hell lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Reached Harbour Front station at 7:30am. Helped Kumar out with some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;And had to wait till 8:30am. I am incharge or the NTUC Family Event thingy. So yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;Different Sentosa bus-stand. Got bored of waiting. TSKK.&lt;br /&gt;Did that job from 8:30am - 11am. 11am cover break for Michelle(however it is spelled) and Fizahh. 1:30pm, my break.&lt;br /&gt;Since Thaleb was there, went back to Sentosa station with him.&lt;br /&gt;2:30pm went back. Did Rover at Beach Station.&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh, did with Thaleb. Kecohh. HAHAHA, funny scenes. "a'ooo a'ooo", inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;Thaleb left at 3pm. I did with this guy after that, well I don't know his name but what I know is that HE'S HOT(sumpah).&lt;br /&gt;We talked but didn't talk much. Well, no topics to talk about. HAHAHA. 5:15pm I left. He did alone after that. Actually I think he went for his break after I left because he was no where to be found. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Raffles City ALONE to buy that Adidas shoe from that Adidas shop which costs me $85. ORI dokk! HAHA. Like FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;Home after that. *blublablubla* using laptop now.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, gonna watch POL-ITE game, 7:30pm at Ngee-An Polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;Well, wanna wish them GOOD LUCK FOR TOMORROW'S GAME&lt;br /&gt;Especially BAIZOORAWRR. Don't forget to lose ehh. HAHA, joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-1198908572554762614?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1198908572554762614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1198908572554762614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/work-was-hell-lots-of-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-4661157551673451497</id><published>2008-10-04T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:48:22.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SOcs1LVBF4I/AAAAAAAAAf8/a1Jp1cmzaUs/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SOcs1LVBF4I/AAAAAAAAAf8/a1Jp1cmzaUs/s400/DSC00072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253216782436603778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow I'm working.&lt;br /&gt;YAYY (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Like at last, after days of break.&lt;br /&gt;Working hours, 7:30am-5:15pm.&lt;br /&gt;At Harbour Front dokk. Wooh!&lt;br /&gt;Fehh-vo-rai-ot! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Plus, tomorrow can eat outside, infront of every human being.&lt;br /&gt;No more fasting month, woo-hoo-hoo.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna attack that favourite uncle's shop. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Planned to fast the 6 days thingy but don't know when I wanna start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I'm tired, sleepy and HUNGREHH!&lt;br /&gt;That Thaleb texted me at 1am just to ask me whether I'm working today or not.&lt;br /&gt;Ouh well, usual stuff. Entertain. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-4661157551673451497?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4661157551673451497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4661157551673451497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/tomorrow-im-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SOcs1LVBF4I/AAAAAAAAAf8/a1Jp1cmzaUs/s72-c/DSC00072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-6812250400482072134</id><published>2008-10-02T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:38:11.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SOTpK7H0E-I/AAAAAAAAAfc/EHxiuDah4PI/s1600-h/DSC02853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SOTpK7H0E-I/AAAAAAAAAfc/EHxiuDah4PI/s400/DSC02853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252579439299269602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cousins, Siblings, Mother&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SOTpKz7irsI/AAAAAAAAAfk/goQne4wvhtc/s1600-h/DSC03266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SOTpKz7irsI/AAAAAAAAAfk/goQne4wvhtc/s400/DSC03266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252579437368749762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My all time favourite kid&lt;br /&gt;Well, when he starts his story telling, he won't stop.&lt;br /&gt;CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, you won't understand what he's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;DOUBLE THE CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SOTpKxeUY2I/AAAAAAAAAfs/ZWl7-aSC0LE/s1600-h/Arya.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SOTpKxeUY2I/AAAAAAAAAfs/ZWl7-aSC0LE/s400/Arya.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252579436709307234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New kid in the block, Arya(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SOTpLHss4GI/AAAAAAAAAf0/RLinTdwlll4/s1600-h/Alia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SOTpLHss4GI/AAAAAAAAAf0/RLinTdwlll4/s400/Alia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252579442675212386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New kid in the block, Alia(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two are sisters.&lt;br /&gt;Cute stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done blogging, won't blog much as I'm lazy&lt;br /&gt;Raya mood, not there yet&lt;br /&gt;I want to workk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-6812250400482072134?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/6812250400482072134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/6812250400482072134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/cousins-my-all-time-favourite-kid-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SOTpK7H0E-I/AAAAAAAAAfc/EHxiuDah4PI/s72-c/DSC02853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-4428807606281818781</id><published>2008-09-30T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T06:12:31.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN&lt;br /&gt;SALAH DAN SILAP HARAP DIMAAFKAN YERR&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the text msg-es people. I swear I was busy replying back. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI `08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-4428807606281818781?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4428807606281818781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4428807606281818781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/selamat-hari-raya-maaf-zahir-dan-batin.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-8616458408774629135</id><published>2008-09-30T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:02:42.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, went to watch FCAJ's match. They said they won. I didn't keep track of the scores. Busy looking at HOT guys. HAHAHA, joking. They played really well. So yeahh, CONGRATES people! (: Sorry to Baizoorawr and Aisyah because I can't tag you guys. Cuaca dah masa tak mengizinkan. I want to go shopping!!! Arghh. Off we went to Burger King. "Break fast". Off to Syukrii's crib to watch F1. Who's there? Razmilsyah, Kamarul, Dzulhisham, and Latep. Had fun. We watched funny videos in 'YOUTUBE'. And finally I got those pictures from Syukrii. HAHA. Went home at 11plus. My eyes, can't take it anymore. Tired and sleepy. Overall, I had fun with FCAJ crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, went out with Danial and Amir. Sumpah it was kecoh. Wanna know what happened? Read this story. Its gonna be long so I'm gonna call it "Story Telling" session.&lt;br /&gt;Met those two at 3:20(?)pm. Supposed to meet at 2:45pm. Raining is their excuse. hehh. Trained to CityHall. In the train, we were eye-ing girls for Amir. HAHA. Not bad ah all but this girl wearing black ADA BODY. HAHAHA. (inside joke) Peninsula, went to that new shop. Didn't buy anything because I just couldn't make up my mind what to buy. Went to RafflesCity to take a look at that Adidas Shoe. Its still there. I DESPERATELY WANT THAT! hehh. Off we went to CausewayPoint. Walked around, and off we went to PizzaHut. Wanted to buka there. Well we wanted to seat at the sofa area but it was FULL. Got this seat some-what near that sofa area. *blublablubla* Saw that one of the sofa seats is available. The manager is cleaning up the table. I hold up my hand and said, "Manager". Well, just to play a fool because we planned to change seats. I thought the Manager didn't realize I called her than when I turned my head to the right, she was there beside me, looking at me and asking, "yes?" Than I said, "huhh? nothing nothing" HAHAHA. Suar sia aku. Amir called her again and asked for a change of seat and she said okayy. *blublablubla* we took super long time to choose what to eat. End up we breakfast LATE. The "ORDER TAKERS" (I name the waitress(es)/waiter(s) that) were busy and couldn't entertain us with the orders. So yeahh, after like 15/20 minutes after the buka time, Danial went up to the Manager and asked her to come to our table to take our order. But this malay girl came first. So yeahh, ordered. Thanks Irahh. (name stated at her name tag) While waiting for the food, we decided to give all the money to Danial. And guess what? I realized that one of my 10 bucks that I took out from the bank earlier on was torn. Like obvious punye. Shocked. Bank betol punye suar. Wanted to give back the bank that money but sadly, the bank rejected it. TSK. So we secretly planned to pay with that money. We planned how to give the money in such a way that they don't realize there's any torn money. So yeahh, Thanks to Amir for the idea. Brilliant! Oh yarh, DANIAL FORGOT TO BRING HIS 50 BUCKS! And he just realized that after ordering lots of foods. Than I said, "takpe, limit limit cuci pinggan" HAHAHA. He ended up borrowing money from his dad. So yeahh, paid the bills. Danial went of first. After paying the bills, Amir and I realized that the change was not enough. We were busy counting everything back after that. We took around 15/20 minutes to do so. Took out calculator and stuffs. We even got stressed up thinking how come the change is short. After that, *poop* my eyes saw that  GST and Service Charge word. Like stupid Kuckoo siaa both of us. HAHAHA.  Dang! So expensive the GST and Service Charge. Danial didn't told us anything about that. Texted him and he said he didn't even know there is those two charges. So yeahh, today has been HILARIOUS. We made a fool of ourselves. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Things at ate :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sausage Mania , $ 9.80&lt;br /&gt;* Chocolate Cake , $5.50&lt;br /&gt;* Fish 'O , $4.60&lt;br /&gt;* Hot Chocolate , $2.80&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL : $22.70&lt;br /&gt;all to myself. Woahh!&lt;br /&gt;(will post the receipt in the next post as promised to Danial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home after that. Still awak till now. People keep text-ing me earlier on. So yeahh, can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Time check, 2:58am. Sahur time is going to be soon.&lt;br /&gt;Today, Petang Raya/Malam Raya. Not yet in the mood for Raya. Lazy lahh wanna jalan Raya. All live so far away. HAHA. Maybe going out maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-8616458408774629135?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/8616458408774629135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/8616458408774629135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-went-to-watch-fcajs-match.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-9212302790716320264</id><published>2008-09-28T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T18:06:13.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saaapp~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with the FCAJ's at 2pm today.&lt;br /&gt;Than off to watch the soccer match.&lt;br /&gt;After the match, meeting up with Baizoorawrr and gang.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-9212302790716320264?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/9212302790716320264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/9212302790716320264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/saaapp-meeting-up-with-fcajs-at-2pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-3412071484622957748</id><published>2008-09-27T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T07:55:49.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today, work was freaking tiring. Start work at 8:30am and it ends at 6:30pm. Went to work with Thaleb since we start at the same time, 8:30am. That guy there named Thaleb text-ed me way too early in the morning. Result, I was sleepy. Not enough sleep. He was late but its okayy, I was late too. HAHA! Met at Bishan, last cabin at 7:30am. Trained to work. Supposed to work at Sentosa station but they changed some of the staffs working venue. Fahk! I was transfered to Imbiah station. It was boring there, add freaking in it. Cee.. kelaka-piyah-piyah betol! I was the Rover1. There's no Rover2. And Rover3 will only come at 3pm. I repeat, NO Rover2 &amp;amp; Rover3 comes ONLY AT 3pm. Woahh! I was doing alone all the way. You know how troublesome it is to do ALONE at Imbiah station and you have to keep an eye on two sides of the monorail. Plus how some people just won't listen to your "please do not lean. thank you!" ITS THE WORST DAY I'VE EVER HAD! Life would have been better for me if there's Rover2. Had an early break. Thaleb cover my place. So stayed with him, chat chat. Go up and down to ticketing counter to chat with that ITE Tampines girl. HAHAHA, I'm slow at remembering people's name. She "ON" songs. Hari Raya songs too. So we sang and feel so in HARI RAYA MOOD. HAHA! 12pm to 6:30pm, I DID ALONE. Ouh WOW! Supposed to have someone to help me out at 3pm. But guess what? That someone is doing ticketing. 2 person doing ticketing. And when I realized that it has gone too far, I wanted to call that person up but too bad, it wasn't on my side, its time for that person to go for his/her break and after that she has to cover for another person's break till 6:30pm. Ouh well Ouh well! Its okayy. Understand Understood ah ehh, ALWAYS TAKE THE EASY WAY in everything. TSK! Complained to Thaleb, texted him, since I was really pissed plus tired plus bored = NEED A LISTENING EAR. He replied,&lt;br /&gt;"Really..dorg rabak pe.? Aku pon tadi kene gitu..bastard sak dorg..nasib aku puase..hahaha.."&lt;br /&gt;Yarh right puasa, padahal padahal. HAHA! We talked about people not doing their job alot today. Someone complained to the UP-UP-UP-people about someone and that person kena cut pay for 1 hour. Than that person bingit. HAHAHA. Kecohh aper ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Ouhh yarh, btw I was really pissed with this uncle. I told him NICELY, "please do not lean. thank you!" And he said okayy. Move one step to the front. And when I turned around, he lean again. So I close one eye. He's old lahh, give chance. When I saw that the train is reaching, I said it again, "please do not lean. thank you!". He said, "I KNOW! (with that sarcastic face and that tone)" He started a staring game. So I just go with the flow. Die step mane punye pandai lahh kan. So pegi mampos lahh if the monorail horn(super loud horn) or it accidentally hit his hand. And guess what? It HORN-ed. And he who was so (fill in the blank) terperanjat berok. HAAAHH! SERVE HIM RIGHT! MUKA ADA PAISEYY! All I did after that was to smile wide wide. HAHA! I hate this type of people. I don't create trouble, others create it themselves because they find it COOL?! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SUCK THUMB lahh sal!&lt;/span&gt; 6:30pm HOME straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow plans? Out with Baizoorawrr, Aisyah yada yada. Go shopping and breakfast outside. Maybe watching FCAJ's, Average Joes, soccer match. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-3412071484622957748?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/3412071484622957748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/3412071484622957748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-work-was-freaking-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-6747201350478860400</id><published>2008-09-26T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:01:27.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday supposed to meet Razmilsyah and gang at 8:30pm. But 8:30pm, I was still busy getting ready to go out. HAHA! Busy watching tv before that lahh. Went to NPC court, watch them play soccer. I find it FUN watching them play. Don't know why but for the very first time I find it FUN watching. And I can see that Kamarul has improved. (oi! aku puji kau ni. nampak tak? HAHA!) Played the last game before it bacame total darkness. I can say I totally suck the court yesterday yaww. Stamina, gone down the drain. My legs, wobbly. My legs are already weak I guess. The way I kick the ball, OMG, G-YAY! Its been months since I kick balls. And weeks/month since I played floorball and train my stamina. Ya know, without training, you can become as karat as ever. BOO! After soccer, lepak outside 7eleven. Went to the other 7eleven to buy Super Big Gulp. Money was on me. Minus 50cents which was from Bado's friend. I pathetically brought $2 with me when I can bring more. Like what Latep said, "lain kali bawak extra 20cents" HAHA! Okayy, I'll heed your advice. Went to Razmilsyah's block, slack there. Than went to the playground near-by. Who was there? Razmilsyah, Syukri, Latep, Kamarul, Dzulhisham. Bado went home first. Jokes yada yada. Went off at 11:30pm since I was too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today no plans. Waiting for a call from work regarding my working plan for tomorrow. This Sunday, watching soccer match at Yishun Stadium(?). So yeahh, most probably I'm not working. Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-6747201350478860400?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/6747201350478860400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/6747201350478860400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-supposed-to-meet-razmilsyah.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-2865393886053133382</id><published>2008-09-25T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:07:36.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 more days and I'll be back fasting. YAYYYY (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Later going to NPC court to watch soccer. Yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now. 5/6 days to Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-2865393886053133382?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/2865393886053133382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/2865393886053133382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-more-days-and-ill-be-back-fasting.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-3440230660974220102</id><published>2008-09-24T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T07:43:12.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Correction to the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog about yesterday, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went to Geylang Serai yesterday with family.&lt;br /&gt;Trained to Ang Mo Kio and took the bus to Paya Lebar.&lt;br /&gt;My sister went missing while the rest and I were walking straight to the bus station.&lt;br /&gt;*blublablubla* she's there and the bus came right on time. Wooh!&lt;br /&gt;Reached Paya Lebar walked around. Bazaar,First Lady.. yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;Saw lots of people. Canberra Secondary School kids who looked at me with this macam-pernah-nampak-expression on the face. All I did was s-m-i-l-e.&lt;br /&gt;Saw that Sembawang Secondary girl who kept looking at me when I took the bus to school last year. She was with her friend/sister(choose one). One word to describe her, KECOHH! (ask me personally what made me call her that)&lt;br /&gt;Saw that guy, he's in College Central Team 2 guys team. We are kinda close but I still can't remember his name. But what I know is that he love to disturb Aisyah or is it Aisyah love to disturb him? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Took hours and hours to choose the perfect Hari Raya clothes. White the colour. My brother, Iskandar bought white too. The rest, COLOURFUL. HAHA. Blue/Green, I can't remember. Only they know what colour they bought. I swear my legs were aching like f*ck yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't in the very best mood since the people there kept pushing and stopped walking in the middle of every where. Pissed. Felt like kicking their ass-es. Mats/Minahs, not alot. Some of them who doesn't look like a minah at all walked like one I-don't-know-what-to-say-way-of-walking. Chest to the front and ass to the back way, ya know. F*ck! STOP IT EHK.&lt;br /&gt;Btw there's this group of butch(s) there. One of them, freaking HOT siol. The hair blond. Skin, like eurasian. Sumpah she's HOT. The rest, not bad. Some of "the rest" is MEREPEK. I'm straight. I just can't resist commenting HOT people when I see one. Be it Girls or Guys.&lt;br /&gt;There's a shemale too. This malay guy disturbed him. HAHA, very bad. But very funneh!&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, saw Shafei. Wanted to tegor him but nahh.. I had enough of smiling and tegor-ing people. Sorry Shafei. Maybe next time. HAHAHA. Took train back home. Stopped at Raffles Place. Gyeahh, BOUNCE! Alright, thats it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-3440230660974220102?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/3440230660974220102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/3440230660974220102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/correction-to-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-1084099085124041072</id><published>2008-09-24T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:33:05.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm here blogging just to wish someone a Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY FAI (!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MAY ALL YOUR WISHES COME TRUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAVE A GREAT DAY AHEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. will blog about yesterday in the next post which is tomorrow(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-1084099085124041072?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1084099085124041072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1084099085124041072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-here-blogging-just-to-wish-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-459207312279154741</id><published>2008-09-23T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:07:48.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saaapp~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes, they are eye-ing on Bape Sta. Ice-Cream and that Adidas shoe.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get them. But still, I'm not going to work like robots who don't know the meaning of TIRED. Only time will get me those shoes. Asking me why Nike Air Max is not in the list? Its because almost every where I go, I see people wearing Nike Air Max. Yeahh, its OVERRATED as said by Syukri, in his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday nothing much happened since I'm can't fast. Dang, I seriously want to fast FULL this year. But yeahh I know its impossible for all the girls/ladies/womens out there since their period will come every month. Sadly this year, the fasting month starts on 1st September and ends in October. Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, maybe going to Geylang Serai with my family to shop for Hari Raya stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;haahh. okayy, bbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| 5 more days and I'll be back fasting |&lt;br /&gt;| 8 more days |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-459207312279154741?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/459207312279154741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/459207312279154741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/saaapp-my-eyes-they-are-eye-ing-on-bape.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-9219780668815653412</id><published>2008-09-22T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:21:41.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't fast today because I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's was not counted. It came at 5+ reaching 6pm. (red light) F*ck!&lt;br /&gt;Going breakfast already than it came. Timing something wrong ah.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, minus 6 days and I will be back puasa-ing.&lt;br /&gt;Countdown, 9 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-9219780668815653412?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/9219780668815653412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/9219780668815653412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-didnt-fast-today-because-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-5239225113723379720</id><published>2008-09-21T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:26:44.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sapp~~ Isaaaaaapp! HAHA, KAROT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to add this in my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I was on the way to the MRT station, to work, at Admiralty, there's this pakcik waving at me. I thought he was waving at someone behind me, so I looked into my bagpack to look for my wallet, ignoring him. I look back in-front and that pakcik is still waving at me. Oh yarh, with that semangatly begging for my attention expression on his face. So my eyes focused on his face, and guess what, its MR MONER! I was shocked ofcorse. I smiled. He was on the phone so can't talk to him. Just walked straight to the MRT station. Thats the end of the story. Pretty exciting story huhh? NOT, i know. HAHA. I'm bored and thats the reason why stupid posts appear in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-5239225113723379720?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5239225113723379720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5239225113723379720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/sapp-isaaaaaapp-haha-karot.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-452247873892296941</id><published>2008-09-21T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:02:20.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday woke up at 4:30am. *blublablubla* went back to sleep. Scared lahh later at work I sleepy. HAHAHA. Work was great. All the favourite people were there. Fizah, that two girls and that one guy. I'm a dumbass in remembering people's name. I take years to remember someone's name. HAHA. I did ticketing for the first time yesterday. It was cool, easy and amazingg. HAHA. I enjoyed doing it. So, supposed to end work at 7:30am but I slacked there until 8am. Seriously don't feel like going home since I'm having so much fun there. Didn't break-fast with proper food. Bought Coffee Latte which cost me 30cents ONLY when it was supposed to cost me $1, and got one free biscuit from that shop beside our ticketing counter. I swear I was shocked about the price. THANKS AHH UNCLE! HAHA. Asked Fizah to buy me papayas since she's buying food for herself. And I took care of the ticketing counter. Sumpah kecohh! China people asking lots and lots of question in their own language and I was like, "What the (fill in the blank) shit are you asking?". I already told them I don't understand chinese siol. But they still continue asking lots of questions. HAHAHA, weird people around. I swear it wasn't just the China people who were weird, others too. Got this one part Fizah told this man, "3 dollars and below don't need to buy ticket" when it was supposed to be "3 years and below don't need to buy ticket" (mind the improper sentence, lazy to rephrase) We burst out laughing and that man joined in the fun. LOL. Plus there's this China man who came to the ticketing counter and said," Excuses,(I-forgot-what-he-asked)" I was like "HUHH? Excuses? Apasal sia dengan die ni?" Whats more, the word 'Excuses' was said in a high tone, and it was with confidence. HAHAHA, I think he wanted to say, "excuse us"(referring to him and his child). HAHAHA, I swear yesterday, jokes was all around the world(KAROT). Home, watched tv, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today woke up at 4:45am. My eyes were heavy but I forced myself up. *blublablubla* and here I am using the laptop. Okayy now what? I'm not working today since morning shifts were already FULL. tsk tsk. Nevermind. I'm going to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ROT AT HOME&lt;/span&gt; today. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-452247873892296941?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/452247873892296941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/452247873892296941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-woke-up-at-430am.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-4006600126785778134</id><published>2008-09-19T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:57:26.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I decided to go to Hazwan's house for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry floorball mates. Maybe next time.(:&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Tomorrow I'm working at from 11am-7:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Its at HARBOUR FRONT STATION. YAYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-4006600126785778134?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4006600126785778134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4006600126785778134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-decided-to-go-to-hazwans-house-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-317500366500495579</id><published>2008-09-19T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:41:44.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object height="339" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7TYIZ3ZUWcU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7TYIZ3ZUWcU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="339" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this video. Sedeyy(sedih/sad) scene.&lt;br /&gt;What causes all this sudden death? Are they too tired till their body can't take it?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone? Answer me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30am. Usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got two plans to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;1 : Buka at Hazwan's house with Secondary School mates&lt;br /&gt;2 : Buka with College Central Girls&lt;br /&gt;Which one should I choose? Arghh!&lt;br /&gt;I'll figure out later. Daa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-317500366500495579?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/317500366500495579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/317500366500495579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/watch-this-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-1874591676033387333</id><published>2008-09-18T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:09:49.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sapp~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30am. Usuall stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at home the whole of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Text-ed Khairul that I'm not going to school and he said he'll figure out how to meet.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, today he's accompanying me to school. Mr Samri wanted to see me, as told by Noraswan. Must sign something. Haiya! Lecehness. Meeting him at 11:30am today. So yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days, I'm lazy to use this laptop in the afternoon/night.&lt;br /&gt;I end up rotting at home, watching tv. Plus the tv watching me. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-1874591676033387333?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1874591676033387333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1874591676033387333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/sapp-430am.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-7988964789683295039</id><published>2008-09-17T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:37:55.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sappp~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30am. Usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I need to go to school just to pass Khairul that form for the "Amazing Race".&lt;br /&gt;Arghh! Lazyness. Its holiday already, wassup with that long journey just to pass the form?!&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah I'm going and most probably I'll meet him outside, somewhere nearer. haahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy so yeahh, starting from next week, I'm gonna work my ass out.&lt;br /&gt;This week I'm working on Saturday and Sunday. Woahh!&lt;br /&gt;Alternate days next week. Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;And that goes on and on until school reopen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More updates later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-7988964789683295039?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/7988964789683295039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/7988964789683295039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/sappp-430am.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-3294784417690584371</id><published>2008-09-16T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:55:47.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bored as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Weekdays are boring. Its either you go to school or stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;And I chose to stay at home but boredom is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So talk about yesterday, I spent my time watching tv all the way till buka.&lt;br /&gt;Minus of 2/3 hours where the tv is watching me. So yeahh, not counted.&lt;br /&gt;Monday blues, hate the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered at night, around 10 reaching 11pm, someone called me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that person was that "private number boy", Khairul.&lt;br /&gt;He asked me whether I want to join this race.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is that race called but I want to call it AMAZING RACE.&lt;br /&gt;Because I find the race Amazingg (Fazlan's style of saying amazing, they know).&lt;br /&gt;There's archery, long distance run etc etc. Woahh!&lt;br /&gt;Those who are joining is Khairul, Palatz Nasiree , Khairul's friend(forgot name) and I. (all College Central Team floorballers)&lt;br /&gt;When is it? Don't ask. I asked Khairul and he basically forgot everything.&lt;br /&gt;What he remember is Mr Samri is paying for it and we're getting a free t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, how pathetic can that be?! Lack of information and information given is not  even important. Khai Khai, suarr betol kau! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, gonna take the form from him later, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't stop watching Kuda Kepang videos, not my brother's group but Telung Teronggo.&lt;br /&gt;Watch this kid, he's cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GvgF_M7Qe1Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GvgF_M7Qe1Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second and the last post for today. Lazy to update again.&lt;br /&gt;UNLESS I really couldn't find any other ways to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-3294784417690584371?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/3294784417690584371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/3294784417690584371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/bored-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-5861889202013235593</id><published>2008-09-16T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:43:07.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:30am. Usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here blogging, just to shout-out a birthday wish to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY BAIZOORAWRR&lt;/span&gt; (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;May all your wishes come true.&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must watch. Its hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDuHTQITr90&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDuHTQITr90&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More updates later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-5861889202013235593?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5861889202013235593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5861889202013235593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/430am.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-5063011953321617463</id><published>2008-09-15T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:21:53.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday was tiring, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking long hours of work equals to freaking long hours of standing.&lt;br /&gt;It was FUN though. Slack alot. HAHA, only WE know what we did.&lt;br /&gt;Break time, went to buy stuffs for some people who are not fasting with Zack(Zaidi).&lt;br /&gt;Back at 1pm. This guy came and did rovers alone. So I helped him out for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Talk Talk Talk until at some point of time we forgot to wave. Yeahh!&lt;br /&gt;6:15 OFF I GO! Zul lambat sangat so I can't wait any longer.&lt;br /&gt;Need to buka(break-fast) at home yaww.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home but still late, reached home around 7:30pm. TSK!&lt;br /&gt;Watch tv and off to sleep, too tired man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 4:30am. USUAL STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there school(???) I think there's school.&lt;br /&gt;But who cares, I'm not going. Monday Blues. (HAHA, alasan)&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I am for the practical lesson. I'm not on track and am far far behind.&lt;br /&gt;FLOORBALL PUNYA PASAL AHH! &amp;amp;#$@#%$#@ betol. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update more later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-5063011953321617463?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5063011953321617463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5063011953321617463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-was-tiring-i-swear.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-1118757229268702928</id><published>2008-09-14T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:54:32.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woke up at 5am today.&lt;br /&gt;Blame my oh-so-pathetic brother who is like on the phone since 2am to like 5plus.&lt;br /&gt;F*cking long hours, talking to his GF.&lt;br /&gt;F*cking noisy with all the laughters etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;I can't get enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Chikelakapiyah-piyah betol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check, 0539.&lt;br /&gt;I got to get ready for work at 0630 and off from home at 0715.&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, why am I telling you this? Arghh!&lt;br /&gt;I want to rest. Chalobeteh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-1118757229268702928?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1118757229268702928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1118757229268702928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/woke-up-at-5am-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-3316322162531857688</id><published>2008-09-13T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:44:44.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sapp~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working from 0830 to 1815 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking long hours man. Luckily it's at Beach Station, FUN.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yarh, since its a Sunday tomorrow, there will be lots of HOTstuffs around. hehh-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about this few week's fasting days.&lt;br /&gt;So far it's FULL. Yeah, not even one missed.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up every morning without this, "ahh! malas ah nak sahur" attitude.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of myself. I bet my stomach will have this screamo band performance/fireworks/STORM etc etc. I know I can survive the day tomorrow, insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like baking cookies now. But just plain lazy to shop for the ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;Any volunteers? HAHA! I'm such a lazybumm nowadays. hahh. Actually I've always been.&lt;br /&gt;Time check, 4:40pm. 2 hours plus to go and my stomach will celebrate like no one's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-3316322162531857688?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/3316322162531857688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/3316322162531857688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/sapp-im-working-from-0830-to-1815.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-7574190334203911519</id><published>2008-09-13T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:54:12.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SMrk7bBLIxI/AAAAAAAAAfU/DxQBzVoM89k/s1600-h/DSC00900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SMrk7bBLIxI/AAAAAAAAAfU/DxQBzVoM89k/s400/DSC00900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245256425542460178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sapp~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My yesterday's "Update more later", tak terUPDATE. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Plain lazy to update or even online yaww. Busy watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, as usual, woke up at 4:30am today.&lt;br /&gt;I hate saying this everyday, DID USUAL STUFF yaww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I didn't go for the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7:15am which is considered as over-slept already.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to wake up at 7am. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;So my mood says, "arghh! TO HELL WITH SCHOOL. BACK TO SLEEP!"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today not working since there's only place for me to work for, LAST SHIFT.&lt;br /&gt;I don't dare work LAST SHIFT, dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;They know(Sentosa staffs), you guys don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Working on Sunday ONLY yaww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. LETS ROT(at home)!&lt;br /&gt;My brains aren't working this month. Effyouseekayy!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I want to dedicate this to my brain. Together, *awww*. (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;"Hello brain! WAKE UP WILL YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, okayy bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-7574190334203911519?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/7574190334203911519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/7574190334203911519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/sapp-my-yesterdays-update-more-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SMrk7bBLIxI/AAAAAAAAAfU/DxQBzVoM89k/s72-c/DSC00900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-5379836775691209133</id><published>2008-09-12T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:23:22.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4:30am, wakeyy wakeyy.&lt;br /&gt;Did the usual stuff. *blublablubla*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now, *poop* i'm here using the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, there's a meeting with the section head today.&lt;br /&gt;And my decision is, LETS LET MY MOOD DO THE LAST MINUTE DECISION MAKING?&lt;br /&gt;Say whaat? Whaat! HAHA! I don't know what I'm trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;But just figure out yourself what you think I'm trying to say aight.&lt;br /&gt;(ape bebual??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept early yesterday night. 9pm, that is. Woahh! Never slept that early before. At 11pm someone called, its a private number. Saper lagi kalau bukan Khairul yang call. I didn't pick up. I put to silent and went back to sleep. HAHA! I text him, he call. Alamak betol. Just text back lerr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. ahh.. ahh.. done for now.&lt;br /&gt;Will &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;update more later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-5379836775691209133?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5379836775691209133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5379836775691209133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/430am-wakeyy-wakeyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-4980791288991394841</id><published>2008-09-11T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:30:58.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Changed Blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;Will edit more later, lazy to edit now.&lt;br /&gt;Time check, 2:51pm&lt;br /&gt;4 more hours to go, YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, now what? I'M BORED!&lt;br /&gt;1-2-3-ENTERTAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there's school, no its meeting. Effyouseekay!&lt;br /&gt;Can I don't go? Still thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;Most probably I'm not going, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-4980791288991394841?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4980791288991394841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4980791288991394841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/changed-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-2113959876777546730</id><published>2008-09-11T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:59:52.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wakeyy Wakeyy at 4:30am. Did the usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Time check 5:23am. Bored.&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, I'm going back to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update more later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-2113959876777546730?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/2113959876777546730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/2113959876777546730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/wakeyy-wakeyy-at-430am.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-4210228029826975197</id><published>2008-09-10T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:00:58.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SMebI_Lys5I/AAAAAAAAAek/BvaAN7WQqek/s1600-h/DSC00898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SMebI_Lys5I/AAAAAAAAAek/BvaAN7WQqek/s400/DSC00898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244330869798384530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WALL-E : baik ah Aisyah! HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SMebJBeZB7I/AAAAAAAAAes/A_jxf3_Y7nQ/s1600-h/DSC00891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SMebJBeZB7I/AAAAAAAAAes/A_jxf3_Y7nQ/s400/DSC00891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244330870413264818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dancing, NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SMebJZsTtDI/AAAAAAAAAe0/VfXV7YhZP-M/s1600-h/DSC00890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SMebJZsTtDI/AAAAAAAAAe0/VfXV7YhZP-M/s400/DSC00890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244330876914086962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My "BF" merajok. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SMebJT6BcbI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ykkVkbk0p7Q/s1600-h/DSC00889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SMebJT6BcbI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ykkVkbk0p7Q/s400/DSC00889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244330875360997810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Choose one each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SMebJx2uNsI/AAAAAAAAAfE/cSnEASQyAAc/s1600-h/DSC00887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SMebJx2uNsI/AAAAAAAAAfE/cSnEASQyAAc/s400/DSC00887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244330883400218306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zul, my "date" on 080908(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/836478309840251901-4210228029826975197?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4210228029826975197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4210228029826975197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/pool-wall-e-baik-ah-aisyah-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SMebI_Lys5I/AAAAAAAAAek/BvaAN7WQqek/s72-c/DSC00898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-5055326867617306295</id><published>2008-09-10T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:11:49.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SMbzKa11c_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/Zy4jIwaqdTU/s1600-h/1_220897962l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SMbzKa11c_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/Zy4jIwaqdTU/s400/1_220897962l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244146176448885746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Khairul, Rizal, Zul, Natasha, Baizoorawr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Makcik : Boy, nak minum ape?&lt;br /&gt;The guy in blue, Zul : Coke Zero&lt;br /&gt;Makcik : Tak ade&lt;br /&gt;Zul : Coke&lt;br /&gt;Makcik : Tak ade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zul : MILO DINOSAUR!! (with confidence)&lt;br /&gt;Makcik : huhh? Milo Dinosaur? Tak ade&lt;br /&gt;Zul : Milo ah! (case dah bingit)&lt;br /&gt;*we burst out laughing*&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA, confident sia cakap Milo Dinosaur. He thought ade but than tak ade. LOL! ROFL! LMAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SMbzKj2t_vI/AAAAAAAAAec/83QQV62eEAU/s1600-h/1_946564708l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SMbzKj2t_vI/AAAAAAAAAec/83QQV62eEAU/s400/1_946564708l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244146178868510450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love them all, serious(: [my face..#%@^&amp;amp;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-5055326867617306295?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5055326867617306295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5055326867617306295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-them-not-all-ask-me-who-is-out-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SMbzKa11c_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/Zy4jIwaqdTU/s72-c/1_220897962l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-6112782501901154670</id><published>2008-09-09T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:10:28.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. The 1st person who tag/pass you is?&lt;br /&gt;Adda or Esyadd ah? Malas nak check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. your relationship with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Her &amp;amp; Him, we're friends from secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your five impression of him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Her, crazy, merepek ALOT, lame, joker, CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;Him, lame, funny, loud, kecoh, PRETTY! (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. the most memorable thing he/she had done for you?&lt;br /&gt;Her, entertain me with merepek stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Him, entertain me with his BabyD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. the most memorable thing he/she had said to you?&lt;br /&gt;Her, "NATASHA HOT" (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;Him, "Okaaaaaaay" (HAHA, memorable kaperr?!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. you got any wish or request to ask from him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Her, I wish you Happy Birthday in advanced. Like VERY ADVANCED.&lt;br /&gt;Him, I request for your BabyD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. as a friend, what he/she has to improve on?&lt;br /&gt;Her &amp;amp; Him, Improve in everything that can be inproved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. if he/she became my enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Her &amp;amp; Him, FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT! *scissors paper stone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. if he/she became your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;Her &amp;amp; Him, We're just fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. the most desired thing you want to do for him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;Her &amp;amp; Him, KICK THEIR ASS-es! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;Her &amp;amp; Him, THE GEREKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;Who care's what they feel about me. I know my ownself better than anyone else(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. the characters you love of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;VERY Quiet and I usually keep things to myself. Hate it? Fcuk it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. on the contrary, the character you hate yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;I'm Fierce. HAHAHAHAHA! (KAROT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. the most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;I want to be Nur Natasha Bte Mohamed G(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. for people who care and like you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for caring and liking me. Seriously thats all I got to say. Nothing to give to you people. But I know you people got lots of stuffs to give me? Sweets, Chocolates? Laii Laii! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 person that you wish to know how they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;1. Adda&lt;br /&gt;2. Irsyad&lt;br /&gt;3. Nadrah&lt;br /&gt;4. Esyadd&lt;br /&gt;5. Shazwani&lt;br /&gt;6. ASS&lt;br /&gt;7. Addalien&lt;br /&gt;8. Pretty Boy&lt;br /&gt;9. yooandeye&lt;br /&gt;10. Mr LOUD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is no.6 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;The only one he called Baby, BabyD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is no.9 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If no. 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, maybe. How guys? together aperr ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is no. 2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;Studying how to take beautiful shots with his BabyD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time you had a chat.&lt;br /&gt;Last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What kind of music band does no.8 like?&lt;br /&gt;No idea. HAHA! No techno, No trance, No hardcore. Thats all I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Does no. 1 has any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Gyeah! 1 brother. 2 sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Will you woo no.3?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!! "woo.. Adda. woo.." Can you see that I'm woo-ing you? HAHA! (KAROT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How about no.7?&lt;br /&gt;Yess!!! Alien, woo woo woo! (padahal same orang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Is no.4 Single?&lt;br /&gt;No, He's attached to his BabyD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;28. What is the surname of no.5?&lt;br /&gt;Kasimpson's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What's the hobby of no.10?&lt;br /&gt;Anything that can be done with his BabyD. Photography, D'uhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Does no. 5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;Yess ofcorse. They got along REALLY WELL that they went to bed/bathe and do everything together everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Where is no.2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;Canberra Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Talk something casually about no. 1.&lt;br /&gt;Hello No. 1! KAU CUTE AHH! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Where does no.9 live at?&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, Sembawang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What colour does no. 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;O-R-A-N-G-E *clap clap* ORANGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Are no.5 and no.1 best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Best friends who are willing to die for each other. Right? Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Does no.1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;Hamsters, one just died. Ishh3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Woohuu.. Sexehh! Hottycutestuff(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What is no. 6 doing now?&lt;br /&gt;That ASS, he should be doing his own stuff. Only god/people around him knows what.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;End&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/836478309840251901-6112782501901154670?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/6112782501901154670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/6112782501901154670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-6799166050718091953</id><published>2008-09-09T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:35:37.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deleted the previous posts. I don't find it necessary to post such stuffs. I will just keep it to myself. I'm freaking bored now. 1-2-3-entertain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 4:30am, ate bread with crabstick in it. 1 set only. I'm lazy to eat yaww. *blublablubla*. Went back to sleep. Tired. Woke up again this morning and guess what? I got no mood to do almost everything. Because of you-don't-know-what. Not even to go to school. I will only go to school on Friday for the meeting, the section head wants to see us. And thats that. Don't wish to see someone's face(a guy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was not bad. Zul, Khai, Baizoorawr, Aisyah and Rizal was there. Breakfast at-where-ah(?). Watched a movie, WALL-E. Kinda boring show because the story line, its kinda slow. But the robots are CUTE. Went home after that. Thanks for making me pissed ehh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-6799166050718091953?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/6799166050718091953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/6799166050718091953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/deleted-previous-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-5437451285892136179</id><published>2008-09-08T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:12:11.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday was awesome. Except that we have to wait for those two guys at the bus-stop for freaking long. Plan was to meet at 3pm. They reached at 4:15pm. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Padahal rumah dekat tau&lt;/span&gt;. Went to RafflesCity with Razmilsyah, Syukri, Izza, Atikah. Went to find some stuffs. Zulaiha met us at 5/5:30pm. Once she reached she gave one of us a call. We were like so kecoh after that. Because we decided to celebrate Zulaiha's advanced birthday. Haven't buy her a cake. So yeah, Izza and Atikah went to fetch Zulaiha. Syah, Syuk and I went to find a cake. We try not to bump into them, Atikah etc etc, because we want to make it a surprise. Suddenly, BOOM! We bump into each other because of some confusions. HAHA! Atikah walked to me and asked me to turn and told them that we're going to the toilet. HAHA! Text-ed Izza and ask her to walk around first with them. Atikah and I went to BurgerKing and asked for permission for the cake to be kept in the fridge. Around 6:45pm, asked them to come down to BurgerKing. Zakiah was there too. Wooh! Buka *blublablubla* Asked them to leave first and go to the Esplanade rooftop while Atikah and I take the cake and get it ready. With some confusions, the surprise wasn't a surprise after all. HAHAHA! Had fun and the girls get to go since they have school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Peninsula with Syah and Syuk to check out this shop. That shop, OMG, the people were like so friendly. HAHA. We joke joke around. I bought a bag. YAY! I think I'm going to buy a t-shirt today. Walked around and ZulHisham came. His attire so slack because he was from Marsiling. HAHA. We walked to Raffles. Photoshoot. Reached Admiralty at 11:20pm. I was too tired so I went to take the bus home. They stayed at MacDonalds I think.&lt;br /&gt;Syah, Syuk and I planned to buy a new pair of shoes in one months time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm buying that Adidas shoe which cost around $90. So can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, going buka with the normal floorball people.&lt;br /&gt;Thaleb, Fizah, Khai, Baizoorawr, Aisyah, Rizal, Zul(maybe).&lt;br /&gt;We're going to town. Buka at I don't know where. Movies after that.&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More updates later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-5437451285892136179?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5437451285892136179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5437451285892136179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-7793744036180362856</id><published>2008-09-07T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T18:16:18.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woke up at 4:15am today. Dang! I can't lift up my head. It was too heavy. My eyes, half-opened. I was just too tired because of work yesterday and I slept late. So forced myself up. Must sahur yaww since I didn't buka with proper food the day before. Hungry Ghost. hahh. *blublablubla* back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting the people(Primary School Friends) up at 3pm later. Time goes by so slowly. Faster leyhh! I can't wait to get out of this house. Mendaks oi! Going shopping with them later before buka. Wooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there's school in the morning. Lifeskill. I decided to go last week but now, I don't feel like going. Want to know why? Because.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when the sun shines, we'll shine together..&lt;/span&gt;(HAHA! KAROT!) I'm just plain lazy. That's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Don't ask me anything about tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I had enough already yesterday. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-7793744036180362856?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/7793744036180362856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/7793744036180362856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/woke-up-at-415am-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-4195703019726855349</id><published>2008-09-06T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T07:53:25.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today I did at Harbour Front bus station. It was O-KAY! Can use handphone and slack. Cool or whaat?! I didn't buka. Just had a Coffee Latte and Chocolate Hello Panda. Bought from the shop beside the ticketing counter. It cost me $2 only. HAHA! I can't eat heavy stuffs because if I did, no one will take care of the bus thingy. hahh. 7:30pm went off. Talked with Fizah and asked her to write down her name to help out in the Zouk Out thingy. Wooh! Cool aper ZOUK OUT. HAHA! Went home straight after that. Planned to buka outside but lazy. Than planned to buka at home but lazy also. And now I'm hungry. Just plain lazy to eat. Or should I say I don't have any mood to eat. Someone's irritating me with stuffs which I find F*CKING VERY SERIOUSLY IRRITATING! Go do it yourself. Stop forcing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : "kesian sia budak ITE Tampines ni meninggal because of Taxi Driver yang tak tauu drive betol betol. My kawan punye kawan sia." (reading newspaper given by the uncle from the shop beside the ticketing counter, FREE!)&lt;br /&gt;"I thought langgar lari, how come they know how old is the taxi driver and its a taxi which knocked into that guy?"&lt;br /&gt;Him : "die bangon lahh. die bilang semue orang dekat sane yang taxi yang langgar die and the uncle's age is around 50 years old"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*both of us burst out laughing non stop*&lt;br /&gt;bastard sia he, cerita sedih still can make joke.&lt;br /&gt;Super Gerek lepak in that small room with aircon(ticketing counter) with him.&lt;br /&gt;First he disturbed this worker. Than he disturbed the chinese tourists. And lastly that bastard thing. HAHAHA. I had so much FUN laughing my arse out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow out with Primary School mates. Going buka together. Wooh!&lt;br /&gt;So, not working tomorrow. Lazy ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-4195703019726855349?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4195703019726855349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4195703019726855349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-i-did-at-harbour-front-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-6824674806659841660</id><published>2008-09-06T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:24:06.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm irritated with people calling each other names.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;GROW OLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;! Primary School Kids do that.&lt;br /&gt;(ignore this, just bursting out what I felt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakey Wakey at 4:30am today. Sahur-ed *blublablubla*.&lt;br /&gt;Off to work soon. Arghh! Somehow I don't feel like working.&lt;br /&gt;I want to rot at home. Grr. Nevermind 8.5 hours of work today, WITHOUT ANY BREAKS IN THE MIDDLE = NO FOODS &amp;amp; DRINKS = FIREWORKS IN STOMACH! Woahh. Nevermind, I can do it. Jia You Natasha. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update more later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-6824674806659841660?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/6824674806659841660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/6824674806659841660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-irritated-with-people-calling-each.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-5867701526652414718</id><published>2008-09-05T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:55:33.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was late for CAD lesson. Someone's later. HAHA! Pathetically, the computer can't be used. So I used Azrin's computer as he did not attend school. Help him do one of the figure. Actually Rizal did most of it ah. HAHA! Class ends at 10:30am when it was supposed to end at 10am. Everyone was doing their own thing for the last 30 minutes. Like duhh we were late for Mr Gerald Tay's lesson. Rizal and I must do soldering. The chinese guys were late. So when they reached class, everything was almost completed. Kimberly must do the test so she couldn't try out soldering. I didn't do much because I was shivering like hell. I can't do any work when I'm freaking cold. I kept going out of class. So yeahh, most of it was done Rizal. hahh. Class ends at 12+pm. Went to the bus-stop with Rizal. Saw Noraswan, Suhaimi and their friend. Talked. Went home with Suhaimi. Home, changed and off to meet Adda and Sirah at Sembawang MRT. Take the bag and went home straight. Now I'm using the laptop. Boredom strikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm working from 11am - 7:30pm. YAY! I'm back to work, like at last. HAHA! Buka with the muslim staffs. Wooh!&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sick. Anyone cares? HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more hours to go before buka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floorballers, anyone wanna go buka together, Monday alright. (for both dudes and babes)&lt;br /&gt;Watching a movie as well after buka. So yeahh, inform me if you wanna join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-5867701526652414718?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5867701526652414718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5867701526652414718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-late-for-cad-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-3660893555001327547</id><published>2008-09-05T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:51:48.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4am is the time I woke up for sahur today.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and saw lots of text MSG(s). Sorry yaww people, I slept very early last night. hehh. Sahur *blublablubla* bathe, slacked and now I'm getting ready for school. Class starts at 8am. CAD lesson. I swear I'm lazy and has no mood to attend CAD lesson these few days. The assignments given are so complicated, its easy for the PRO(s). D'uhh! So called last CAD lesson so yeahh, MUST ATTEND! Next week, no CAD lesson, Moner's lesson and Idris's lesson. YAY! Plans for today : meeting Adda and Sirah at 3:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update more later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-3660893555001327547?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/3660893555001327547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/3660893555001327547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/4am-is-time-i-woke-up-for-sahur-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-4479109030911771732</id><published>2008-09-04T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T02:58:28.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today, like I said in the previous post, there's face test.&lt;br /&gt;It was easy because all the answers were given by Mr Gerald Tay. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Only Rizal and I were doing our work, the chinese guys were waiting for answers to copy. Lazyass-es! Thanks to me for doing all the asking. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;It was freaking cold just now, in class. Aircon room, D'uhh! My handwriting was like OM(fill in the blank)G-YAY! Looks like primary school kid's handwriting. Like as if I just learnt how to write neatly. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, slacked at the bus-stop with Rizal first. Gave 2 bus a missed. The next bus, must wait super long. And I was like, "WTH is that freaking bus?!" TSK TSK! Talked a lot. "Ijal Ijal, bangon Ijal"(that lemah-lembut voice) HAHAHA! Inside joke. Saw Heyley, Syafiq and Weston. They were on their way to school. *blublablubla* The bus came and I took it. Can't wait any longer cos that place is like freaking HOT. Board the bus and Rizal went to the opposite side to take his bus to work. Yeah. On my way back, I was occupied with SMS(s). The journey will be boring without those SMS(s). Thanks yaww((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour plus more before buka. YAY! &amp;amp; my stomach is having concerts(grumbling). Erghh! I don't know what I'm going to have for buka today but I suspect it will be heavenly. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-4479109030911771732?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4479109030911771732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4479109030911771732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-like-i-said-in-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-2715715694288601841</id><published>2008-09-04T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:10:56.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woke up at 4am today for sahor. Eat *blublablubla* and back to sleep. Normal stuffs. So I don't have to repeat it everyday yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7:30. Using the laptop now.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty occupied now with stuffs. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there's face test for Electronics. How great? I don't know anything.&lt;br /&gt;What the test is about? What are we supposed to do? Gaah!&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. I bet the whole class doesn't know anything. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;School starts at 12pm today. Yess-ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt; : "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I come at 3:59 can?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adda&lt;/span&gt; : "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA! 3:60 also can. Haha. Jk.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(last last tak jadi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HAHAHA! She's funny, I swear I was laughing like hell yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More updates later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-2715715694288601841?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/2715715694288601841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/2715715694288601841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/woke-up-at-4am-today-for-sahor.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-8443319483354816064</id><published>2008-09-03T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T04:34:34.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want a haircut BUT i'm lazy to go for a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish the barber can come to me. Arghh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had chicken rice and a date for breakfast. Yeahh, just that. Didn't drink any water since I'm not thirsty. Since the first day of puasa, I don't feel thirsty. Is it a good thing? hahh. Don't know and Don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I survived the day. I was hungry in the morning but as soon as I reach school, the hunger disappear. Wooh! 3 days down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, breakfast-ing outside with lovely people.&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-8443319483354816064?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/8443319483354816064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/8443319483354816064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-want-haircut-but-im-lazy-to-go-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-8811849313448567240</id><published>2008-09-03T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T03:38:08.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okayy, I'm back for the second post for the day.&lt;br /&gt;School was as per normal. Was 20 minutes late for the first lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Reached class, did this worksheet and used the computer. One of the computer, the "L" was missing. And I was like WT(fill in the blank). Must change computer. Lecehness. *blublablubla* Off to practical lesson. It was FUN and dirty(oily hands). Class ends at 2+pm. Went to the hall to meet Mr Samri for leave form, Mr Moner wants it. *blublablubla* Hand it to Mr Moner and went home straight. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks Rizal for what you should be thanked for&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, home now and using the laptop. I swear it was raining like hell outside. Freaking cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-8811849313448567240?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/8811849313448567240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/8811849313448567240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/okayy-im-back-for-second-post-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-1078564163439680899</id><published>2008-09-03T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:24:10.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As usual, woke up at 3.30am. Sahur-ed. Went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;At 5am woke up and bathe. My stomach feel so empty right now.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know why? Because I only eat one date and a slice of bread with mayonnaise. Has no mood to eat actually. Nevermind, I know I can do it!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today school starts at 11am. Ends at 3pm/earlier. Its gonna be FUN, because the whole of today, it will be Mr Moner's lesson. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Someone, please entertain me till 9/10am.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update more later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-1078564163439680899?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1078564163439680899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1078564163439680899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-usual-woke-up-at-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-4797765907990501241</id><published>2008-09-03T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T05:58:00.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1 hour plus to go before buka.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking bored, so yeahh.. I decided to blog again. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Next week I got lots of plans of buka-ing(breakfast) outside.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, with &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rizal&lt;/span&gt;. And I don't know what day, with Primary School friends at Pizza Hut. Wooh! Gonna breakfast with floorballers too.&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-4797765907990501241?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4797765907990501241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4797765907990501241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/1-hour-plus-to-go-before-buka_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-8732255842452531421</id><published>2008-09-02T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T05:14:30.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School was O-KAY.&lt;br /&gt;Reached school at 12:15+pm. Asked Mr Gerald Tay for permission to go to the foyer and help the floorballers to carry stuffs. The boards etc etc. Slacked till 1:45pm. Went back to class. Did this worksheet. Everything ends at 2+pm. Slacked in class because I'm lazy to walk around. 2:30pm must get out of class. So went to the track there and played floorball for awhile(passing) with Nur and Bernice. The rest(Rizal,Kimberly etc etc), sat at the bench. 3pm went to CAD lesson. I was not in the mood to think. Must do lots of calculations. Lazyness. So listened to MP3 while doing my calculations. Rizal helped with one of the diagram. Thanks ehk((: Lesson ends around 5:15pm. Went home, *blublablubla* BUKAAA!(breakfast) Didn't eat much. Not that hungry. So yeahh, 2 days down. Wooh!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm like talking from A-Z. Boring post. HAHA, sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. When I'm fasting, I don't like to talk much.&lt;br /&gt;So, don't talk when it's not important.&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-8732255842452531421?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/8732255842452531421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/8732255842452531421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-was-o-kay.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-6691887241800276080</id><published>2008-09-02T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:16:52.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess what? I'm schooling today. Or should I say, for the whole of this week. I don't even know when is the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Pathetically Pathetic! I HATE school.&lt;br /&gt;School is such a bore. Never has it been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, woke up at 3.30am. Sahur-ed. Back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7:45am. Using the laptop now. Freaking bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, actually there's S/W today. Skipped S/W. Its been for I-don't-know-how-many-weeks since I last attended S/W. S/W is total boredom. For those who don't know what S/W means, it's Sports and Wellness a.k.a. P.E. There's no FUN, like seriously. Total bullsh*t!&lt;br /&gt;I'm only attending Electronics lesson. It starts at 12pm. Wooh! Than there's CAD lesson which starts at 3pm and ends at 5pm. Woah! Must go home straight to buka(breakfast) with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GOOD LUCK FOR THOSE WHO ARE TAKING THEIR 'N' LEVELS THIS YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my brother, Iskandar&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will update more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-6691887241800276080?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/6691887241800276080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/6691887241800276080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/guess-what-im-schooling-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-7837781000833613473</id><published>2008-09-01T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T02:38:10.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder, are you for real or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of fasting, not bad huhh?! Time flies so fast today. Time check, 5:24pm. At home and rotting. But atleast I didn't spend the whole day sleeping and only wake up when its time for buka (breakfast). How pathetic am I if I did that?!  So, I did my electronics homework, just to kill time. Watching television till now. Boredom strikes. Arghh! Alright,  going out to shop for foods and stuffs with my mother. "AWAY" in MSN, its for real. D'uhh. Just leave your message, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-7837781000833613473?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/7837781000833613473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/7837781000833613473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/sometimes-i-wonder-are-you-for-real-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-7113925983660001979</id><published>2008-09-01T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T14:22:26.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time check, 5:13am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 3.30am. Sahur-ed and went for a bath. I didn't eat much. Just one date and 1-2-3 spoonful of Nasi Briyani. Listen to songs in my MP3. Oh yarh, I even took air sembahyang but didn't sembahyang. HAHA! Okayy, now I'm bored. I'm waiting for some people to online. Faster leyh! Plus, I think I'm sick. Erghh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS DAY&lt;/span&gt; to all the teachers out there!&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-7113925983660001979?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/7113925983660001979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/7113925983660001979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-check-513am.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-376472200227655022</id><published>2008-08-31T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T05:36:05.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To all muslims,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BERfasting&lt;/span&gt;! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the old routine alright Esyadd.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I know ehk. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-376472200227655022?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/376472200227655022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/376472200227655022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-all-muslims-happy-berfasting-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-1552303498188001879</id><published>2008-08-30T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:36:36.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went shopping alone, early this morning. I bought something which cost me $79. Plus including the foods and stuffs, I spent over $100. Gaah! Burn Burn Burn. HAHA. Nevermind, atleast I used my own money to buy my stuffs. Gonna buy something tomorrow too. Wooh! I'm gonna shop till I drop, NOT. Today I planned to go Baybeats but looking at the sky, no way. Rather stay at home. Tomorrow I'm going Baybeats with the people, they know who they are. Can't wait. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-1552303498188001879?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1552303498188001879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1552303498188001879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-went-shopping-alone-early-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-1527643314105182861</id><published>2008-08-29T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:02:10.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo Earthlings! Wassup babes/dudes?!&lt;br /&gt;Today was hectic. Only god knows what I've been doing today. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to meet ex-primary school mates.(6F) Met Abdullah, Atikah, Izza and Zulaiha at Woodlands Mrt Station. Went up and the chinese people came. I was like, "who the hell are these people?" HAHAHA! I don't recognize them. SUMPAH! After some flash back, I remembered. They changed ALOT. We talked while we're on the way to Ang Mo Kio Hub. Funny stuffs came out from each other's mouth. I mean, jokes. Went to Ang Mo Kio Hub, met the rest and Miss Lian. Wooh! Our form teacher. She still remember me. HAHA! She said I'm fierce just because I play Floorball. (HAHA) Izza and Zulaiha said that I'm fierce too because the way I reply them is like, the tone, FIERCE! That's what they said ah. HAHA! We sat at Macdonalds. Had a drink and chat. This topic came out, "what was your CCA when you're in Primary School?" They asked me, "What's your CCA?" My reply, "MATHS CLUB!" They burst out laughing. HAHAHA, baskerd! But seriously uhh, KENTAL aper MATHS CLUB. LOL. Primary school katekan. HAHA! When we were at Macdonalds, Izza, Zulaiha and me kept going to the toilet. In one hour, we went to the toilet thrice. Bladder problem. HAHA! The weird thing is, we have this feeling of "I need to pee" at the same time. We kept going to the toilet together. And Miss Lian was like, "Why you girls kept going to the toilet?" HAHA! I had fun today. So yeah, next outing will be soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-1527643314105182861?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1527643314105182861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1527643314105182861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/yo-earthlings-wassup-babesdudes-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-7501072493550515633</id><published>2008-08-28T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T06:57:27.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SLaugx0lkkI/AAAAAAAAAds/XL-xljRTVbU/s1600-h/DSC06935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SLatnQYaoPI/AAAAAAAAAdM/64f1pMihikg/s400/DSC06783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239566106416029938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SLatnVtFd4I/AAAAAAAAAdU/opkpjEEyUkw/s1600-h/DSC06928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SLatnVtFd4I/AAAAAAAAAdU/opkpjEEyUkw/s400/DSC06928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239566107844900738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SLatnnf0jnI/AAAAAAAAAdc/n3ocexF8CjA/s1600-h/DSC06929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SLatnnf0jnI/AAAAAAAAAdc/n3ocexF8CjA/s400/DSC06929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239566112621104754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SLatn5tLLSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/y573uarLlj0/s1600-h/DSC06934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SLatn5tLLSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/y573uarLlj0/s400/DSC06934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239566117508951330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will let the pictures do the talking&lt;br /&gt;more coming up(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-7501072493550515633?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/7501072493550515633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/7501072493550515633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-will-let-pictures-do-talking-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SLaugx0lkkI/AAAAAAAAAds/XL-xljRTVbU/s72-c/DSC06935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-1890526940959541942</id><published>2008-08-27T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T00:51:01.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SLUEIUfswPI/AAAAAAAAAcc/IqaX3YdrVY4/s1600-h/1_395012546l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SLUEIUfswPI/AAAAAAAAAcc/IqaX3YdrVY4/s400/1_395012546l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239098282502570226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SLUEIi4TdFI/AAAAAAAAAck/tOO2ES5cvbY/s1600-h/1_972930797l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SLUEIi4TdFI/AAAAAAAAAck/tOO2ES5cvbY/s400/1_972930797l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239098286363866194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SLUEIv9dDcI/AAAAAAAAAcs/cnqG2wC54PY/s1600-h/1_814552737l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SLUEIv9dDcI/AAAAAAAAAcs/cnqG2wC54PY/s400/1_814552737l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239098289875127746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SLUEI6js-cI/AAAAAAAAAc0/GZ-x465JKTk/s1600-h/1_395932490l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SLUEI6js-cI/AAAAAAAAAc0/GZ-x465JKTk/s400/1_395932490l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239098292719909314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SLUEIyUjgII/AAAAAAAAAc8/CGqgUK5qwvI/s1600-h/1_281727864l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SLUEIyUjgII/AAAAAAAAAc8/CGqgUK5qwvI/s400/1_281727864l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239098290508890242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photos from Firli, the Goal Keeper for Team 1.&lt;br /&gt;College Central is LOVED&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*| Girls |*&lt;br /&gt;Champion Team - College West(team 2)&lt;br /&gt;Second - College East(team 1)&lt;br /&gt;Third - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;College Central(team 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forth - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;College Central(team 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*| Guys |*&lt;br /&gt;Champion - College East(team 1)&lt;br /&gt;Second - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;College Central(team 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third - College West(team 2)&lt;br /&gt;Forth - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;College Central(team 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All COLLEGE CENTRAL teams made it to the Semi-Final.&lt;br /&gt;(atleast something, Semi-Final dokk!)&lt;br /&gt;Cool or whaat ?!?! we rock the court!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-1890526940959541942?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1890526940959541942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1890526940959541942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/photos-from-firli-goal-keeper-for-team.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SLUEIUfswPI/AAAAAAAAAcc/IqaX3YdrVY4/s72-c/1_395012546l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-1052185927475725485</id><published>2008-08-24T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:34:00.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; tomorrow is the day. The FINALS.&lt;br /&gt;Girls : College East(Team 1) vs College West(Team 2)&lt;br /&gt;Guys : College East(Team 1) vs College Central(Team 1)&lt;br /&gt;All the best guys. Go Central Go! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-1052185927475725485?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1052185927475725485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1052185927475725485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/tomorrow-is-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-1500023883684048336</id><published>2008-08-24T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T04:40:40.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SLFIYvSQp6I/AAAAAAAAAb0/OHrarA9GwsE/s1600-h/DSCF0533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Than back home, changed and out again. And home and out. And now I'm home and ofcorse I'm not going out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was FUN except for the part where I have to wait for someone like for 22 minutes. Grr.. That person is Nadrah a.k.a. Adda. HAHA! Done, talking about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something really spoil my mood. Only I know why. Fly away you, *this is not your name*. Haaahh! Somehow, life is such a b!tch. I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hand/palm is JUST OKAYY now. YAY! But the pain is still there.&lt;br /&gt;I want to try a new sport. I WANT TO RUN ON THE TRACK. Sprint like I've never sprint before. Cann? HAHA! Floorball? Dah relekk ah dawgs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-7806271590492192001?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/7806271590492192001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/7806271590492192001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-day-today-and-im-lazy-to-list-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-1119104468572433727</id><published>2008-08-22T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:41:18.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I slept for only 4 freaking hours. And I have to get up at 6am to go to school. There's CAD lesson, can't be missed. Went to school feeling half-dead. Lesson was from 8am-10am. Extended 20 more minutes. Went to meet Mr Gerald Tay. Passed him the worksheet a.k.a. test. Went straight to the canteen. Met Khairul and off we go to ITE Simei. I was late. Blame it on Khairul. (HAHA) The tournament was okayy. College Central(Team 1) vs College Central(Team 2). Starting of the game, within 5 to 10 minutes, they scored one goal. I was like, OMG! Can't believe my eyes. Than we started to play hard, play smart. I scored than Amira. Second half, Yan scored than Imah than Shyqah. So the score is, 5 - 1. College Central(Team 1), 3rd beybeh! (: Monday will be the FINALS for the guys. The best of luck guys. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat at Tampines with Floorballers. Went home after that. There's a man who fainted in the MRT. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I injure my palm/hand. Its damn painful. Terpleot when I was practicing shooting just now. PAINFOOOOOL SIAO! Okayy, no more floorball until my hand recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I got lots of plans. So yeahh, will be damn f*cking busy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway someone asked me to blog about him. So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;Hello Ashrapp! I will listen to the song you asked me to listen to soon okayy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BORED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-1119104468572433727?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1119104468572433727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1119104468572433727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-slept-for-only-4-freaking-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-5828148803750495452</id><published>2008-08-21T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:27:29.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just reached home beybeh! (random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was stucked in school today.&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet Khairul. We were told to help out with the secondary school coaching(Floorball). But I didn't plan to do it. What I planned was to study with Khairul. He's teaching me Electronics. Woah! A subject that I really need to buck up. Mr Samri did alone, sorry. After studying we went to the hall and played Floorball(shooting). Oliver, Palatz Nasiree etc etc already reached the hall before us. So yeahh.. watched them train. Learned something. Plus, Jill shouted this to 2 person. "YOU SUCK BIG TIME!" Because the way they train, it sucks to her. Even after all the things she asked them to do, but they keep repeating the same thing over and over again. I was like, OMG! Jill siaa. HAHA. After training, I helped Palatz Nasiree to keep the bucket of balls. Jill was inside the room. She look at me, and she said.. "Thanks" I kept quiet. When I wanted to walk out of the room, I smiled at her. She asked me, "Who are you waiting for? Very late already" Than I said," Wan, Khai all" She said, "Ohh, *smile* Goodnight" I look at her smile-ing and I smiled back, wide one. HAHA, yeahh.. she wished me goodnight. I saw the other side of her today. YAY! Friendly huhh?! Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at KFC. Ate buddy meal(with Andiqa). There's a lot of foods to eat. I pushed most of the foods to the tank, Noraswan. They call him that. The floorballers got lots of jokes today. Was laughing my ass out. In the train, Noraswan did that thing-he-did. Khairul and I was like laughing all the way. HAHAHA, sumpah funny! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow school starts at 8.30am. Ends at 10am. Than off to ITE College East, Floorball Tournament. Good Luck! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-5828148803750495452?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5828148803750495452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5828148803750495452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-reached-home-beybeh-random-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-4635431209837323911</id><published>2008-08-21T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:57:53.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woke up early for no reason. (6:30am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now I'm using the laptop. Plus I'm doing my Electronics Test a.k.a homework. The teacher asked me to do it as homework. So yeah, trying hard not to try and copy others. Must at least understand something while doing the worksheet. Must prepare earlier for exam. (HaaHa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, my dad called home. He wanted to ask my mom whether she want mee rebus or what for breakfast. The first thing he said when I picked up the phone is, ..&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, lu melayu punya apa?"&lt;br /&gt;Than I was like, "Huhh?! Again"&lt;br /&gt;"Lu melayu punya apa?"&lt;br /&gt;I was like "ahh, yarh. who is this?" (don't recognise the voice)&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wanted to spit out vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning talk like that. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;Than he said,&lt;br /&gt;"Ayah. Panggil Ibu"&lt;br /&gt;My mom also thought it was someone else.&lt;br /&gt;My mom scolded my dad for playing around.&lt;br /&gt;"APE NI BUAT SUARA MACAM ORANG LAIN! MAIN MAIN EHK!"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, like I said, I'm going to watch the Floorball training.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda having fever here. But since I promised Khairul, I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't he will keep saying that "Paitao" word. Like last week, I paitao him. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. don't bother to try, because it won't happen(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-4635431209837323911?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4635431209837323911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4635431209837323911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/woke-up-early-for-no-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-2798488971031374111</id><published>2008-08-20T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T06:19:12.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today I was so happy because this HOT guy touched me.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. The story,&lt;br /&gt;I was at Kallang with Noraswan and Haikal. Survey floorball sticks. I felt someone touching my hand. I turned as fast as the speed of light(karot) and noticed its the HOT eurasian guy. He wanted to walk pass actually. HAHA. I was like, "ehh, HOT siaa HOT siaa!" HAHAHA. Sungguh! End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today nothing much happened. But its a GREAT day.&lt;br /&gt;School, HAHA, you know I was late for the 11am lesson. Rizal punya pasal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm meeting up with Khairul to watch team 1's training.&lt;br /&gt;So looking forward to it. I want to learn something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there's no school, Yippedi-yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-2798488971031374111?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/2798488971031374111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/2798488971031374111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-i-was-so-happy-because-this-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-7133910784300423221</id><published>2008-08-19T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:02:17.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boredom Strikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check : 8:52 am&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I have nothing to do and entertain myself with.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I woke up this early when school starts at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pimple on my nose, AGAIN! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cb&lt;/span&gt;. Painful like ohmyf*ckinggawd. Plus that William always disturb me in class, about my pimple. HAHA, baskerd.(Lan's way of saying bastard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the whole of today, will be having Mr Moner's lesson. Yessah! His first lesson starts at 11am, as told. *look up* But I won't be entering class at 11am. I don't know what time I will reach school. Because I'm going somewhere with Rizal to do something important. And will only meet up at 11am. To be exact, we're going to the BANK.  (to get his form approved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-7133910784300423221?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/7133910784300423221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/7133910784300423221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/boredom-strikes-time-check-852-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-8217276980106030169</id><published>2008-08-19T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T06:40:39.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My blog's timing is so slow. The recent post, I posted it today, 19 August, not yesterday. Okayy, random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, school was OKAY. I was behaving myself in every class. Actually, I ALWAYS BEHAVE in every class. HAHA! Listened attentively to the lecture in EC(?) lesson. I understood the first part of the lesson. The second part, I don't understand a single shit. BOO! We did this worksheet. Simple kebabai! The class was kecoh, like usual. HAHA! Lesson ends early. So went to the canteen and eat. Like we always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAD lesson, I did everything alone. Thanks for the help HYKEL ! ((: &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Rizal, for the last 2-3 minutes. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went to look for this teacher but he's not in. So went back alone. Its been more than one week since I went back home ALONE, from school. Usually i'm with lovely floorballers. Erghh! I hate going back alone. Took the bus to Yio Chu Kang, for time wasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm f*cking bored&lt;br /&gt;spare me some entertainment people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-8217276980106030169?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/8217276980106030169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/8217276980106030169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-blogs-timing-is-so-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-8910204132649016795</id><published>2008-08-18T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:07:06.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday I didn't sleep. I slept at 3am today. Random.&lt;br /&gt;Can't shut my eyes because I can't stop thinking about yesterday, the game.&lt;br /&gt;It was such a waste? disaster? ergh! whatever it is. Okayy, now, I'M OVER IT! (i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's alot of entertainment this morning. Thanks ehk for the entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;Someone started sms-ing me at 11+ pm than at 1+ am he slept without telling me. HAHA. rabakk keper?! Actually was expecting that to happen. People usually sleep while sms-ing people in the EARLY MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there's school but it will only start at 1pm. EC lesson, oh shit! CAD lesson, so looking forward lahh. Wooh! Like for the first time, so semangat want to go for CAD lesson. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-8910204132649016795?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/8910204132649016795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/8910204132649016795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday-i-didnt-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-4341343234358346380</id><published>2008-08-18T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:55:52.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodbye to the FINALS.&lt;br /&gt;We lost and only managed to play for the 3rd/4th placing on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Penalty shots and Sudden death is a total BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;(not talking about those taking the shots, for sure)&lt;br /&gt;How I wish we didn't even have to do all that.&lt;br /&gt;That is all based on the fate, like what Andie said.&lt;br /&gt;Luck is not on our side, I guess. Congrates West Team 2.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. in floorball, pulling of people's stick is not necessary.&lt;br /&gt;JFYI, thats a merepek act! no offence.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, if you push someone, you don't have to blame that person.&lt;br /&gt;You push, she fell, fair enough? Than what for, for that f*cking attitude?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today College Central Team 1 Girls did WELL. Like VERY?!&lt;br /&gt;I love the team. Seriously. They are heaven sent.&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried when the sudden death ends. Actually I cried when Jill was talking to the team. She asked everyone to look up so I stopped crying. HAHA. Just focus on Friday's game alright girls?! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; after months, today than I got the chance to chat with Irrsyad again.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, usual topic ofcorse. He know, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-4341343234358346380?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4341343234358346380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4341343234358346380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/goodbye-to-finals.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-4934698980735995943</id><published>2008-08-17T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T02:46:46.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Legend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M2TbM9u2NCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M2TbM9u2NCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jill Quek, the College Central coach.&lt;br /&gt;I admire her skills truck loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-4934698980735995943?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4934698980735995943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4934698980735995943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/legend-jill-quek-college-central-coach.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-8830184030629169432</id><published>2008-08-16T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:31:52.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boredom strikes.&lt;br /&gt;I felt half-dead since yesterday. Why? No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, woke up late. So, didn't attend lessons in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school just for that Inter-Class Floorball Game. (Thaleb a.k.a. sQeeks course) I was the referee with SanSan. Being half-dead, I was not serious in referee-ing. FREE FOOD, after the game. Slacked in the hall with Floorball people. Went to Holland for self-training with Khairul, Noraswan &amp;amp; Zul. Rizal, SanSan and i-forgot-his-name went off before us. At Holland, I was pissed. Don't want to talk about it. I spend almost all my time there sitting and munching on something. Shouldn't have gone there at the first place. Should have stayed at home since I was half-dead. I think I was sick for 1 hour or so? HAHA. Went home straight after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm not working. NO to working this week. Busy.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Floorball Tournament (Semi-Final).&lt;br /&gt;WESSST TEAM TWOOOO !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-8830184030629169432?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/8830184030629169432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/8830184030629169432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/boredom-strikes.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-2475253016698920921</id><published>2008-08-13T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:04:32.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The tournament on Tuesday was OKAY. College Central vs College East. We lost. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8 - 2&lt;/span&gt;, the score. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TWO OWN GOALS&lt;/span&gt;. Well, its okay. Win or lose, it doesn't matter. Playing all out and play smart is what matters. Plus 2 goals is better than nothing right? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Three Cheers to Amira&lt;/span&gt;. Next game, against West Team 2. Which is their team one, the stronger team. All the best alright guys. ((:&lt;br /&gt;P.S. NADIAAAA, I KNOW LAH MY TEAM LOSE/LOST TO YOUR TEAM.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Baik East !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had training. Tired, aching body but still have to attend for the training. Training is full of fitness? Lots and lots of STAR JUMPS &amp;amp; PUSH UPS. My muscles are growing. HAHAHA. Met up with Khairul and Noraswan at Hougang interchange. They were late, Grrr. Ate at MacDonalds. Passed leave form to I-forgot-his-name. Went home straight after that. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;KHAIRUL BOUGHT A DIADORA BAG&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dark blue, darker than mine. Woahh! Coolshit. Friday ehk Friday. ((: &amp;amp; Noraswan and Khairul disturbed this uncle at Hougang. "UMBERG UMBERG" (however it is spelled) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, NO SCHOOOOOOOOOOLL !!!&lt;br /&gt;YIPPEDI- YAYYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-2475253016698920921?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/2475253016698920921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/2475253016698920921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/tournament-on-tuesday-was-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-765769862167735816</id><published>2008-08-09T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T04:32:21.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday Singapore !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today double pay, so I went to work. Okay, random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-765769862167735816?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/765769862167735816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/765769862167735816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-singapore-dd-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-240056016139257858</id><published>2008-08-08T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:21:04.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahuhk Ahuhk! Second post for this oh-very-boring-day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SJvwtK9BAXI/AAAAAAAAAa0/QG1PpLX56vw/s1600-h/1_398577637l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SJvwtK9BAXI/AAAAAAAAAa0/QG1PpLX56vw/s400/1_398577637l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232040050946015602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SJvwtObqhiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/0ZHfl7ZPSWU/s1600-h/1_796554446l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SJvwtObqhiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/0ZHfl7ZPSWU/s400/1_796554446l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232040051879872034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New stuffs I bought last week. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to talk about things that no one cares/wants to know.&lt;br /&gt;So, don't bother reading if you're pretty occupied cos reading it is just a waste of your precious time. Boredom makes me go active in Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, VERY ACTIVE. haaaahahahehehohohuhuhehokhehok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to myself :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Monday, HOLIDAY-YAY!&lt;br /&gt;- Tuesday, Floorball Tourbament vs College East(Simei)&lt;br /&gt;There's Soccer Girls tournament too, in the morning. Supposed to go but I swear I'm going to collapse after rushing here and there. So planned to give that soccer tournament a skip. Sorry Mr S/W teacher. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Floorball training, for semi-final&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Real work. Catching up with missed lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Floorball training (?)&lt;br /&gt;Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday - Sentosaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. TAK PERLU SIA MY SECOND POST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-240056016139257858?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/240056016139257858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/240056016139257858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/ahuhk-ahuhk-second-post-for-this-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/SJvwtK9BAXI/AAAAAAAAAa0/QG1PpLX56vw/s72-c/1_398577637l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-1913762915443548991</id><published>2008-08-07T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:53:21.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So the long break that I said was a total bullshit. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored and that's why I am here, blogging. D'uhh! Random shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, had our first floorball tournament at ITE Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with the set of jersey (with the socks). Wooh, so high. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Even though its WAGA, and that brand is so last season, I still love it. The colour woah, so matching with my Nike Tempo shoe. *wide smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Story, College Central vs College West&lt;br /&gt;We, College Central, The winner. 5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;Surya scored 2 goals&lt;br /&gt;Shaa scored 1&lt;br /&gt;Amira, the captain scored 1&lt;br /&gt;1 more goal, I have no idea who scored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, I HATE THE REFEREE.&lt;br /&gt;F*cking cheebeh! Okay, the story.&lt;br /&gt;I dribbled the ball, and SHOOT.&lt;br /&gt;The ball hit the defender. She hold onto the ball and drop it.&lt;br /&gt;It was f*cking obvious isn't it ?! HANDBALL.&lt;br /&gt;I hold up my hand, "HEY! HANDBALL!"&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone was like looking at the referee.&lt;br /&gt;The referee said, "Play on!"&lt;br /&gt;I was like f*cking frustrated. Continued playing and focus on the game. If not can get penalty shot/ free hit infront of the goal post.&lt;br /&gt;BTW not only in the girls team one game, in the guys team two game as well. Okay, the story. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;The opponent SHOOT. Hit the top corner bar/pole/besi (whatever it is called) and it hit down, didn't even touch the green line &amp;amp; to be exact, its not even near to the green line. But the referee blew his whistle and said it was a goal. Khairul, captain talked to him and dengan semangatnye he said it was a goal.&lt;br /&gt; I was like, "Hey hello, go wash your face lahh. I think you are half asleep"&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever. So unprofessional. I just hope the referee on Tuesday, the next tournament is not the same referee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat with wonderful people after the tournament. Was irritated.&lt;br /&gt;Ashrapp, sugarr! They BULLY me! HAHAHA. In the mrt back home, it was super hilarious. Jokes, crazy actions, childs play, even looking at someone's face is hilarious. Only they know. HAHA. They are my 'Rockin' Socks'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when the clock strikes 12, something happened. HAHA, only we know. zero eight zero eight zero eight, its just a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave the National Day celebration a skip. I predict the celebration was a total lamestly crappy shit that I've ever known for a celebration. Amazing race? Hahh, Bullshit! My prediction is ALWAYS right. HAHA. Zero for my attendance today, YAY! I'm the Queen of attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, Welcome to Sentosa. This way please." tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, working tomorrow. Sentosaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I love my Line 2, Floorball Tournament Line&lt;br /&gt;Lovely people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-1913762915443548991?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1913762915443548991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/1913762915443548991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-long-break-that-i-said-was-total.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-6286010185944786492</id><published>2008-08-04T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T02:43:06.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LONG BREAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLOORBALL MATCH IS COMING SOOOOON.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST MATCH, THURSDAY (7 AUGUST)&lt;br /&gt;WILL NOT HAVE TIME TO BLOG OR EVEN ONLINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-6286010185944786492?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/6286010185944786492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/6286010185944786492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/long-break-floorball-match-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-4696397878626873578</id><published>2008-08-04T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T02:45:23.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone in my class is working at ThaiExpress, Esplanade. Woah! That job, super tiring. &amp;amp; yeah, that's my previous job. HAHA. All the best uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went to work. Than I was scolded by this tour guide. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KNNBCCB&lt;/span&gt;! Sumpah it's not my fault. She scolded me and I talk back, like ofcorse. In the end she shut herself up when I gave her that "whatever" look. BOO.. Confirm she's scared that she might get into trouble that's why she started to get angry and anyhow scold people. Was seriously in f*cked up mood yesterday and that happened. Why f*cked up mood? Because the pain in my stomach is killing me. (red light) Asked to rest in the ticketing room at Beach Station but I don't want to. Tak nak makan gaji bute katekan. HAHA, chey! Met up with DannyDanz. Went to Causeway's Starbucks. Bought a drink which I forgot what it's called. Went to Sembawang Macdonalds, bought food and went to the same block and picnic. Mustaqim joined us. Had alot of FUN with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to school in the morning with Weston(met at AMK station). Project discussion. Slack outside school. Weston burnt my leave form for the tournament away. Blame it on Fazlan, didn't keep properly in his bag. Practical, simple. Almost got killed in the practical room. Blame it on Tengku Azrin. He let go of the valve(?) when the drill(whatever it is called) is still spinning. That heavy valve flew and the screw(whatever it is called) broke into half. I'm a D&amp;amp;T student in secondary school and now I've forgotten all the tools name. HAHA. Cool or whaat ?!?! Screw you lah Tengku! (HAHA) Still can run very far sia. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-4696397878626873578?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4696397878626873578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/4696397878626873578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/someone-in-my-class-is-working-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-984199569594667975</id><published>2008-07-30T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T03:06:09.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday to,&lt;br /&gt;Wan Goodboy, classmate&lt;br /&gt;Farasha, CSS&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you guy's wishes come true.&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda lost interest in Floorball already. Know me before you even talk, okayy?! Pathetic KIDS at the age of 17 &amp;amp; above. Yesterday's training suck big time. Slashing all over. People kicking the ball as if they were playing soccer instead of Floorball. And the referee, SLEEPING! Gaah! So not in the mood yesterday. *red light*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's scene :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "you lost your wallet is it?"&lt;br /&gt;Liana aka Kakak HOT : "yarh *smile smile smile*"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "okayy, nahh."&lt;br /&gt;Liana aka Kakak HOT : "thanks *smile smile smile*&lt;br /&gt;walk of with Rizal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like what the f*ck. Her expression like nothing siaa. Seriously. The wallet contains everything, I/C, Ez-link, money etc etc. If I were to be her, I won't have the mood to even stay in school uhh. Plus I will be worried sick and not smile-ing and crack jokes with friends. Woah! Crazyyy.. Rizal and I was like taking serious trouble to look for her in school. Went to the office, asking teachers for her number etc etc and thats her reaction. Like *i don't bother* kinda reaction. hehh. Dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. We know her dirty little secrets. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;rabakk aper girl ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-984199569594667975?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/984199569594667975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/984199569594667975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-kinda-lost-interest-in-floorball.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-935151448987917440</id><published>2008-07-25T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T01:45:53.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second post for today. So whaat? I'm just freaking bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went to school today. Reach school at 9.30am. Early. Half an hour early to be exact. Went to the canteen to buy some drink. Saw Khairul. Sat with him and his classmates. Chit-chat for awhile. He or should I say, THEY, f*cking bastard you know. Disturb this guy. HAHAHA. So yeah, I told Khairul, "eyk, aku macam malas lah nak masok class" Than his reply is, "tak payah masok sudah" Than in a flash of light, I reply, "okay set! aku balik" ROFLMAO! Khairul went up to class and I went home. How cool is that? Went to school just to get a drink. My attendance is bad but my intentions are good, understand? hehh. So much for " I want 100% for my attendance " TSK to my ownself. Bowdoh! Tomorrow I'm working, I guess. Call me lahh oi! Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I call him Ashrapp,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He calls me Tashhy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/836478309840251901-935151448987917440?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/935151448987917440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/935151448987917440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/second-post-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-8994186451689780592</id><published>2008-07-24T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T01:47:28.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashrapp calls me Tashhy :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YO! I'm sick, people. Okayy, I bet you guys don't even bother. hehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have been having this feeling of "ooO.. my eyes are HOT". You know when you're having a fever, your eyeballs are actually feeling this HOTness. It irritates me. All this was because of yesterday's lesson in an aircon room. (D306) Figure out what lesson was that yourself. Its was freaking cold &amp;amp; you know I can't stand coldness. Even in shopping malls, when I get too cold, my eyes will turn red, pale face and the next day, I'M SICK. Not having penyakit okayy. So yeah, put my alarm at 6am yesterday night. And when it alarm me to wake up and get ready for school, I just can't. So gave CAD lesson a missed. But I'm going for the other lesson for the day which is at 10am. Anyway, yesterday was a disappointment. But CONGRATULATION for winning the friendly match guys. 3-6. Opponent, Northlight Secondary. I seriously think you guys can do better. Wassup with yesterday ?!?! Alright, don't want to talk about it. In two weeks time, I want to see improvements. HAHA. We gonna rock the court !!! Wooh! Btw I'm not working today, Palatz Nasiree. 3pm-10pm schedule is packed. I know you want me to work, but sorry. Next time tell me earlier larh, ARSE. hehh. Oohh Oohh, Yesterday's dinner with floorballers was awesome. Delicious! HAHA. It was a big group, very big. (I was the only girl) Chatting with them was FUNneh COOLshit. Bye, gonna get something to eat before going to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p.s. I know there's a typo error in my previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Change it yourself, earthlings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/836478309840251901-8994186451689780592?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/8994186451689780592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/8994186451689780592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/ashrapp-calls-me-tashhy-d.html' title='Ashrapp calls me Tashhy :D'/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-530561656787858078</id><published>2008-07-22T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T18:26:55.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY AZIERAAA, CLASSMATE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAY ALL YOUR WISHES COME TRUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reached school at 11.55am. I saw Fazlan coming out of school. I asked him, "class dah habes per?" Than he said, "a'ah, Gerald Tay move the class forward, 9.30am start" I was like, f*cking shit, how come I dont know about the change of time. Waste my time only wake up so early. Went to the hall, wanted to take leave form but Mr Samri is not in. Saw Noraswan, Akir, Khai, Tengku Azrin and friends. Went to them, *low-five-ing*. They went to class after a few minutes. Than Palatz Nasiree called me, talked to him. He told me that the rules for staffs of Sentosa has changed. He said, in one week, you MUST work for 28 hours. So yeah, I must work on every Friday Saturday and Sunday. What the f*ck, 3 days straight. Palatz Nasiree told me he will be working for 4 hours on Tuesday and Wednesday. 4 hours ONLY, cool or whaat?! I want to try uhh work 4 hours only. So yeah, nothing better to do in school so went home. Got changed, repack my bag pack, use the laptop. Went out around 2.45pm. Bussed to Tampines. Bussed again to ITE Tampines. Training yesterday was awesome. I was on full blast. HAHAHA. Seriously uhh. I got praised twice by Jill yaww. Cool or whaat?! Shaa, the second vice-captain, gave me a pat on my shoulder, no actually not shoulder, my thigh. (we were seated). So yeah, got some small conflicts here and there yesterday. I was like, err..okayy. As a team, we shouldn't be having any conflicts. Put that aside guys. Come on, wake up! (only THEY know this lovely line) HAHAHA. Btw not only I was praised, I was "scolded" by Jill too. "why you didn't defend your player? 20 push up for you" Dang! Tired and aching hands is killing me. I want to tie up my hair also need a very long time. TSK. *blublablubla* Enought about yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;didn't go to school since its raining. So yeah, gave school a skip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the team 2 guys will be having a friendly match with Northlight KIDS. Those good players from Northlight will join the team 2 guys. WTH! They sebok or whaat?! I'm so gonna watch their friendly tomorrow. Can't wait. Thats all for today, Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/836478309840251901-530561656787858078?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/530561656787858078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/530561656787858078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterday-reached-school-at-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-5730622040663276958</id><published>2008-07-19T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:01:38.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At last I got my own &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt; Diadora Bag.&lt;br /&gt;Diadora Bag is LOVED. Thanks Syafiee.&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been working for 1 week already.&lt;br /&gt;Next week must work super long hours to pay back for the hours I have missed this week. K'ching K'ching ! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill said, "see what you can do about it. ask whether your teacher can give you a make up lesson. you're left with only 3 weeks. I need to see you during training."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, I know my CAD teacher won't make a make up lesson for me, for sure. So for what bother to ask him. TSK. &amp;amp; who cares about the lesson. I WANT TO GO FOR FLOORBALL TRAINING STARTING FROM THIS COMING TUESDAY. Floorball seems important-er(no such word, I know) than studies in this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting rebellious nowadays. Anyway, who cares ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down with lots of projects, research etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;Wahh! Like POLY student. School's a b*tch.&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.. and i swear my brain is getting full.&lt;br /&gt;Can't store in anymore stuffs soon. This means I won't understand a single thing the teacher is teaching. Must start to throw unnecessary stuffs already.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, cool or what sia my brains, can do all that ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSY BUSY BUSY&lt;br /&gt;Might go missing in action for days/weeks/months/years&lt;br /&gt;The "months/years" part, KAROT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this, I would like to share this super lame joke from Floorball people on Friday. I swear I laughed like nobody's business in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bola ape yang orang respect the most?"&lt;br /&gt;my answer : boplehh! *wrong* HAHA&lt;br /&gt;the answer : golf&lt;br /&gt;why? cause after hitting the ball, they will salute the ball (the action)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"binatang ape yang biler dah mati, slalu orang doakan?"&lt;br /&gt;my answer : a BIG ENTAH&lt;br /&gt;the answer : nyamuk&lt;br /&gt;why? cause you usually hit the mosquito with both palm, when you look at the dead mosquito, the way you station your palm, its like berdoa-ing.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.. CRAPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-5730622040663276958?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5730622040663276958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/5730622040663276958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-last-i-got-my-own-blue-diadora-bag.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836478309840251901.post-3220468403668418186</id><published>2008-07-16T06:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T06:54:04.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This Saturday, I'm getting my limited edition Diadora bag. YaYness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Tuesday, Mr 'come in class shirt tucked in, end of class shirt tucked out' like so I-don't-know-what-to-say. "Right Natasha?" *shake head shake head* Like ALOT of time sia. Grrr. Something wrong. Today, no class at all. But went for work. Coached Northbrooks Secondary. Reached school at 10.30am. Early, I know. Went to the canteen, bought drinks. And I saw "kakak HOT", they know who. HAHA. Morning coaching(11-12), was f*cking FUN. That class, class GEREK. Afternoon coaching(3-4), was FUN too. I was kecoh. Khairul, know. HAHA. Shouting like no one's business. The group, Khai and I take care of, Champion oi! Thanks to me ah for cheering and shouting and hitting and many more. HAHAHA. Khairul, Noraswan and I went to eat in the canteen. They got changed. Went to the shop. Saw "kakak HOT" again. She was having her CCA, rock climbing. Bought chocolates as I'm bored. Walked back to school. Walked pass the rock climbers. We have to walk there since we're going to the back gate. I was laughing my arse out because Khairul said something stupid. HAHA. When I laugh, everyone was like looking at me. Doubleyou-tee-eff. (WTF) ,am I too loud? Paiseyy siaa. I realised something. Not just me. Even Rizal realised that she's always looking at only-she-know-who-she's-looking-at. Scaryy. HAHAHA. So, today was okay for me. So looking forward for Saturday. Diadora Bag, I need you. hehh. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/836478309840251901-3220468403668418186?l=maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/3220468403668418186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836478309840251901/posts/default/3220468403668418186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybememories--tasyaaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-saturday-im-getting-my-limited.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasyaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04245384265784488937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uH51zqhH1eg/R3249-MVivI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oYt50q9wljg/S220/Picture%2B082.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
