<?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-22378672</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:55:16.203+08:00</updated><category term='i guess.'/><category term='that dude.'/><category term='that dude'/><category term='stress.'/><category term='bad bad headache.'/><category term='crush.love.relationship.'/><category term='thinking.'/><category term='random-ness'/><category term='web cam fun.'/><category term='saturday.'/><category term='sorry.'/><category term='reconsider.'/><category term='TWLOHA band.'/><category term='bff :))'/><category term='hope.'/><category term='time will not tell'/><category term='ily.'/><category term='let&apos;s pretend.'/><category term='memories.'/><category term='memories'/><category term='jerk.'/><category term='wonder girl.'/><category term='e or a?'/><category term='chemisty can go suck ballzz.'/><category term='dann.'/><category term='forever'/><category term='worried.'/><category term='a or k or e or none.'/><category term='what?'/><category term='haircut.'/><category term='i give up.'/><category term='peace.'/><category term='imy.ily.'/><category term='cameroid rock my seluardalam. :)'/><category term='friends.'/><category term='falling.'/><category term='new phone.'/><category term='failing.'/><category term='I&apos;m not your 24/7 girl.'/><category term='stupid.'/><category term='enlightened.'/><category term='zzz'/><category term='dnycks.'/><category term='impression.'/><category term='live your life.'/><category term='friendship.'/><category term='you.'/><category term='ache.'/><category term='secondary life.'/><category term='confusion.'/><category term='muay thai.'/><category term='hang out.'/><category term='hurt.'/><category term='love.'/><category term='reminds me of you.'/><category term='but ily.'/><category term='???'/><category term='true friendship?'/><category term='zac efron is hot.'/><category term='chance.'/><category term='ily. imy. ihy.'/><category term='patience'/><category term='i am sorry.'/><category term='date with mr teddy.'/><category term='wonder.'/><category term='loves.'/><category term='shock.'/><category term='misses.'/><category term='damaged'/><category term='its gonna be over soon.'/><category term='first love.'/><category term='oOo.'/><category term='message.'/><title type='text'>my daily basis stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>164</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-7344345571641136437</id><published>2009-11-12T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T01:01:25.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>expectations?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, i feel that, i don't know, i'm expecting too much from him? yes, i feel that way. but maybe its due to the fact that i'm used to getting such treatment but i'm not getting any similar from the current one. Indeed, he is different. but.. too much of a culture shock for me. Everytime i don't get the same treatment, i will always remind myself that he's different so i have to close one eye. but what kind of treatment do i actually want, actually expect from him? I'm always looking at his flaws . I know its bad but i can't help it. I'm so protective this time round. and it bugs me for this is not the usual me. I don't like to be controlled so i don't control others. but not him. I make  big fuss over trivial matters when its him. why? i don't know. seriously. i don't know why i'm being so protective this time round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-7344345571641136437?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7344345571641136437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=7344345571641136437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/7344345571641136437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/7344345571641136437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/expectations.html' title='expectations?'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-5363482012071973448</id><published>2009-11-05T10:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:36:58.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SvI5AUnCtjI/AAAAAAAAAb0/vvvu_nPKB4o/s1600-h/109394541_90cc750ea9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SvI5AUnCtjI/AAAAAAAAAb0/vvvu_nPKB4o/s200/109394541_90cc750ea9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400441580865893938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Being sick sucks big time. Really.I hate to be sick, wait, who doesn't, right?( except for the times when you have draggy lessons on that particular day and mine used to be on thursdays ) Being sick left me with no choice but to stay in bed all day long and rest. BORING. but today, i need some air, fresh air. Going to the gym with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Aini&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Shaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;later. :) I just hope my body will cooperate with me later.&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-5363482012071973448?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5363482012071973448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=5363482012071973448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5363482012071973448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5363482012071973448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-this.html' title='i hate this.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SvI5AUnCtjI/AAAAAAAAAb0/vvvu_nPKB4o/s72-c/109394541_90cc750ea9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-3870240361637892779</id><published>2009-11-03T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:29:52.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead blog comes alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Su_NpzULvJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/dYDnw9ructk/s1600-h/d6.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Su_NpzULvJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/dYDnw9ructk/s200/d6.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399760596273708178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, its been some time since i last updated this thing here, my blog. Got nothing to blog about, i mean there's a lot to blog about but  i don't know where to start. really. well, first thing first. guess what? I'm out of Mental Institute, k no, Millennia Institute i mean. Yes, results were bad, really bad, and i'm left with no choice but to leave. Honestly, i'm sad not because of the fact that i'm leaving my MI( for MI wasn't what i want ) but i'm sad because i have to leave a bunch of fun,loving friends. yerp. Wacky Girlfriends, silat mates, my classmates. them. but its ok, we'll keep in contact. thats for sure. so yeah, thats bout it, i guess. have to wait till next year for the JAE thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question for you :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between MDIS and poly, which should i choose?&lt;br /&gt;kindly answer at my tagboard. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to go for the trip this sunday,&lt;br /&gt;four days of fun-ness, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;but  i'm gonna miss that bitch of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-3870240361637892779?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3870240361637892779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=3870240361637892779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3870240361637892779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3870240361637892779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/dead-blog-comes-alive.html' title='dead blog comes alive.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Su_NpzULvJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/dYDnw9ructk/s72-c/d6.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-2930950222102291525</id><published>2009-09-28T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:10:58.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a promise made.</title><content type='html'>Promotional examination are just around the corner, or should i say, this Wednesday. Yes, this Wednesday will be our General Paper and Mother Tongue paper. Damn it, I'm not ready.  Its really obvious that everyone in the school is mugging hard for the upcoming examination. Including me ( duhh ), but the difference is that, I'm studying but I feel as though i won't be able to make it, yes, sadly. Fyi, never felt so scared of failing an examination before. First time. I will just do my very best for this paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to study hard and make use of all the time that i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffer now, enjoy later.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-2930950222102291525?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2930950222102291525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=2930950222102291525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/2930950222102291525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/2930950222102291525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/promise-made.html' title='a promise made.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-305722464964540441</id><published>2009-09-05T12:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:30:37.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>matters of heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no specific word can explain how i'm feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;terrible? devastated? rejected? crushed?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-305722464964540441?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/305722464964540441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=305722464964540441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/305722464964540441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/305722464964540441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/matters-of-heart.html' title='matters of heart.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-8941932896368838233</id><published>2009-09-04T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:15:21.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something i got from the song Feelings show by Colbie Caillat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m sorry it`s taking me so long&lt;br /&gt;To find out what I`m feeling&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it will come to me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not&lt;br /&gt;Because�&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is crazy&lt;br /&gt;Pretty baby&lt;br /&gt;Take it real slow&lt;br /&gt;My feelings show&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do&lt;br /&gt;Is never ever let it go&lt;br /&gt;My feelings show&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;My feelings show&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I`m trying to say is that&lt;br /&gt;I`m feeling a change and&lt;br /&gt;I`ll let it take all over&lt;br /&gt;If you need time away&lt;br /&gt;I won`t ask you to stay&lt;br /&gt;But I don`t want to lose you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-8941932896368838233?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8941932896368838233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=8941932896368838233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8941932896368838233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8941932896368838233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-told-me-youd-wait-here-patiently.html' title=''/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-6129409936029420150</id><published>2009-09-04T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:00:29.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first love.'/><title type='text'>: ' (</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its entirely my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-6129409936029420150?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6129409936029420150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=6129409936029420150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/6129409936029420150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/6129409936029420150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_04.html' title=': &apos; ('/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-1191128064892411425</id><published>2009-09-03T09:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:27:39.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yesterday :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- normal school day.&lt;br /&gt;- watched The Proposal with them ( shahidah,qurratu,nisa,syafiq)&lt;br /&gt;- break fast at pizza hut, atiqah joined us.&lt;br /&gt;- and home was next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- not attending school&lt;br /&gt;- down with flu and a terrible headache&lt;br /&gt;- studying later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe I'm just not used to my guy having so many girl bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-1191128064892411425?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1191128064892411425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=1191128064892411425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1191128064892411425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1191128064892411425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/so.html' title='so...'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-8911937880422371238</id><published>2009-09-01T15:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:27:20.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SpzVp2zEaVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/exL50g0pXBc/s1600-h/Under_His_Umbrella_by_with_accusing_eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SpzVp2zEaVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/exL50g0pXBc/s200/Under_His_Umbrella_by_with_accusing_eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376406970234595666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't care ( just don't wish to care)&lt;br /&gt;you don't care ( assumption )&lt;br /&gt;so who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b-o-r-e-d,&lt;br /&gt;very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s-t-u-d-y-i-n-g,&lt;br /&gt;i should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tomorrow = break fast with wacky girlfriends( minus kinah) + teteks + syafiq + nisa&lt;br /&gt;fish &amp;amp; co, here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ng Chee Kiat very very much,&lt;br /&gt;Sandy Tan too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ngien kept commenting on my skirt yesterday, its not that short whatt.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling a bit/rather stupid now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-8911937880422371238?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8911937880422371238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=8911937880422371238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8911937880422371238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8911937880422371238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SpzVp2zEaVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/exL50g0pXBc/s72-c/Under_His_Umbrella_by_with_accusing_eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-8550589839605512405</id><published>2009-08-29T01:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:10:15.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i can't sleep....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SpgO_hQHf0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/T540DTyZD1o/s1600-h/6334_114579813197_554133197_2277162_7804735_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SpgO_hQHf0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/T540DTyZD1o/s200/6334_114579813197_554133197_2277162_7804735_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375062639687204674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays with Danial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing him badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-8550589839605512405?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8550589839605512405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=8550589839605512405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8550589839605512405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8550589839605512405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-i-cant-sleep.html' title='when i can&apos;t sleep....'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SpgO_hQHf0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/T540DTyZD1o/s72-c/6334_114579813197_554133197_2277162_7804735_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-9176500522265690843</id><published>2009-08-26T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:18:38.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guides.</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/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SpVR-uug9TI/AAAAAAAAAbM/xQVm8OzYXnQ/s1600-h/Art__Reaction__Time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SpVR-uug9TI/AAAAAAAAAbM/xQVm8OzYXnQ/s200/Art__Reaction__Time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374291868473423154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i've got issues with chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-9176500522265690843?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9176500522265690843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=9176500522265690843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/9176500522265690843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/9176500522265690843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/guides.html' title='guides.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SpVR-uug9TI/AAAAAAAAAbM/xQVm8OzYXnQ/s72-c/Art__Reaction__Time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-1993487445513359468</id><published>2009-08-25T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:41:07.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shahidah punya pasal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shahidah shahidah, why must you mention all the good food?&lt;br /&gt;and now, i'm craving for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SpPZ1nll3yI/AAAAAAAAAbE/wXxRo0huXjA/s1600-h/2102459931_66026308ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SpPZ1nll3yI/AAAAAAAAAbE/wXxRo0huXjA/s200/2102459931_66026308ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373878295566081826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CHEWY JUNIOR !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as of today, the lazy side of me will be going for her break.&lt;br /&gt;few more weeks to promo 2 D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FOCUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-1993487445513359468?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1993487445513359468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=1993487445513359468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1993487445513359468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1993487445513359468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/shahidah-punya-pasal.html' title='shahidah punya pasal.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SpPZ1nll3yI/AAAAAAAAAbE/wXxRo0huXjA/s72-c/2102459931_66026308ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-7700463826290193313</id><published>2009-08-24T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:50:24.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress lah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SpK1t5zBdII/AAAAAAAAAa0/Gpg7HAk2enI/s1600-h/bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SpK1t5zBdII/AAAAAAAAAa0/Gpg7HAk2enI/s200/bored.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373557105619989634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you get all stressed up&lt;br /&gt;due to tutorials and assignments.&lt;br /&gt;you do stupid things to relax yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SpK2WlTx_gI/AAAAAAAAAa8/H7gPn3qFZoI/s1600-h/snapshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SpK2WlTx_gI/AAAAAAAAAa8/H7gPn3qFZoI/s200/snapshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373557804494880258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I feel so fucking lazy today. &lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-7700463826290193313?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-3907145884187809928</id><published>2009-08-23T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T13:45:05.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing faith? maybe i am.&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/22378672-3907145884187809928?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3907145884187809928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=3907145884187809928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3907145884187809928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3907145884187809928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/thought.html' title='thought.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-7736567065396966701</id><published>2009-08-19T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:03:49.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haber Cycle, you're such a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;I was elated when i finally understand you that day with her, i thought i got you.&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is, I don't get you. :-(&lt;br /&gt;Why are you getting more and more difficult?&lt;br /&gt;but i guess thats how you roll.&lt;br /&gt;So i shall find out more about you and understand you better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-7736567065396966701?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7736567065396966701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=7736567065396966701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/7736567065396966701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/7736567065396966701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm.html' title='hmm.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-7180832973888638068</id><published>2009-08-18T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:29:25.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things will never be the same.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SoqsA0IEtdI/AAAAAAAAAak/OMZ3NzkqKgE/s1600-h/depressed_by_bohemian_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SoqsA0IEtdI/AAAAAAAAAak/OMZ3NzkqKgE/s200/depressed_by_bohemian_me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371294635585222098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I don't think things will ever be the same around here.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm being paranoid but i don' know,&lt;br /&gt;this is how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;Not talking to you feels rather weird&lt;br /&gt;and i hate it, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-7180832973888638068?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7180832973888638068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=7180832973888638068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/7180832973888638068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/7180832973888638068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-will-never-be-same.html' title='things will never be the same.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SoqsA0IEtdI/AAAAAAAAAak/OMZ3NzkqKgE/s72-c/depressed_by_bohemian_me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-8924133603709211680</id><published>2009-08-12T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:59:51.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tan chor pang.</title><content type='html'>time is running out. 49 0r 48 days to promo 2. i got no time to lose. i wish to be promoted and not to be staying in year one again. i should stop procrastinating cos it bears no benefits except for bad bad results on my result slip. seeing such bad results for my promo 1 is already considered as a big blow to me and i don't wish to go through another. hearing the principal's words really made me think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-8924133603709211680?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8924133603709211680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=8924133603709211680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8924133603709211680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8924133603709211680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/tan-chor-pang.html' title='tan chor pang.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-2902150283570775819</id><published>2009-08-09T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T11:11:30.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sn4-DZox-8I/AAAAAAAAAaU/iCai4y2eNqg/s1600-h/Lovers_couple___by_AdrianRogers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sn4-DZox-8I/AAAAAAAAAaU/iCai4y2eNqg/s200/Lovers_couple___by_AdrianRogers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367796034014673858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a day with you is all i need...&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/22378672-2902150283570775819?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2902150283570775819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=2902150283570775819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/2902150283570775819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/2902150283570775819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sn4-DZox-8I/AAAAAAAAAaU/iCai4y2eNqg/s72-c/Lovers_couple___by_AdrianRogers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-5415546648489612538</id><published>2009-08-05T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:12:22.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dnycks.'/><title type='text'>phew..</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/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SnmtUh718MI/AAAAAAAAAaM/lgR5hTPlZo0/s1600-h/6209_126739526638_559216638_3040885_6314830_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SnmtUh718MI/AAAAAAAAAaM/lgR5hTPlZo0/s200/6209_126739526638_559216638_3040885_6314830_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366510999207014594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SLEEP NEEDED ! really really tired now.wonder why i'm feeling so tired now? when i didn't do much during training just now.* wonders *got so many tutorials/assignments to do.but i barely touch on themand this is not good.anyway, friday= be yourself day.too sleepy to really think about what to say here.hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it was nice to be able to talk things out with you.finally, like finally.. i've said whatever i wanted to.so yeah, a load off my chest. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ok, toodles people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-5415546648489612538?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5415546648489612538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=5415546648489612538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5415546648489612538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5415546648489612538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/phew.html' title='phew..'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SnmtUh718MI/AAAAAAAAAaM/lgR5hTPlZo0/s72-c/6209_126739526638_559216638_3040885_6314830_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-1929312139538550593</id><published>2009-08-01T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T15:35:40.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i screwed up, totally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SnPt_gAfNuI/AAAAAAAAAaE/mP2UyDVfKxs/s1600-h/die_zeit_steht_still__by_musicandphotography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SnPt_gAfNuI/AAAAAAAAAaE/mP2UyDVfKxs/s200/die_zeit_steht_still__by_musicandphotography.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364893256307914466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why am i in one when i know that i'm a total noob at it?&lt;br /&gt;why why why?&lt;br /&gt;why must i say things that will hurt the other party's feelings?&lt;br /&gt;why why why?&lt;br /&gt;why am i not being sensitive towards the other party's feelings?&lt;br /&gt;why why why?&lt;br /&gt;why am i unable to show my true feelings to the other party?&lt;br /&gt;why why why?&lt;br /&gt;why am i having this so called barrier between us?&lt;br /&gt;why why why?&lt;br /&gt;why am i feeling this way now?&lt;br /&gt;why why why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the hell did i even ask you that stupid question when it should not be on mind cos of  the fact that i really love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you don't believe whatever i've said to you.&lt;br /&gt;but who am i now to ask you or force you to believe the fact that i really love you.&lt;br /&gt;i screwed up, like totally screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-1929312139538550593?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1929312139538550593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=1929312139538550593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1929312139538550593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1929312139538550593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-screwed-up-totally.html' title='i screwed up, totally.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SnPt_gAfNuI/AAAAAAAAAaE/mP2UyDVfKxs/s72-c/die_zeit_steht_still__by_musicandphotography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-5186255379791242028</id><published>2009-07-30T19:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:08:09.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lost. worlds apart. i love you. comfortable. sad. suicide. fake smile. disappointed. angry. assignments. friends. lady gaga. sleep. i miss you. dead. doom's day. chemistry. suck.&lt;br /&gt;sister. birthday. silat. time. parents. green tea. maybe. sports. run. hide. getaway. peace.&lt;br /&gt;sick. love. wonder. math. tears. late nights. moon. battlefield. sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i should i not?&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking.&lt;br /&gt;its not you but its me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-5186255379791242028?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5186255379791242028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=5186255379791242028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5186255379791242028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5186255379791242028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-5551167289808854307</id><published>2009-07-29T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:17:02.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am sorry.'/><title type='text'>the thing i need most.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that i want but i can't seem get ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need time.&lt;br /&gt;sooo many activities yet sooo little time.&lt;br /&gt;i guess my mum is right when she said that i'm a total noob in time management.&lt;br /&gt;i agree with you about this mama, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to see my result slip just now.&lt;br /&gt;and what more can i say?&lt;br /&gt;totally am disappointed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;never never have i got such results.&lt;br /&gt;and now i promise to myself,&lt;br /&gt;that i will study hard and start early for promo 2.&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully be promoted to year two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ziemaissofuckingweaknow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-5551167289808854307?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5551167289808854307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=5551167289808854307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5551167289808854307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5551167289808854307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/thing-i-need-most.html' title='the thing i need most.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-7204788132121261168</id><published>2009-07-26T14:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:44:34.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone once call me Miss Wondergirl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Smv3oWOEqhI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/k8LlMw-LsMI/s1600-h/6060_112999558120_774953120_2042204_2142886_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Smv3oWOEqhI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/k8LlMw-LsMI/s200/6060_112999558120_774953120_2042204_2142886_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362652053846141458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, this bad habit of mine just don't want to separate from me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. wonder bout how the hell am i going to score 50% or more for all my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;2. wonder if i can be promoted to year two.&lt;br /&gt;3. wonder if i can join tsc next year&lt;br /&gt;4. wonder how he looks like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder wonder wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why he call me Miss Wondergirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-7204788132121261168?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7204788132121261168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=7204788132121261168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/7204788132121261168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/7204788132121261168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/someone-once-called-me-miss-wondergirl.html' title='Someone once call me Miss Wondergirl.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Smv3oWOEqhI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/k8LlMw-LsMI/s72-c/6060_112999558120_774953120_2042204_2142886_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-7943243273663840291</id><published>2009-07-23T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:05:56.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Smh7BJnmQTI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/FqExSVObjp8/s1600-h/3a2e9a0f3c9e147769825dcf3e50f666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Smh7BJnmQTI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/FqExSVObjp8/s200/3a2e9a0f3c9e147769825dcf3e50f666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361670616076665138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;T2 = Tiring Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Every school day is tiring for me but its even more tiring for me on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;why? cos of the bloody lab session.&lt;br /&gt;So today, when everyone was released at 1.3o cos of A Level Listening Comprehension,&lt;br /&gt;09S5 was still stuck in school, inside the lab, doing the practical.&lt;br /&gt;sucks eh?&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why she can't just use the first session of chemistry to do the practical, why must wait till after school?&lt;br /&gt;I really am starting to hate thursdays more and more, but i can't skip school on thursday anymore cos I don't wish to get such bad bad results for Promo 2.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, pulling up my socks high high. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-7943243273663840291?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7943243273663840291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=7943243273663840291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/7943243273663840291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/7943243273663840291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigh_23.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Smh7BJnmQTI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/FqExSVObjp8/s72-c/3a2e9a0f3c9e147769825dcf3e50f666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-3608762147248687721</id><published>2009-07-20T17:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T17:55:37.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lady gaga</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/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SmQ9wiCsgoI/AAAAAAAAAZs/rwPSww2AXAY/s1600-h/LadyGaga-PokerFace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SmQ9wiCsgoI/AAAAAAAAAZs/rwPSww2AXAY/s200/LadyGaga-PokerFace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360477360458859138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 August 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANNA GO TO HER CONCERT !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got no one to go with&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody wanna go with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-3608762147248687721?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3608762147248687721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=3608762147248687721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3608762147248687721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3608762147248687721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/lady-gaga.html' title='lady gaga'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SmQ9wiCsgoI/AAAAAAAAAZs/rwPSww2AXAY/s72-c/LadyGaga-PokerFace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-656314986059093581</id><published>2009-07-18T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:16:55.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents Teacher Meet&lt;br /&gt;31 july 2009&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;Doom's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is going to happen to me after that day.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, hxc mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-656314986059093581?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/656314986059093581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=656314986059093581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/656314986059093581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/656314986059093581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/motivation.html' title='motivation'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-630087541884657537</id><published>2009-07-17T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:53:59.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knnccb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SmCeW_OGCbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/WOzQuSyG0uM/s1600-h/Angry_by_Tarelkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SmCeW_OGCbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/WOzQuSyG0uM/s200/Angry_by_Tarelkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359457674335750578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fucking pisseddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd!!!&lt;br /&gt;fuck you all.&lt;br /&gt;and now all my pictures and documents are gone.&lt;br /&gt;knnccb lahh.&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/22378672-630087541884657537?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/630087541884657537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=630087541884657537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/630087541884657537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/630087541884657537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/knnccb.html' title='knnccb.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SmCeW_OGCbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/WOzQuSyG0uM/s72-c/Angry_by_Tarelkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-27007436169559464</id><published>2009-07-15T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:20:10.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sl3i2Dn5vJI/AAAAAAAAAZU/jziruMgDv04/s1600-h/sorrow_by_kataklysm999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sl3i2Dn5vJI/AAAAAAAAAZU/jziruMgDv04/s200/sorrow_by_kataklysm999.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358688549954239634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;                                It is better to start a new after a slip and not a fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my promo's results back and the results are really bad.its not that i expected such results but you can say so :( it is not that i didn't study for it but maybe it wasn't enough. sigh. the moment i got my results, the first person that came on my mind was my mum. i bet she's really disappointed with me. with such results, who wouldn't? even i am disappointed with myself. argh, i can't live with such marks. and now i'm thinking, if i should withdraw or not? god, i have to really think through about this :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-27007436169559464?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/27007436169559464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=27007436169559464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/27007436169559464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/27007436169559464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorrow.html' title='sorrow.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sl3i2Dn5vJI/AAAAAAAAAZU/jziruMgDv04/s72-c/sorrow_by_kataklysm999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-1623798906892385586</id><published>2009-07-13T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:52:55.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danial,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you more than you think i do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILY &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-1623798906892385586?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1623798906892385586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=1623798906892385586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1623798906892385586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1623798906892385586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmm_13.html' title='hmm.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-6972790281868761296</id><published>2009-07-10T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:47:55.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</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/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sldfv5C46JI/AAAAAAAAAZM/fuE87OxO1sI/s1600-h/Money_money_money_by_duchesse_2_Guermante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sldfv5C46JI/AAAAAAAAAZM/fuE87OxO1sI/s200/Money_money_money_by_duchesse_2_Guermante.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356855558151923858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama, i need money .&lt;br /&gt;cos my babi bank is totally out of it.&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;okie dokie, so what did i do today? met up with susuriani today. yes, the last time i met was er.. last week? i think uh. so yeah, met her. well, initially the plan was to study but standard uh once we meet, we start talking/updating/laughing as if we have never met each other for one year already when actually we just met a week ago. ina couldn't join cos she had to go sengkang ( i think ), sian. but its okay, maybe next time lah hor. so yes, window-shopped today. and cb, there are a number of stuff that i want/wish to get. so many stuff but so little money. sian. so yeah, after a few hours of going round looking at stuff, decided to go home. bid goodbye, board the bus and home sweet home. so that is about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;k, i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-6972790281868761296?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6972790281868761296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=6972790281868761296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/6972790281868761296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/6972790281868761296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sldfv5C46JI/AAAAAAAAAZM/fuE87OxO1sI/s72-c/Money_money_money_by_duchesse_2_Guermante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-212967216405001430</id><published>2009-07-10T00:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:53:32.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 year old boy.</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/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SlYfpsgXZeI/AAAAAAAAAZE/0Hu9eZWpaIk/s1600-h/CIMG0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SlYfpsgXZeI/AAAAAAAAAZE/0Hu9eZWpaIk/s200/CIMG0263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356503607985792482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( i wonder where he is looking...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing to blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Little Brother, you irritating brat. ( k, joking )&lt;br /&gt;sister love you as much she loves someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben 10 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for Sunday. haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-212967216405001430?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/212967216405001430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=212967216405001430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/212967216405001430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/212967216405001430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-year-old-boy.html' title='4 year old boy.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SlYfpsgXZeI/AAAAAAAAAZE/0Hu9eZWpaIk/s72-c/CIMG0263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-3286246904100075552</id><published>2009-07-08T20:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:33:08.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cameroid rock my seluardalam. :)'/><title type='text'>yada yada yada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SlSO8abJ3AI/AAAAAAAAAY8/tQnR5cweJeA/s1600-h/6060_112638363120_774953120_2036238_2207544_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SlSO8abJ3AI/AAAAAAAAAY8/tQnR5cweJeA/s200/6060_112638363120_774953120_2036238_2207544_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356063025386871810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;back from aunt's house, overnight at aunt's place cos i was so damn lazy to travel an hour back home alone from TAMPINES. yes, tampines. i had fun there, really. its been some time since we cousins had that kind of laughing session, even mama nani joined in the fun. cameroid was not making any problems so we played around with it, tried all kinds of effects, scenes and frames.&lt;br /&gt;after which was youtube-ing, i swear i couldn't stop laughing seeing all the dumb videos, fcking funny. yeah, thats bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to someone,&lt;br /&gt;it was nice meeting you on both tuesday and wednesday. please bring your laptop everytime you meet me, can? cos i wanna see the movies you have. hees. and and and, it feels good to tell you whatever i've been longing to tell you all this while.&lt;br /&gt;uoy evol yllear yllear i, lainaD. ( go figure :] )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-3286246904100075552?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3286246904100075552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=3286246904100075552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3286246904100075552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3286246904100075552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/yada-yada-yada.html' title='yada yada yada.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SlSO8abJ3AI/AAAAAAAAAY8/tQnR5cweJeA/s72-c/6060_112638363120_774953120_2036238_2207544_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-5718789166076577656</id><published>2009-07-07T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:36:45.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here you go sister, my wedding plan. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;-- 16 going on 17, so 17 lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;-- nopenope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. At what age do you think you'll get married?&lt;br /&gt;-- btwn 26-29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you'll be marrying the person you are with now?&lt;br /&gt;-- haha, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. if not, who do you want to marry?&lt;br /&gt;-- er.. idk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who will be your bridesmaid &amp;amp; best man?&lt;br /&gt;-- anybody who wants the job? but i prefer my dearest sister to be the bridesmaid and brother to be my bestman lah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you want a garden/beach or traditional wedding?&lt;br /&gt;-- BEACHbeachBEACH, i've always wanted a beach wedding. ( even if mama wants a traditional wedding! chey mcm betul je ~ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Where do you plan to go on honeymoon?&lt;br /&gt;-- maldives! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How many guests do you think you'll invite?&lt;br /&gt;-- idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Will that include your exes?&lt;br /&gt;-- and why shouldn't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How many layers of cake do you want?&lt;br /&gt;-- lucky number 13 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When do you want to get married, morning or evening?&lt;br /&gt;-- Evening : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Name the song/tune you'd like to play at your wedding.&lt;br /&gt;-- song ehk? anything upbeat will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you prefer fine dining or just normal spoon, fork and knife?&lt;br /&gt;-- Anything is fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Champagne or red wine?&lt;br /&gt;-- fruit punch is nicer :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Honeymoon right after the wedding or days after the wedding?&lt;br /&gt;-- Day after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Money or household items?&lt;br /&gt;-- money? household items? both? idk, the dude decides. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How many kids would you like to have?&lt;br /&gt;-- 1 boy 1 girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Will you record your honeymoon in DVD/CD?&lt;br /&gt;-- yesYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Whose wedding plan would you like to know next?&lt;br /&gt;-- Anybody who reads my blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-5718789166076577656?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5718789166076577656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=5718789166076577656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5718789166076577656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5718789166076577656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-you-go-sister-my-wedding-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-1529781659742932058</id><published>2009-07-06T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:31:37.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SlIIjj9JmfI/AAAAAAAAAY0/1JiYXq3VaIA/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SlIIjj9JmfI/AAAAAAAAAY0/1JiYXq3VaIA/s200/cats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355352313937107442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so, met kak emy today with lil sis. the plan was to head to the library/starbucks to study but the moment she took out her laptop, we stopped doing whatever we were doing and started to play with her webcam. those on top are some of the pictures which were taken in the library. lil sis didn't join cos of er... i don't know what reason. ( kental lah she, haha). so yeah, had fun playing with the webcam. then then then, went back and head to east coast next to book a chalet for this sunday, for lil bro's birthday partay. dinner-ed at ktm after that and home was next.&lt;br /&gt;done here, have to do some revision now. ciao people.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-1529781659742932058?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1529781659742932058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=1529781659742932058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1529781659742932058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1529781659742932058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/lol.html' title='LOL.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SlIIjj9JmfI/AAAAAAAAAY0/1JiYXq3VaIA/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-2352036546902021115</id><published>2009-07-05T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:14:19.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun-ness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;went to bugis, marina square and vivo city with bf on saturday, to find matt's birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;finding presents for guys is not an easy job, seriously. ( i mean that is what i think uh. ) but i did managed to find something for him. ask him if you want to know what it is cos i'm not telling.&lt;br /&gt;went to page one with the intention of finding the book which i have been looking for since er.. last week? yes, last week but couldn't find it. damn it. then then then went to candy empire next to get some candies. ( triple push pop? ) me and bf went our separate ways after that cos we both have our own bbq party to attend so yeah. after so long of not meeting, i finally got to meet my dearest bestfriend. god, i miss him. and guess what? he didn't even notice i was there untill i shouted kental to him. pfft. what kind of bestfriend are you dude? but its okay. so yes, slacked around, talk talk with ex-classmates, bbq-ed then bid goodbye to them. and that was how i spent my saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;met my other family members at t1 to eat then headed to marina barrage next. the kids played at the water pool ( idk what they call it uh), the moms and the dads sit around and eat while the teenagers went to the flea market. yes, they got a flea market there at marina barrage. well, actually the moms joined in the fun, looking around at the stuffs they got there. i swear i can tell that my mum was scared when she sees me walking up to her cos i think she knows what i'm gonna ask from her. ( $$$$) so yes, bought myself a bag and a bangle there. fcuking cheap. i wanted to buy havaianas slippers but nahh.. shall buy them at the shop itself. dinner-ed at aunt's place. so yeah, and that was how i spent my sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two days of fun-ness, but i want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k,bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-2352036546902021115?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2352036546902021115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=2352036546902021115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/2352036546902021115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/2352036546902021115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-ness.html' title='fun-ness.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-1630054100859076894</id><published>2009-07-03T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:19:06.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sk2iVP9wkXI/AAAAAAAAAYk/n6IfoQ0rJXE/s1600-h/SoRRy_by_no_place_for_us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sk2iVP9wkXI/AAAAAAAAAYk/n6IfoQ0rJXE/s200/SoRRy_by_no_place_for_us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354114017959907698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;, I just suck at such things.&lt;br /&gt;but trust me,&lt;br /&gt;you are always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-1630054100859076894?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1630054100859076894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=1630054100859076894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1630054100859076894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1630054100859076894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmm.html' title='hmm.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sk2iVP9wkXI/AAAAAAAAAYk/n6IfoQ0rJXE/s72-c/SoRRy_by_no_place_for_us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-4635731236155247240</id><published>2009-07-03T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:19:47.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SkzcLi5SwVI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7AGRIpRNlJM/s1600-h/beach_by_kumiwi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SkzcLi5SwVI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7AGRIpRNlJM/s200/beach_by_kumiwi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353896147940458834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to go to the beach,&lt;br /&gt;maybe just sit there and enjoy the sea breeze?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i want to go to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;but not sure when can i go&lt;br /&gt;cos i still got one more paper to go.&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel good&lt;br /&gt;and please don't ask me why cos&lt;br /&gt;i don't fucking know why i'm feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt; :-S&lt;br /&gt;no school for me later&lt;br /&gt;but i got gym session with the other pesilats,&lt;br /&gt;strength training programme.&lt;br /&gt;should i go or should i not go?&lt;br /&gt;babi no.2 not going, not fun.&lt;br /&gt;but babi no.1 maybe going.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lazy now.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;to you, thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-4635731236155247240?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4635731236155247240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=4635731236155247240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/4635731236155247240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/4635731236155247240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sorry.html' title='i&apos;m sorry.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SkzcLi5SwVI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7AGRIpRNlJM/s72-c/beach_by_kumiwi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-831550282616174016</id><published>2009-07-01T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:42:34.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SkuCy1_3clI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ifIXsiFz1JA/s1600-h/Stress____by_siLLverKKnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SkuCy1_3clI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ifIXsiFz1JA/s200/Stress____by_siLLverKKnight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353516392059990610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;screwed up my math paper just now.&lt;br /&gt;super freaking hard,&lt;br /&gt;the first question was already hard.&lt;br /&gt;time was another thing,&lt;br /&gt;we were only given 1 hr 3o mins.&lt;br /&gt;how can we finish everything within that amount of time?&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow is chemistry paper.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if i can do it, but will try.&lt;br /&gt;better start flipping through my notes again.&lt;br /&gt;k, bye.&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/22378672-831550282616174016?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/831550282616174016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=831550282616174016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/831550282616174016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/831550282616174016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-dead.html' title='i&apos;m so dead.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SkuCy1_3clI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ifIXsiFz1JA/s72-c/Stress____by_siLLverKKnight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-5795001858522163346</id><published>2009-06-30T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:27:34.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zomg.</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/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Skofbir-8iI/AAAAAAAAAYE/5gBVyTezl_A/s1600-h/I_Hate_Math_by_a2encon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Skofbir-8iI/AAAAAAAAAYE/5gBVyTezl_A/s200/I_Hate_Math_by_a2encon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353125665111470626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really hate math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i'm starting to.  :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  so yes yes, i'm having my math paper tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am so not ready for the paper.&lt;br /&gt;even my tuition teacher says, " don't be surprise if you don't score well for this paper ."&lt;br /&gt;like whatthefuck, thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;so not helping uh but what to do,right?&lt;br /&gt;its the truth.&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;i think better stop whining and start to practice.&lt;br /&gt;memorise all the formulas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-5795001858522163346?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5795001858522163346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=5795001858522163346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5795001858522163346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5795001858522163346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/zomg.html' title='zomg.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Skofbir-8iI/AAAAAAAAAYE/5gBVyTezl_A/s72-c/I_Hate_Math_by_a2encon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-1215469069079362632</id><published>2009-06-29T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:22:10.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay, i guess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SkjMYHjFsJI/AAAAAAAAAX8/PTJFs8-P91U/s1600-h/As_F_we__re_studying_by_Nooda3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SkjMYHjFsJI/AAAAAAAAAX8/PTJFs8-P91U/s200/As_F_we__re_studying_by_Nooda3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352752871844982930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had M.O.B paper just now.&lt;br /&gt;it was er.. okay, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;no use talking about it anyway cos&lt;br /&gt;its fcuking over. :))&lt;br /&gt;so yes, one paper down and more to go.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is mak kau punya lidah paper.&lt;br /&gt;MT Paper tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;got bad and good thing.&lt;br /&gt;good thing : report to school at 1 so can wake up late.&lt;br /&gt;bad thing : i got no dictionary, so sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-1215469069079362632?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1215469069079362632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=1215469069079362632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1215469069079362632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1215469069079362632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-i-guess.html' title='okay, i guess.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SkjMYHjFsJI/AAAAAAAAAX8/PTJFs8-P91U/s72-c/As_F_we__re_studying_by_Nooda3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-8738174583264381253</id><published>2009-06-24T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:57:03.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who's on the list.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SkIwOQhLeEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/6BYz1S1tnFU/s1600-h/f_r_i_e_n_d_s_by_Zaratops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SkIwOQhLeEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/6BYz1S1tnFU/s200/f_r_i_e_n_d_s_by_Zaratops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350892328780003394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got nothing to blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Silat and my Silat mates, of course.&lt;br /&gt;and and and&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriends also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&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/22378672-8738174583264381253?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8738174583264381253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=8738174583264381253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8738174583264381253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8738174583264381253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/whos-on-list.html' title='who&apos;s on the list.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SkIwOQhLeEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/6BYz1S1tnFU/s72-c/f_r_i_e_n_d_s_by_Zaratops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-7810894510648724540</id><published>2009-06-23T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:28:19.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SkDzIeLiVXI/AAAAAAAAAXs/wLcPetzSP-E/s1600-h/siostra2_by_marysiaxkurde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SkDzIeLiVXI/AAAAAAAAAXs/wLcPetzSP-E/s200/siostra2_by_marysiaxkurde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350543684182103410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fcuk you flu, go away.&lt;br /&gt;no more durians for me this week.&lt;br /&gt;due to the bloody flu.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'm worthy of you,&lt;br /&gt;and i don't why i'm feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;it's not you but it's me.&lt;br /&gt;You deserve a better one,&lt;br /&gt;someone less stubborn and mean, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/22378672-7810894510648724540?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7810894510648724540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=7810894510648724540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/7810894510648724540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/7810894510648724540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SkDzIeLiVXI/AAAAAAAAAXs/wLcPetzSP-E/s72-c/siostra2_by_marysiaxkurde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-1832135373048272885</id><published>2009-06-21T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:41:19.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy father's day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sj5TLXGEguI/AAAAAAAAAXk/HJhKnazqU6U/s1600-h/Its_Summer_time_by_Aj07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sj5TLXGEguI/AAAAAAAAAXk/HJhKnazqU6U/s200/Its_Summer_time_by_Aj07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349804862005871330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;went to the beach today with the Pani's bunch.&lt;br /&gt;to celebrate father's day? well.. actually the part about celebrating father's day was a last minute thing.&lt;br /&gt;but who cares anyway.. i had lotsa fun with my cousins and all.&lt;br /&gt;played a few games, very very the childish but fun.&lt;br /&gt;* adik tak adik, game tetap game. tetap nak menang  *&lt;br /&gt;as per usual, ate a lot today.&lt;br /&gt;well, i ate a lot the whole week actually. Like pig siahh.&lt;br /&gt;feel so fat now.&lt;br /&gt;right...&lt;br /&gt;my mind is blank, don't know what else to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;i'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more week to promo 1, fucking scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss him, really really miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-1832135373048272885?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1832135373048272885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=1832135373048272885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1832135373048272885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1832135373048272885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='happy father&apos;s day!'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sj5TLXGEguI/AAAAAAAAAXk/HJhKnazqU6U/s72-c/Its_Summer_time_by_Aj07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-8746631759194786251</id><published>2009-06-17T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:18:45.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sjj7LizKcqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/-apiIXePJLo/s1600-h/swimming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sjj7LizKcqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/-apiIXePJLo/s200/swimming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348300733240996514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sjj4pweJkXI/AAAAAAAAAXM/1c30VvPjEMg/s1600-h/swimming.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;basically,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;didn't do much today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;lazed around and went swimming with family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;and have yet to touch on my notes, really have to touch on them SOON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;hardcore mugging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;done.&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/22378672-8746631759194786251?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8746631759194786251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=8746631759194786251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8746631759194786251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8746631759194786251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmm_17.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sjj7LizKcqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/-apiIXePJLo/s72-c/swimming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-7465500221013111621</id><published>2009-06-16T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:03:06.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nur Azima, it's time to study.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SjexNAF-noI/AAAAAAAAAW8/KPL_aL5iG2A/s1600-h/Sleep_time_by_pepytta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SjexNAF-noI/AAAAAAAAAW8/KPL_aL5iG2A/s200/Sleep_time_by_pepytta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347937919447244418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm lazy to blog, so i'm gonna blog in point form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- HELLO&lt;br /&gt;- was supposed to wake up at 9 but ended up waking up at 11 plus plus.&lt;br /&gt;- yes, I is so lazy to wake up so just continued sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;- plan was to study today, but being me, i love to procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;- not my fault what, don't know where to start, too many things to start with.&lt;br /&gt;- so, wanted to meet him but momma didn't allow me to go out.&lt;br /&gt;- next week then can meet him ( ftw, next week? so long? cb. )&lt;br /&gt;- so okay, wanted to study but couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;- bad bad headaches.&lt;br /&gt;- ended up sleeping. ( again? )&lt;br /&gt;- activity for the day : SLEEPING.&lt;br /&gt;- and i've yet to touch on my notes.&lt;br /&gt;- shall start to tomorrow, not lying. will really start tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;- so yeah, i guess this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SjexNHSXOYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/L-01Ytl7gJM/s1600-h/For_what_it__s_worth_III_by_LikeaSummerDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SjexNHSXOYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/L-01Ytl7gJM/s200/For_what_it__s_worth_III_by_LikeaSummerDay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347937921378236802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- i miss [ insert activity ].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SjexM5tsE_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/y0OjmDLTvWE/s1600-h/2302727663_b8b1a27b38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SjexM5tsE_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/y0OjmDLTvWE/s200/2302727663_b8b1a27b38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347937917734753266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- i can't wait for the trip to this wonderful place.&lt;br /&gt;- time for me to relax my-anytime-can-explode-brain.&lt;br /&gt;- k, i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;- BYE BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i miss my girlfriends.&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/22378672-7465500221013111621?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7465500221013111621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=7465500221013111621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/7465500221013111621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/7465500221013111621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/nur-azima-its-time-to-study.html' title='Nur Azima, it&apos;s time to study.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SjexNAF-noI/AAAAAAAAAW8/KPL_aL5iG2A/s72-c/Sleep_time_by_pepytta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-3016831617733357414</id><published>2009-06-10T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:08:03.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHYSICS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Si-7MLpu1oI/AAAAAAAAAWs/zksjbvHHawc/s1600-h/It__s_Killing_Me_by_McFaiild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Si-7MLpu1oI/AAAAAAAAAWs/zksjbvHHawc/s200/It__s_Killing_Me_by_McFaiild.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345697100672718466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to drag myself to school today.&lt;br /&gt;despite the bad bad headache that i had when i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;so when your head goes boom boom boom,&lt;br /&gt;you eat panadol!&lt;br /&gt;so i did that, ate panadol before heading for school with an empty stomach.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i didn't have the mood to study/listen or whatever at all cos&lt;br /&gt;stomach was busy composing some new music pieces.&lt;br /&gt;yes, it was grumbling like nobody business.&lt;br /&gt;after hours of doing the revision worksheet and going through with daniel chong,&lt;br /&gt;it was finally time for LUNCH!&lt;br /&gt;woot woot, lunch.&lt;br /&gt;so where did we go? we went to eat at kfc. ( again? )&lt;br /&gt;eat eat eat till didn't even notice the time, 15 mins to one and we are still there.&lt;br /&gt;finish eating and headed to the bus stop, talk and talk till we almost missed our bus. ( syiok sangat bebual ? )&lt;br /&gt;then then then&lt;br /&gt;continued our conversation in the bus and guess what happened after that?&lt;br /&gt;we actually missed our stop and ended up alighting one more bus stop after our bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;( baik kepe, nk turun kat sekolah ended up turun dekat jungle. power! )&lt;br /&gt;so da namenya anak anak murid melayu, we wasted our time.&lt;br /&gt;went to shell before heading back to school, bought some stuff blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;back to school, told daniel chong what happend, they laughed ( i think?), collect money, continue with the revision and it was time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;met mr retarded after that ( this is for calling me a batu ) :D&lt;br /&gt;then then then home was next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the want to delete this blog exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-3016831617733357414?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3016831617733357414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=3016831617733357414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3016831617733357414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3016831617733357414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/physics.html' title='PHYSICS!!!'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Si-7MLpu1oI/AAAAAAAAAWs/zksjbvHHawc/s72-c/It__s_Killing_Me_by_McFaiild.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-9072189139113777955</id><published>2009-06-07T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:34:56.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m not your 24/7 girl.'/><title type='text'>??</title><content type='html'>I lost.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i lost.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK, i'm not satisfied. I could have just ignored coach for awhile and just continue kicking her&lt;br /&gt;but I DIDN'T. fuckfuckfuck. so angry with myself.&lt;br /&gt;sian.&lt;br /&gt;it's over anyway, no use crying over spilt milk.&lt;br /&gt;WTF, contradicting myself. CB.&lt;br /&gt;shall start to train harder and come back next year.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS to&lt;br /&gt;YT, SOFIYAN ( spelling check? ) and AZHARI for making through to the next round!&lt;br /&gt;and also good job done to the other competitors.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so cacat now, typing with only one hand.&lt;br /&gt;one of my hand is injured. siann.&lt;br /&gt;and and and thank you HAIQAL for encouraging/supporting me. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SivOxlNdWeI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BjuutH9l1rU/s1600-h/T_h_o_u_g_h_t_s_by_ZanaSoul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SivOxlNdWeI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BjuutH9l1rU/s200/T_h_o_u_g_h_t_s_by_ZanaSoul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344592734002698722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and to you,&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Is not that i didn't want to text you but i was feeling really tired.&lt;br /&gt;and my mind was all occupied with the match.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if i made you think that i didn't miss you or anything but&lt;br /&gt;then again yeah, i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;That's all i can say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-9072189139113777955?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9072189139113777955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=9072189139113777955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/9072189139113777955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/9072189139113777955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='??'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SivOxlNdWeI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BjuutH9l1rU/s72-c/T_h_o_u_g_h_t_s_by_ZanaSoul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-3317012468144126748</id><published>2009-06-05T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:39:48.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SiiAu2FXCvI/AAAAAAAAAWE/_-KZXqfbjxc/s1600-h/Look_at_the_sky_by_peps4o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SiiAu2FXCvI/AAAAAAAAAWE/_-KZXqfbjxc/s200/Look_at_the_sky_by_peps4o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343662500155427570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's fucking 10.21 and i am already awake?&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;didn't go for school training and met bf instead.&lt;br /&gt;HAH, yeah. soorry girls for not telling that i'm not coming.&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;went for night training.&lt;br /&gt;night training = laughing session with jackjack.&lt;br /&gt;topic : TUDUNG&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday's training was more of a mind than a physical one.&lt;br /&gt;did a lil bit of kickings,punching and running here and there and stretching also.&lt;br /&gt;LZ helped me alot with my stretching. :))&lt;br /&gt;then then then.&lt;br /&gt;10 plus, training ended&lt;br /&gt;and home was next.&lt;br /&gt;had supper before i could actually go to bed cos i'm fucking underweight.&lt;br /&gt;so yeahh. thats bout it.&lt;br /&gt;opening ceremony is today so yeah, i think i will get the chance to see my opponent.&lt;br /&gt;more updates bout it later, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SiiFXwFWx6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/Z08aeJFxN9k/s1600-h/Intense__by_Diyvaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SiiFXwFWx6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/Z08aeJFxN9k/s200/Intense__by_Diyvaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343667600965945250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know why tears started to roll down my cheeks upon seeing you.&lt;br /&gt;But what i know is, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, DONE AND BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-3317012468144126748?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3317012468144126748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=3317012468144126748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3317012468144126748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3317012468144126748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmm.html' title='hmm.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SiiAu2FXCvI/AAAAAAAAAWE/_-KZXqfbjxc/s72-c/Look_at_the_sky_by_peps4o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-4379206843309736816</id><published>2009-06-03T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:09:23.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>butt pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SiaQOkmZMvI/AAAAAAAAAV8/mn9WsLOz1d0/s1600-h/broken___self_by_bestegcn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SiaQOkmZMvI/AAAAAAAAAV8/mn9WsLOz1d0/s200/broken___self_by_bestegcn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343116587938951922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so. initially the plan was not to turn up for the chemistry mock exam&lt;br /&gt;but someway or somehow rather the plan changed.&lt;br /&gt;dragged myself to school with my eyes that could barely open.&lt;br /&gt;i thought that i was gonna be late but nope, i wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, chemistry mock exam? how was it? total screw up.&lt;br /&gt;didn't even prepare for it. so gonna get a one digit mark maybe?&lt;br /&gt;SIGH, its over anyway. no point talking bout it.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, after the mock exam. lunched with shaz at jp.&lt;br /&gt;then head back to school again for silat.&lt;br /&gt;fcuk you for telling me off. i was not late lah, excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;knncb, still don't believe me when i said that i had an extra class before coming for silat.&lt;br /&gt;CB, no life mafucker.&lt;br /&gt;after silat, went to westmall with jackjack with the intention of finding [ insert name of thing ]&lt;br /&gt;but couldn't find it so home was next.&lt;br /&gt;then then then.&lt;br /&gt;accompanied mum blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;and here i am blogging bout my boring life.&lt;br /&gt;nah, not really boring lah.. cos got silat mates who never fail to make me laugh. so yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;k, i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;K, BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-4379206843309736816?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4379206843309736816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=4379206843309736816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/4379206843309736816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/4379206843309736816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/butt-pain.html' title='butt pain.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SiaQOkmZMvI/AAAAAAAAAV8/mn9WsLOz1d0/s72-c/broken___self_by_bestegcn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-8582413357966551609</id><published>2009-06-02T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:36:54.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chemistry test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;my hand hurts cos of too much blocking, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;there's training tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;but don't feel like want to train.&lt;br /&gt;[ insert name ] can go suck balls. ( cos of the team jacket thingy )&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! i have to gain weight again.&lt;br /&gt;so that means more chocolate bread and bananas.&lt;br /&gt;zomg, the sight of them makes me wanna puke.&lt;br /&gt;I is so stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-8582413357966551609?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8582413357966551609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=8582413357966551609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8582413357966551609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8582413357966551609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/chemistry-test-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-1982995128214564251</id><published>2009-06-02T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:22:24.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh!!!</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/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SiTgXcBGuwI/AAAAAAAAAVs/F6pfGhdBxyU/s1600-h/hi_by_lucascostabraz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SiTgXcBGuwI/AAAAAAAAAVs/F6pfGhdBxyU/s200/hi_by_lucascostabraz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342641751230692098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weater just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;So friggin hot weather=no mood to do anything&lt;br /&gt;except for one thing,&lt;br /&gt;which is to sleep in a room with the air-conditioner on at the lowest temperature.&lt;br /&gt;Got training later,&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;br /&gt;black pants and shirt, god.&lt;br /&gt;So gonna perspire like nobody business later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more updates later.&lt;br /&gt;chows.&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/22378672-1982995128214564251?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1982995128214564251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=1982995128214564251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1982995128214564251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1982995128214564251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/argh.html' title='argh!!!'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SiTgXcBGuwI/AAAAAAAAAVs/F6pfGhdBxyU/s72-c/hi_by_lucascostabraz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-568958247076855523</id><published>2009-06-01T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:39:42.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ily.'/><title type='text'>kental.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SiP2NxxRwfI/AAAAAAAAAVk/t7IoS_nzcLU/s1600-h/jmure_by_corollary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SiP2NxxRwfI/AAAAAAAAAVk/t7IoS_nzcLU/s200/jmure_by_corollary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342384299550294514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;OMG, I can't believe this. We are not meeting each other for 6 days, one more day to a week. Like wtf. Oh boy, i'm gonna miss you, i really will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Saturday-&lt;br /&gt;woke up early for the weigh-in and balloting for the upcoming ivp.&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i'm going straight to the quarter finals . HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;by luck that is.&lt;br /&gt;still, i shouldn't be so over the moon cos my first opponent will be most likely be someone from NUS. Like wtf. NUS LE, they are like seniors to us. Just imagine, a beginner and a senior sparring.&lt;br /&gt;damn, only god knows what will be the outcome. ( but i hope i can move on to the semi-finals then even if i lose that match, i'll still get a bronze medal. okay what for a beginner like me)&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, after the balloting and all. went to queensway with yt,ej and amin.&lt;br /&gt;to look for team jacket. found one but not sure if ms j agress with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday-&lt;br /&gt;didn't do much. had tuition early in the morning. was slack-ing at home the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;had plans to go to the gym with amin, ej and yt but last minute they said that they wanted to go to hougang so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday-&lt;br /&gt;woke up early despite the fact that i have no school today.&lt;br /&gt;met bf, accompanied him to his interview then headed to causeway for er lunch? dinner? idk.&lt;br /&gt;hahas. yeahh. afterwhich, lepak at somewhere near my house and we bid goodbye after that.&lt;br /&gt;god, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i got school tomorrow, sianz.&lt;br /&gt;MOB lgik.&lt;br /&gt;then night training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats all i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-568958247076855523?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/568958247076855523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=568958247076855523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/568958247076855523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/568958247076855523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/kental.html' title='kental.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SiP2NxxRwfI/AAAAAAAAAVk/t7IoS_nzcLU/s72-c/jmure_by_corollary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-9143718016197739726</id><published>2009-05-28T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:19:47.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sh6oYCxpSyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5GnVXzRgjQo/s1600-h/killing_you_softly_by_piiter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sh6oYCxpSyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5GnVXzRgjQo/s200/killing_you_softly_by_piiter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340891339123411746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;today?&lt;br /&gt;had the financial literacy workshop and also life connections workshop.&lt;br /&gt;financial literacy workshop was damn boring except for the part when we had to play the board game. hees. I'm an engineer but i lost to a janitor, like wtf. yes, she won and she got starbucks voucher for herself. ( must belanje me hor, k tk tawu malu. ) so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;life connections workshop? this is where the fun really started. yes, i swear i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;with beloved classmates who were damn bloody happening.&lt;br /&gt;and not to forget Candice the speaker. yes, she did a great job. enjoyed her workshop most.&lt;br /&gt;after school was the activist meeting. i ended up with the coaching and tutoring instead of young children. pfft. and why is that? cos there's too many people in the young children group. -.-&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, and next was silat of course. training was okay i guess for today, not really that tiring.&lt;br /&gt;that's bout it i guess for today.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sh6rL0p0t4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/y-4IdWekLME/s1600-h/6df4ae856550059bf2d2922b1835cd3f.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sh6rL0p0t4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/y-4IdWekLME/s200/6df4ae856550059bf2d2922b1835cd3f.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340894427708962690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes, i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, BYE. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-9143718016197739726?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9143718016197739726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=9143718016197739726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/9143718016197739726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/9143718016197739726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmm.html' title='hmm.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sh6oYCxpSyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5GnVXzRgjQo/s72-c/killing_you_softly_by_piiter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-3950385648138337702</id><published>2009-05-27T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:45:37.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imy.ily.'/><title type='text'>Abdul Aziz.</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/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sh1NHgW83oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/C6ziT7wMF7Y/s1600-h/ayh+and+amirin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sh1NHgW83oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/C6ziT7wMF7Y/s200/ayh+and+amirin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340509524471897730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sh1NWAScORI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g6KJaLjFkho/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sh1NWAScORI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g6KJaLjFkho/s200/New+Image.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340509773561084178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Abdul Aziz have turned a year older today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTDAY AYAH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've got nothing much to say except for I love you, ayah.&lt;br /&gt;Hahs, yeah. but seriously i love my father. Who doesn't, right?&lt;br /&gt;I Really appreciate what he have done for me in life.&lt;br /&gt;and and and&lt;br /&gt;i feel really bad for not buying him anything except for a pathetic card.&lt;br /&gt;damn, shall buy you something soon okay ayah.&lt;br /&gt;something to complete the adidas set that you've got now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, had GP Paper just now.&lt;br /&gt;errr..i'm not sure if i can consider it easy or so-so or hard.&lt;br /&gt;idon'tknow.&lt;br /&gt;went to imm with the shaz and q after that, ate at banquet.&lt;br /&gt;then home was next.&lt;br /&gt;slept till bout idk what time then off to school again. for what? for silat.&lt;br /&gt;sumpah! like no life.&lt;br /&gt;like yt said just now, " how to have boyfriend if training is thrice a week? "&lt;br /&gt;hmm. time management skill needed.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, ivp is really around the corner. one more week.&lt;br /&gt;fcuk, one more week. so fcuking idk what i feel now or how to feel maybe.&lt;br /&gt;[ insert name ] is irritating cos she asked me to gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;when coach asked us to stay at a comfortable weight.&lt;br /&gt;and coach uh,  nice way of translating malay words to english.&lt;br /&gt;in coach dictionary, kuda-kuda= horse-horse.&lt;br /&gt;and coach got pms also, like wtf.&lt;br /&gt;and and talking bout pms, it seems that everybody seems to be in a foul mood today.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, idon'tknow why. PMS uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i think i'm done here.&lt;br /&gt;outx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-3950385648138337702?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3950385648138337702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=3950385648138337702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3950385648138337702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3950385648138337702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/abdul-aziz.html' title='Abdul Aziz.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sh1NHgW83oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/C6ziT7wMF7Y/s72-c/ayh+and+amirin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-3299542048383508741</id><published>2009-05-25T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:17:16.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what?'/><title type='text'>define friendship.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;FRIENDSHIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so define friendship for me, cos up till now i don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;think i know what's the meaning of true friendship. pathetic, yes i know.&lt;br /&gt;for now, my definition of friendship is this :&lt;br /&gt;someone who doesn't appreaciate his/her friends who is around him/her. someone who only comes looking for you when they need help in something and leaves you just like that. who comes back as and when they like it.&lt;br /&gt;very negative huh? yes, it is. This is not really how i define friendship but then again, such characteristics do exist in my definition of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;This are all based on experience, friends come and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear girl, i think you know who you are, I just want an answer from you and i want it now.&lt;br /&gt;I want an honest answer and never ever tell lies cos we only want the truth from you.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't think any of us wants this friendship to break apart but you are someway or somehow rather giving us signs that you wish for this to happen. I do want to let you know that by you doing such things, i think you what you did best to some of us, you did left an impact on us and hurt us. So my dear friend, my question to you is,&lt;br /&gt;Is the friendship important to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so yeah, by reading my post, i think any idiot would know that i'm feeling rather low.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am and i don't wish to hide it. There are few things which are going on in my mind right now. studies, friendship etc. promo exams is just around the corner, oh wait, gp is this wednesday. like wtf, better switch my bloody damn brain to exam mode. how da hell am i gonna do well in gp when i've never did pass any of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; gp essays that i've done so far in school. and and and, this saturday is gonna be the weigh-in day for the ivp. and i'm fcuking underweight. now how da hell am i suppposed to gain weight by friday and we're talking bout 2-3 kg.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm doomed, thats all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;god, please take away my life while i'm sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing else to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;both physically and mentally tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh matt, thank you for not coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/ShqaOT5qe7I/AAAAAAAAAU8/97i2h0l0Zzs/s1600-h/6230035b3a2ee6a11ac533e8d0c76422.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 65px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/ShqaOT5qe7I/AAAAAAAAAU8/97i2h0l0Zzs/s200/6230035b3a2ee6a11ac533e8d0c76422.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339749878852123570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AND AGAIN, WHAT IS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-3299542048383508741?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3299542048383508741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=3299542048383508741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3299542048383508741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3299542048383508741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/define-friendship.html' title='define friendship.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/ShqaOT5qe7I/AAAAAAAAAU8/97i2h0l0Zzs/s72-c/6230035b3a2ee6a11ac533e8d0c76422.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-5417543061919091019</id><published>2009-05-24T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:21:43.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fizah,fizah,fizah.</title><content type='html'>HELLO earthlings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, hmm.. woke up early. yes, it was a saturday and i woke up early, as early as 9.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;for? to meet bf. yerp, to study. yes, study and nothing else. ^^ so yeah, the plan was to study at NLB but due to the fact that we couldn't find a place to settle down, we changed our venue to the macdonalds near NLB. yes, macdonald. very kental, i know. but who cares, right? cos our intention was to study and we did. erm, at least i did. HAHA. so yeah, study study study then went off around 3 plus i think. yeah, took a bus to je ( its our 197, not 198 lahh. HAIYO. wrong information) and met girlfriends next. YERP, had dinner with them. it was like a so called reunion dinner for us, haha. yeah, its been some time since we girls last met and talk. so yeah. too bad one couldn't join us, maybe next time ah girl. :) took some pictures at where? at the busstop. HAHa, kental super kental i tell you. busstop punn jadi lahh. did that while waiting for the bus, planned to take 51 to je but because of fizah's kancong-ness, she hailed the wrong bus. it was 30 and not 51. board the bus and alighted at taman jurong ( i miss my house, sobs ) because there was one drunken guy who kept looking at us as if he's gonna do something to us siahh, ( ok, paranoid. ) then then then took another bus to j.west then another bus to home. damn, i actually have to take the bus for three times before i can actually reach my house. but its okay,  yesterday was still the best day for me, i mean for this year ( so far lahh. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my english is like getting from bad to worse.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i wrote " i love you" on someone's palm. ^^&lt;br /&gt;k, i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE earthlings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-5417543061919091019?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5417543061919091019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=5417543061919091019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5417543061919091019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5417543061919091019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/fizahfizahfizah.html' title='fizah,fizah,fizah.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-553616219701561210</id><published>2009-05-20T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:22:03.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the army.</title><content type='html'>i'm feeling damn bloody tired.&lt;br /&gt;i can barely open my bloody eyes.&lt;br /&gt;really tired but i got lots of homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;and best still, i got the spa thingy tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;fcuk you, chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;i hate chemistry, yes i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why i'm taking up this subject. * wonder *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss my pokemon master :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i'm thinking of signing up for the army.&lt;br /&gt;should i or should i not?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe join the police force.&lt;br /&gt;obviously not CD okay en jia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-553616219701561210?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/553616219701561210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=553616219701561210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/553616219701561210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/553616219701561210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/army.html' title='the army.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-4545854051582793850</id><published>2009-05-19T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:29:42.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad bad headache.'/><title type='text'>yada yada yada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/ShKyUgh7dGI/AAAAAAAAAU0/LTkNZ2QKS4c/s1600-h/100_2430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/ShKyUgh7dGI/AAAAAAAAAU0/LTkNZ2QKS4c/s200/100_2430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337524573786829922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;let's blog in point form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;- yesterday, went to the movies with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;- Angels and Demons, great show.&lt;br /&gt;- Surprisingly, i didn't sleep throughout the show but enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, I didn't sleep okay boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;- Hang out with boyfriend after that.&lt;br /&gt;- How i wish it could last longer but too bad i got a curfew.&lt;br /&gt;- damn you, curfew.&lt;br /&gt;- So today, skipped school.&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, i skipped school.&lt;br /&gt;- Head was super duper heavy in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;- Stayed at home the whole day. ( good girl )&lt;br /&gt;- Wanted to meet boyfriend but mum didn't allow me to go out since i'm on sick leave.&lt;br /&gt;- Like wtf, sorry boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;- Did some notes on physics and managed to flip through mob notes.&lt;br /&gt;- Got the intention of doing my gp essay but didn't do it. ( no motivation!!! )&lt;br /&gt;- ok, i think this is it.&lt;br /&gt;- BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-4545854051582793850?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4545854051582793850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=4545854051582793850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/4545854051582793850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/4545854051582793850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/yada-yada-yada.html' title='yada yada yada.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/ShKyUgh7dGI/AAAAAAAAAU0/LTkNZ2QKS4c/s72-c/100_2430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-8717962107598378262</id><published>2009-05-17T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:14:58.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kachangivore. :))</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/_rnpEcFPMpiE/ShApukflxWI/AAAAAAAAAUs/B_Pr3MqjIlw/s1600-h/n1084622521_432549_2433674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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I hate this, I seriously do. Having this thing just stops me from doing what I initially want to do. I know this sounds weird cos at the end of the day, there is no such thing as whatever is happening to me now. It is just me, me Nur Azima Bte Abd Aziz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe it is because of the doubts that I’ve been having since the start or maybe because I’ve been single for quite some time and suddenly I’m attached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, I don’t know. I want the whole thing to change cos I think I finally got someone who I’m comfortable with and who really loves me like no other. Yes, I found someone, someone by the name Muhammad Danial Bin Sumanan. Despite the fact that he’s retarded, fat and has sepet eyes, I still love him. Okay wait, I’m totally joking bout the retarded and fat part but not lying bout the sepet eyes. Boyfriend uh, I don’t mind having someone who has sepet eyes by my side cos I think I’ve seen too much of the big eyes people. For example, my mum and my aunt. haha! yerp, big eyes. so yeah, nothing else to say except for ILY, dann. &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so yesteday was MI Official Opening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kuku nathan siah the school, now then official opening. weird weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so yeah, was involved in the carnival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i had lotsa fun with my beloved classmates, except for one lah okayy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you know who you are bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fcukerlolo, trying to act ' jambu " aye. and not doing any job. fuck you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so yeah, managed to hit the target by selling only nuts, packet drinks and mineral water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;three cheers for 09S5. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;didn't expect the mineral water to be sold out also though, haha. seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;some even bought two boxes of it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;" rumah water supply kena potong uh " - that was what shaz said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haha, but seriously. was shocked when they actually bought two boxes of mineral water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so at 4 o'clock i think, started to pack up and clean up our area and also arranging back the tables and chairs/benches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;took picture with classmates and off i go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hang out with bf till bout nine i think and home was next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;" meet prataman and viknesh_97" you and your nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and that was it, that was how i spent my saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SHAZ, aku da update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;happy now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;k,BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-8717962107598378262?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8717962107598378262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=8717962107598378262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8717962107598378262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8717962107598378262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/kachangivore.html' title='kachangivore. :))'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/ShApukflxWI/AAAAAAAAAUs/B_Pr3MqjIlw/s72-c/n1084622521_432549_2433674.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-4125119381458472699</id><published>2009-05-14T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:30:34.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Lim Bock Seng.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sgwod9DNgdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/kA1X5KDo-YA/s1600-h/gameoverbymademoisellekwq7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sgwod9DNgdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/kA1X5KDo-YA/s200/gameoverbymademoisellekwq7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335684153596543442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;school was okay i guess except for the fact that my maths teacher, MR LIM BOCK SENG, is leaving us. OMG, seriously..i still can't believe that he's leaving us for good. an emotional day indeed, for me and my classmates. ( maths ). the best thing was that he sang a song for us titled Always be in my memory. well, you are gonna be our memory cos you're one freaking good and patient teacher. i think there will be no other teacher who can't stand us like you do. plus you got a cute way of venting your anger when you're mad with us. hees. oh ya! he's going to transfer to RV. I shall sneak into RV and meet him ehk one day. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so yeahh, was moodless after maths class onwards. yerp, me and shaz.&lt;br /&gt;after school was training for me. from 5.30 to i think 7.30? yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;i can swear to you that my body is aching bad, almost everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;tml? another round of training. no, two rounds of training for tml. inside and outside school.&lt;br /&gt;sianzz. -.-, but ivp is just round the corner so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think i'm done here.&lt;br /&gt;k, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-4125119381458472699?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4125119381458472699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=4125119381458472699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/4125119381458472699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/4125119381458472699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/mr-lim-bock-seng.html' title='Mr Lim Bock Seng.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sgwod9DNgdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/kA1X5KDo-YA/s72-c/gameoverbymademoisellekwq7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-4977725097995467432</id><published>2009-05-12T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:18:50.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date with mr teddy.'/><title type='text'>sleep needed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgmD6aBUC_I/AAAAAAAAAUU/bG0eKXTN4uk/s1600-h/4i1mgdz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgmD6aBUC_I/AAAAAAAAAUU/bG0eKXTN4uk/s200/4i1mgdz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334940273037544434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I want to SLEEP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've got Chemistry and MOB homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;help!!! I need some motivation people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-4977725097995467432?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4977725097995467432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=4977725097995467432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/4977725097995467432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/4977725097995467432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleep-needed.html' title='sleep needed.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgmD6aBUC_I/AAAAAAAAAUU/bG0eKXTN4uk/s72-c/4i1mgdz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-7280503158787609965</id><published>2009-05-11T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:39:08.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why i'm feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a failure.&lt;br /&gt;wait, I am one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-7280503158787609965?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7280503158787609965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=7280503158787609965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/7280503158787609965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/7280503158787609965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-why-im-feeling-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-8817070281787426741</id><published>2009-05-11T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:53:01.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TWLOHA band.'/><title type='text'>go away, can?</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/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgfGnmtvo3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/63lhvQtbq60/s1600-h/CIMG0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgfGnmtvo3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/63lhvQtbq60/s200/CIMG0755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334450667353252722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;missy dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;when your head goes boom boom boom,&lt;br /&gt;take panadol extra.&lt;br /&gt;argh! my head is spinning and panadol is not doing a good job in helping me ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;no school today but that doesn't mean that i can just sit around and relax cos there are tons of homework to be cleared. well, this happens when you don't make full use of the long weekend, as in make full of use it smartly.meet my new bestfriend, procrastination, i've been slacking the past two days and now here i am whining bout the homework that i have to do. haiyaa..TIME MANAGEMENT, failed.&lt;br /&gt;and and and folding the brown paper thingy for the MIOO carnival is so makan-ing alot of my precious time. plus i have to carry an extra load tml, 6 packets of the brown paper, to give out to my classmates. super heavy but no choice. having to do so reminds me of my primary/secondary years when you have to like bring newspapers to school for the newspaper collection thing. haha, serious.&lt;br /&gt;ok, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss Nur Emylia anak kepade Pakcik aku, Indra lahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and also Nur Syafiqah anak Jasmi-goreng. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and and and Noor Shahidah who's father is the fan of Ikan goreng, i missed your crap when you're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;not to forget, hafizah tinggi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;+ my nenek, aini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and also someone, i think he knows who is he. ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-8817070281787426741?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8817070281787426741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=8817070281787426741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8817070281787426741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8817070281787426741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/go-away-can.html' title='go away, can?'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgfGnmtvo3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/63lhvQtbq60/s72-c/CIMG0755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-1244264292629349920</id><published>2009-05-09T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:00:47.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web cam fun.'/><title type='text'>[insert title please]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad weather = bad mood&lt;br /&gt;bad mood = hungry all the time&lt;br /&gt;hungry all the time = find food all the time&lt;br /&gt;find food all the time = eating all the time&lt;br /&gt;eating all the time = gain weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yerp, i feel fat now.&lt;br /&gt;no joke, even my maid said that i'm fat now.&lt;br /&gt;omg omg, have to get rid of the extra fats mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what did i do today? basically nothing except for lazing around.&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be studying but no motivation to do so.&lt;br /&gt;so sianzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;taught lil bro how to use the web cam today and my god, he won't stop.&lt;br /&gt;kept asking me to take photos with him, irritating.&lt;br /&gt;no choice but to do it cos i'm totally aware that tears will start rolling down his cheeks if i were to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, being a " good " sister, i took photos with him.&lt;br /&gt;these are the pictures :&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWZXed6zFI/AAAAAAAAAUE/yH_kmGZJFJs/s1600-h/Image_00060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWZXed6zFI/AAAAAAAAAUE/yH_kmGZJFJs/s200/Image_00060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333837962284813394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWZXI3uUUI/AAAAAAAAATs/idLMti5cm1s/s1600-h/Image_00054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWZXI3uUUI/AAAAAAAAATs/idLMti5cm1s/s200/Image_00054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333837956487467330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWZXc3gdnI/AAAAAAAAAT8/T9DbG9xo8qU/s1600-h/Image_00059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWZXc3gdnI/AAAAAAAAAT8/T9DbG9xo8qU/s200/Image_00059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333837961855268466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWZXGKZ55I/AAAAAAAAAT0/osdIYoq1zWQ/s1600-h/Image_00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWZXGKZ55I/AAAAAAAAAT0/osdIYoq1zWQ/s200/Image_00055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333837955760514962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWY6HubvmI/AAAAAAAAATc/mCz2BBryv5Y/s1600-h/Image_00052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWY6HubvmI/AAAAAAAAATc/mCz2BBryv5Y/s200/Image_00052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333837457963859554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWYfT_GGPI/AAAAAAAAASc/r0XiJ7ahbt4/s1600-h/Image_00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWYfT_GGPI/AAAAAAAAASc/r0XiJ7ahbt4/s200/Image_00002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333836997398501618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWY52VhM6I/AAAAAAAAATU/uJ2wF1o5ee8/s1600-h/Image_00050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWY52VhM6I/AAAAAAAAATU/uJ2wF1o5ee8/s200/Image_00050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333837453295956898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWY6XE-aRI/AAAAAAAAATk/BJfR--A3QKw/s1600-h/Image_00053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWY6XE-aRI/AAAAAAAAATk/BJfR--A3QKw/s200/Image_00053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333837462084938002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWY5xGnefI/AAAAAAAAATM/g4dsjTvsbY8/s1600-h/Image_00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWY5xGnefI/AAAAAAAAATM/g4dsjTvsbY8/s200/Image_00049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333837451891276274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWY5kYABpI/AAAAAAAAATE/A7qHu8a-K9E/s1600-h/Image_00042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWY5kYABpI/AAAAAAAAATE/A7qHu8a-K9E/s200/Image_00042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333837448474527378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWYf2ncL_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/g3hW4Rz-yoc/s1600-h/Image_00040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWYf2ncL_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/g3hW4Rz-yoc/s200/Image_00040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333837006694526962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWYftXDiFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/nAl1FHK_NTg/s1600-h/Image_00024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWYftXDiFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/nAl1FHK_NTg/s200/Image_00024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333837004209883218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWYflLgTOI/AAAAAAAAASs/gdy6dBtJxqE/s1600-h/Image_00023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWYflLgTOI/AAAAAAAAASs/gdy6dBtJxqE/s200/Image_00023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333837002013953250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWYffqydSI/AAAAAAAAASk/523VNeJazSY/s1600-h/Image_00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWYffqydSI/AAAAAAAAASk/523VNeJazSY/s200/Image_00015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333837000534553890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWYfT_GGPI/AAAAAAAAASc/r0XiJ7ahbt4/s1600-h/Image_00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWYfT_GGPI/AAAAAAAAASc/r0XiJ7ahbt4/s200/Image_00002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333836997398501618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, there you go.&lt;br /&gt;thats all i have for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-1244264292629349920?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1244264292629349920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=1244264292629349920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1244264292629349920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1244264292629349920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/insert-title-please.html' title='[insert title please]'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgWZXed6zFI/AAAAAAAAAUE/yH_kmGZJFJs/s72-c/Image_00060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-3735502233008299511</id><published>2009-05-06T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:30:10.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemisty can go suck ballzz.'/><title type='text'>fcuk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgGZ-mq8VfI/AAAAAAAAASE/2_JEORS5a54/s1600-h/scene-hairstyles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgGZ-mq8VfI/AAAAAAAAASE/2_JEORS5a54/s200/scene-hairstyles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332712734594979314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously addicted to pictures like the one on top.&lt;br /&gt;got a folder full of such photos.&lt;br /&gt;scene kids are cool, i mean their hairstyles to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;ok, hasbi? ( as if you read my blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgGay619QdI/AAAAAAAAASM/751osTck28c/s1600-h/trendwhorebyanzya91dv5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgGay619QdI/AAAAAAAAASM/751osTck28c/s200/trendwhorebyanzya91dv5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332713633363083730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school:&lt;br /&gt;2.4 run = 13.4 minutes. i should have run faster lahh. damn it!&lt;br /&gt;it was stupid of me for not bringing my running shoes today, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;my converse school shoes are putting too much pressure on my freaking leg.&lt;br /&gt;i can feel the stretch mann, so painful.&lt;br /&gt;after pe, was maths. then ht period.&lt;br /&gt;omg, i think i'm starting to hate one classmate of mine.&lt;br /&gt;serious, she's getting on my nerves. keep up the " good " job uh girl.&lt;br /&gt;fcuk you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silat:&lt;br /&gt;as per usual, fun-ness but damn tiring.&lt;br /&gt;coach came today, i love it when the coach comes to train us.&lt;br /&gt;hahs. oh ya! i accidentally kicked jack's [ insert part].&lt;br /&gt;sorry uh jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling super duper tired.&lt;br /&gt;wishing that i could lie on my bed and have my date with mr teddy.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't do so cos&lt;br /&gt;i have to mug for tml's test.&lt;br /&gt;ATOMIC STRUCTURE.&lt;br /&gt;yes, chemistry test.&lt;br /&gt;scuks lahh.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgGekJUNSYI/AAAAAAAAASU/K3Xb8Ag9pXE/s1600-h/296747958_8c15e91e3f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgGekJUNSYI/AAAAAAAAASU/K3Xb8Ag9pXE/s200/296747958_8c15e91e3f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332717777596533122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok byeBYE&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;have to flip through the notes,&lt;br /&gt;and maybe memorise them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-3735502233008299511?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3735502233008299511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=3735502233008299511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3735502233008299511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3735502233008299511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/fcuk.html' title='fcuk.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgGZ-mq8VfI/AAAAAAAAASE/2_JEORS5a54/s72-c/scene-hairstyles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-6936271840668278729</id><published>2009-05-05T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:52:34.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zzz'/><title type='text'>SLEEPY ME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgBeJ25Vk2I/AAAAAAAAAR8/kpxcyrJgmv8/s1600-h/emoboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgBeJ25Vk2I/AAAAAAAAAR8/kpxcyrJgmv8/s200/emoboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332365482254504802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;so what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;do quiz in facebook,&lt;br /&gt;play game,&lt;br /&gt;chat,&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;what am i supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;should i sleep?&lt;br /&gt;cos i think i should.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;they are slowly closing&lt;br /&gt;but the moment i lie on my bed&lt;br /&gt;it starts to open again,&lt;br /&gt;big,&lt;br /&gt;like spotlights.&lt;br /&gt;ok,&lt;br /&gt;i was lying.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't do that all the time,&lt;br /&gt;only when needed.&lt;br /&gt;ok,&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm done here.&lt;br /&gt;nothing else to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;scene kids are cool.&lt;br /&gt;but skater boys are hawt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too sleepy to continue.&lt;br /&gt;peace.&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/22378672-6936271840668278729?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6936271840668278729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=6936271840668278729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/6936271840668278729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/6936271840668278729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleepy-me.html' title='SLEEPY ME.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SgBeJ25Vk2I/AAAAAAAAAR8/kpxcyrJgmv8/s72-c/emoboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-3002463890801786034</id><published>2009-05-04T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:11:02.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but ily.'/><title type='text'>meet the mad scientist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sf7mF-UsRSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/x8HoyseJUe0/s1600-h/Exhausted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sf7mF-UsRSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/x8HoyseJUe0/s200/Exhausted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331951999156765986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;today is monday and i'm already feeling so fucking shagged.&lt;br /&gt;kept yawning in class like nobody business.&lt;br /&gt;idk why i feel so friggin tired today&lt;br /&gt;ya know, despite the long holiday that i just had.&lt;br /&gt;haixx.&lt;br /&gt;had napha test today and i swear i'm so not gonna get a gold for it.&lt;br /&gt;cos my sit and reach and standing broad jump sucks.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, it sucks and i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;blaming the damn teacher, ask me go tie up my hair when i never ever tie up my hair before in my life. grr.&lt;br /&gt;well, i still have the other three stations and 2.4 run to work on so i have to really do well on those.&lt;br /&gt;met him today and feel so, idk the feeling cannot be described uh.&lt;br /&gt;i feel as though i'm wasting his time, ya know, by making him come all the way down to jurong just to meet me. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm sorry bf, i think i failed in being your girlfriend.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok, thats all i guess for today.&lt;br /&gt;super tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EN JIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;and again,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if i'm ready for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-3002463890801786034?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3002463890801786034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=3002463890801786034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3002463890801786034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3002463890801786034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/meet-mad-scientist.html' title='meet the mad scientist.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sf7mF-UsRSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/x8HoyseJUe0/s72-c/Exhausted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-4651863175947663578</id><published>2009-05-02T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:15:38.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zzz'/><title type='text'>feelings.</title><content type='html'>I'm pretending, yes I am. I maybe smilling or laughing my ass out on the outside but then again inside me, deep down I'm crying, scared and angry at myself. I'm scared of the challenges that I have to go through in life and not knowing if I'm able to make it to the end. This is making me cry cos I'm just too angry at myself because i'm just too useless in being a daughter,student,sister,friend,girlfriend,classmate. Yes, i feel so useless and there is no one to be blamed except for yours truly. Sometimes, I just don't know how to respond and it makes me feel so useless and dumb when it happens. I shall start getting back to reality and set my goals right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st mission : to pass promo one exam&lt;br /&gt;                      ( at least 2 h2 subs )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. what did i do today? practically nothing except for some cleaning and lazing around like one pig at home. My headache is getting worse, head is spinning like nobody business. Everytime i wanna do something, i end up lying on my bed cos of the bloody headache. fcuk. i hope it gets better tomorrow or best still later. buey tahan already. i wanna go out tomorrow but where can i go cos obviously i'm stuck at home cos momma is going to jb tmrw and i can't follow cos i haven't renew my passport photo. like wtf! i wanna get some new shoes larhx. sianzzz. ok, i think i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAZ! AKU DA UPDATE!!!! HAPPY TAK? you better say that you're happy cos you got no choice. oh yeah, chill uh babe.. i guess that is his way of celebrating. so chillax. don't angry angry okay kawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss muhammad danial bin sumanan.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i miss boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-4651863175947663578?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4651863175947663578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=4651863175947663578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/4651863175947663578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/4651863175947663578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/feelings.html' title='feelings.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-8307179890667275502</id><published>2009-04-30T14:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:02:34.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not feeling well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SflKGrYWVJI/AAAAAAAAARs/fknRll6OrFA/s1600-h/headache.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SflKGrYWVJI/AAAAAAAAARs/fknRll6OrFA/s200/headache.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330373112554214546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is spinning right round, right round.&lt;br /&gt;and i swear i cannot tahan already liao.&lt;br /&gt;again, i didn't attend school today.&lt;br /&gt;and its fcuking THURSDAY.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be in school since i've missed so many lab sessions already.&lt;br /&gt;damn, i bet ms jee must have thought that i skipped school today because of the lab session,&lt;br /&gt;but NO! total coincidence. head was so friggin heavy in the morning and stomach was making problems. ( back to the same ol problem, sensitive stomach )&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in school, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I've been given a chance to do A levels, so why not take it and use it, right?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so wake up!&lt;br /&gt;and start mugging.&lt;br /&gt;June is coming, in like erm..2 months, eh no.less than 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;don't know if i can do it. ( but i think i can't )&lt;br /&gt;mother mother, when is tuition gonna start? i desperately need tuition to help me.&lt;br /&gt;i've been failing in all the tests and i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to improve but i simply can't cos my classmates got SUPER BIG BRAINS and they can absorb stuff faster than me. this sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;and and and.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised something bout myself,&lt;br /&gt;my mind goes blank whenever i get my test paper,even before i do it. dumb right? i know.&lt;br /&gt;k, i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna get some rest or start mugging maybe,&lt;br /&gt;idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p.s, i have a retarded boyfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-8307179890667275502?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8307179890667275502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=8307179890667275502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8307179890667275502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8307179890667275502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-feeling-well.html' title='not feeling well.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SflKGrYWVJI/AAAAAAAAARs/fknRll6OrFA/s72-c/headache.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-5589024187905683533</id><published>2009-04-28T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:40:00.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love.'/><title type='text'>wondergirl, they call me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SfcSrbL2phI/AAAAAAAAARk/yzg70ez2-SQ/s1600-h/1_386871196l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SfcSrbL2phI/AAAAAAAAARk/yzg70ez2-SQ/s200/1_386871196l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329749221257422354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, really tired but I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;My mind just couldn't stop thinking/wondering bout some things which aren't really that important at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;Theses doubts I'm having, its killing me man and i'm not joking.&lt;br /&gt;when can i ever shake this feeling off me?&lt;br /&gt;i hope soon.&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't know. my mind is blank again.&lt;br /&gt;after a year and the feeling is extremely odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i screwed up my physics test on vectors. Like wtf!&lt;br /&gt;omgzzz, tomorrow is wednesday and that means there is silat training.&lt;br /&gt;sianzz, body breaking apart ready.&lt;br /&gt;but i love my silat mates.&lt;br /&gt;but i love someone more. :)&lt;br /&gt;and i love my girlfriends also.&lt;br /&gt;ok, super random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-5589024187905683533?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5589024187905683533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=5589024187905683533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5589024187905683533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5589024187905683533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/wondergirl-they-call-me.html' title='wondergirl, they call me.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SfcSrbL2phI/AAAAAAAAARk/yzg70ez2-SQ/s72-c/1_386871196l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-6919651031451729189</id><published>2009-04-27T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:32:26.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loves.'/><title type='text'>nobody but you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SfWxfuJNWVI/AAAAAAAAARc/O2oADwwapcA/s1600-h/cupcakes2_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SfWxfuJNWVI/AAAAAAAAARc/O2oADwwapcA/s200/cupcakes2_2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329360892583565650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg! i'm craving, craving for chocolate cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;anybody kind enough to buy me some? perhaps someone ehk.&lt;br /&gt;so yeahh, this explains the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today today today.&lt;br /&gt;woke up early cos had to meet the other pesilats for physical training which starts 8.&lt;br /&gt;but but but none of our beloved seniors came. like wtf kann. thankx ehk seniors.&lt;br /&gt;only the PU-1 GIRLS came,boys tak boleh harap one. act as if they don't know, noobs.&lt;br /&gt;okay, since none of them came and we were all so called geared up for the training, we ran bout three rounds at the track and we also did a 50 or 100m sprint? total noob-ness.&lt;br /&gt;today is hell for me cos immediately after the pt was assembly then after assembly is pe!&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? i had to run again. legs was making problems all the way, suay-ness.&lt;br /&gt;but managed to pull through. yeah me! so yeah, after that was as per normal. mob then gp then blah blah blah. and finally home was next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, thats bout it.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say actually.&lt;br /&gt;i'm too tired to think&lt;br /&gt;and i have to study for my test tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;sianzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kBYE.&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-6919651031451729189?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6919651031451729189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=6919651031451729189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/6919651031451729189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/6919651031451729189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/nobody-but-you.html' title='nobody but you.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SfWxfuJNWVI/AAAAAAAAARc/O2oADwwapcA/s72-c/cupcakes2_2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-4130310520444562512</id><published>2009-04-26T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:41:00.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dann.'/><title type='text'>26.04.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SfR-7BtrcvI/AAAAAAAAARM/x-9YerEvivU/s1600-h/2061276131_aab4b6854a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SfR-7BtrcvI/AAAAAAAAARM/x-9YerEvivU/s200/2061276131_aab4b6854a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329023811623547634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; didn't do much today.&lt;br /&gt;met someone.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, taking it to the next level already.&lt;br /&gt;hope it goes well, ehk?&lt;br /&gt;nothing to blog already.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so contradicting myself lah.&lt;br /&gt;i got alot of thinsgs to blog about today but but but&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;so YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is gonna be a tiring one.&lt;br /&gt;fitness + pe = dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm outxx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-4130310520444562512?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4130310520444562512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=4130310520444562512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/4130310520444562512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/4130310520444562512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/260409.html' title='26.04.09'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SfR-7BtrcvI/AAAAAAAAARM/x-9YerEvivU/s72-c/2061276131_aab4b6854a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-3832642957459003372</id><published>2009-04-25T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:28:11.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonder.'/><title type='text'>[ insert title ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering,&lt;br /&gt;about some things&lt;br /&gt;which are not really that important&lt;br /&gt;at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;Never been in such state,&lt;br /&gt;but i dare not to swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new friend made&lt;br /&gt;and yes i find him undesirable&lt;br /&gt;but that is all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;You are sweet&lt;br /&gt;and that for sure I can't deny.&lt;br /&gt;Random messages i got from you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something is bothering,&lt;br /&gt;bothering me bad.&lt;br /&gt;Something which is minor&lt;br /&gt;yet i'm making it major.&lt;br /&gt;For he shouldn't be the barrier between us&lt;br /&gt;but i made him and&lt;br /&gt;please don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the answer&lt;br /&gt;nor do i want to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is this question,&lt;br /&gt;which has been lingering on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You said,&lt;br /&gt;You like me,&lt;br /&gt;You love me,&lt;br /&gt;but do you really want to be with me?&lt;br /&gt;This makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me wait too long,&lt;br /&gt;cos i want the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;!-- BEGIN QMAX INJECTION --&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="qmaxfooter"&gt;           &lt;!-- the footer would go here --&gt;          &lt;iframe framespacing="0" src="http://portal.ssg.qmax.com.sg/banner/footer.php" scrolling="no" width="100%" frameborder="0" height="30"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"&gt;CheckVisible();&lt;/script&gt; &lt;!-- END QMAX INJECTION --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-3832642957459003372?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3832642957459003372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=3832642957459003372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3832642957459003372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3832642957459003372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/insert-title_25.html' title='[ insert title ]'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-5586005218756378381</id><published>2009-04-25T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:37:26.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leg pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SfHpqT02BaI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8ScdqoOOIFE/s1600-h/beautiful-emo-girl-225x300.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SfHpqT02BaI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8ScdqoOOIFE/s200/beautiful-emo-girl-225x300.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328296747241702818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well... to tell you guys the truth, i got nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;school was as per normal except for the fact that i screwed up both my maths and mob test.&lt;br /&gt;dumb you.&lt;br /&gt;training was forever tiring especially with the pain i'm having now.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, nothing to blog about you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah, i found someone's blog. CHICKEN WING POWER!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SfHqUWkP9mI/AAAAAAAAARE/7q7rJbfLsCw/s1600-h/CuteEmoBoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SfHqUWkP9mI/AAAAAAAAARE/7q7rJbfLsCw/s200/CuteEmoBoy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328297469531911778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;any guys with such hair? cute stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-5586005218756378381?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5586005218756378381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=5586005218756378381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5586005218756378381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5586005218756378381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/leg-pain.html' title='leg pain.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SfHpqT02BaI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8ScdqoOOIFE/s72-c/beautiful-emo-girl-225x300.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-3553096981593941136</id><published>2009-04-23T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:21:40.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random-ness'/><title type='text'>overslept lerr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SfBo3BFcM5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/uvEhtNnAV4g/s1600-h/black-emo-hairstyle-330x440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SfBo3BFcM5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/uvEhtNnAV4g/s200/black-emo-hairstyle-330x440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327873653572645778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm addicted to such pictures, their hairstyle i mean.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with it, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me share something with you guys, some info from a quiz i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say that most of the parts are true, not telling a lie here.&lt;br /&gt;so yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to today.&lt;br /&gt;didn't attend school today because of one very stupid reason i must say, overslept.&lt;br /&gt;yerp, i overslept.&lt;br /&gt;woke up around 11 plus plus i think. super late, right? i know.&lt;br /&gt;was woken up by the vibration from my phone.&lt;br /&gt;so didn't do much today, wanted to study but but but stomach was making problems.&lt;br /&gt;so slept again, i feel like a pig today.&lt;br /&gt;sleep and sleep but never study. wth ziema, you're in PU-1 not primary one.&lt;br /&gt;wake up!&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know i have to wake up and start doing my job as a student which is to mug and mug.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm dead cos i got no MC for today.&lt;br /&gt;didn't go the doctor cos got medicine what at home.&lt;br /&gt;MI MI, why so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leceh &lt;/span&gt;must give MC all. haix&lt;br /&gt;i think i need someone to give morning wake up calls, anyone up for the job?&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;ok ok. i think i better stop now, stop blogging.&lt;br /&gt;wanna go for my run.&lt;br /&gt;omg, i just ate and i have to go run, 5km lagi. adui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,byeBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-3553096981593941136?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3553096981593941136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=3553096981593941136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3553096981593941136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3553096981593941136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/overslept-lerr.html' title='overslept lerr.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SfBo3BFcM5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/uvEhtNnAV4g/s72-c/black-emo-hairstyle-330x440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-6349428133234535609</id><published>2009-04-22T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:30:12.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut.'/><title type='text'>chop chop or no chop chop???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Se8YhlhmHwI/AAAAAAAAAQk/TBJ39hbaoTA/s1600-h/3297821808_ede7e688ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Se8YhlhmHwI/AAAAAAAAAQk/TBJ39hbaoTA/s200/3297821808_ede7e688ee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327503849490358018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with the hair, yes i am.&lt;br /&gt;and no one can stop me from falling in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;its just so super nice, to me lah that is.&lt;br /&gt;so should i chop chop my hair or not chop chop my hair?&lt;br /&gt;aiyoo..stress.&lt;br /&gt;i would love to have the same hairstyle as her ( in the picture ) though.&lt;br /&gt;but but but in order for me to achieve that, i have to keep my hair long.&lt;br /&gt;omg, that's so not me! i don't keep long hair le, how?&lt;br /&gt;i think should just let my hair grow...&lt;br /&gt;well, at least my hair is growing okay shaz. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so school was normal.&lt;br /&gt;normal normal school day but today abit siann cos shaz had to go for SYF,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not alone cos i still got q and sakinah. ( kaki gereks )&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, after school was silat.&lt;br /&gt;the new coaches came.&lt;br /&gt;first impression : omfg, i'm so fucking scared. can i quit silat now? stress stress stress.&lt;br /&gt;after trail session : well, they are not that bad afterall, approachable? hmm..i guess so.&lt;br /&gt;one of the coach look damn familiar to me, not cos i've ever seen him in tv or what but donnoe..maybe on one of the weddings i go to.&lt;br /&gt;ok, standard.&lt;br /&gt;after training was dinner, at makan shiok.&lt;br /&gt;the food is hmm..no comments.&lt;br /&gt;trained back home alone as per usual.&lt;br /&gt;psst..i'll mark you words hor,must send me back home next time. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah and now i'm here blogging.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i got silat homework..like wtf.&lt;br /&gt;the homework is to run 5km per day from thursday to monday.&lt;br /&gt;wow! i wonder what state i'll be in after monday.&lt;br /&gt;zombie? normal? god knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie dokies people, i'm outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Se8bulsNR3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/1I7CW1GVOu4/s1600-h/emo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Se8bulsNR3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/1I7CW1GVOu4/s200/emo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327507371408050034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the drug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-6349428133234535609?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6349428133234535609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=6349428133234535609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/6349428133234535609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/6349428133234535609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/chop-chop-or-no-chop-chop.html' title='chop chop or no chop chop???'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Se8YhlhmHwI/AAAAAAAAAQk/TBJ39hbaoTA/s72-c/3297821808_ede7e688ee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-5459876943440311885</id><published>2009-04-22T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:39:20.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reconsider.'/><title type='text'>malay pw can GAD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Se30J1Ew1GI/AAAAAAAAAQc/U-p_CgbbgBY/s1600-h/black-blond-emo-hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Se30J1Ew1GI/AAAAAAAAAQc/U-p_CgbbgBY/s200/black-blond-emo-hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327182383952221282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my hair to be just like them, is it possible? hmm, i doubt so unless i keep my hair long then start to do experiments on it. yeahh, i'll do just that. well, i'm sorta into such emo haircuts but i'm not an EMO kiddo okayx! Just love their hairstyles, be it girls or boys one. super nice.&lt;br /&gt;super random of me to say bout such things but who cares..its my blog anw.&lt;br /&gt;okayzz.&lt;br /&gt;school was erm..okay okay/suck-ish/boring/whatever you have in mind.&lt;br /&gt;not much comments bout school cos its like the same ol thing everyday so yeahh. BORING!&lt;br /&gt;my main intention to blog is to complain about the total-waste-of-my-time-subject project or commonly known as the malay project. yeah! damn you malay project, waste how many hours of my time to do it. i skipped a beat cos of this fcuking thing cos i thought i lose the bloody damn powerpoint slides and guess what? i really lose it so had no choice but to redo. see! waste of time right, ok no..this is my fault. should check. ok, i think i should stop complaining and start sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice meeting you by the way. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-5459876943440311885?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5459876943440311885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-8406764342870511179</id><published>2009-04-19T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:32:38.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking.'/><title type='text'>beach.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SeoL3jyCd9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BBpYVxZfPNc/s1600-h/emo-love-39-kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SeoL3jyCd9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BBpYVxZfPNc/s200/emo-love-39-kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326082558444861394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;internet was making problems the last two days thus making it impossible for me to update my blog and also to go online. -_-&lt;br /&gt;starhub, you suck!&lt;br /&gt;didn't do much today, went to ecp with family.&lt;br /&gt;basically what i did there was cycling. yerp, cycled from one end to one end like one noob.&lt;br /&gt;after which, god sis came then talk talk with her. its been some time since we updated each other so yeah, UPDAte time. told her a lot of stuff, from a-z without leaving any parts behind.&lt;br /&gt;slacked around and it was time to go home, it was nine i think when we left ecp.&lt;br /&gt;what a long day i had.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, i didn't had the mood to eat today. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;notice something bout my post? its super random and boring.&lt;br /&gt;my mind is blank, i can't think well.&lt;br /&gt;it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i will end my post here.&lt;br /&gt;gonna do a better post next time round, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm outx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-8406764342870511179?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8406764342870511179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=8406764342870511179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8406764342870511179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8406764342870511179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/beach.html' title='beach.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SeoL3jyCd9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BBpYVxZfPNc/s72-c/emo-love-39-kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-384523653531697656</id><published>2009-04-15T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:53:34.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a or k or e or none.'/><title type='text'>ulcer larh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SeXw7X8o0tI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sqDugTg0ky4/s1600-h/3250533408_0686611bef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SeXw7X8o0tI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sqDugTg0ky4/s200/3250533408_0686611bef.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324927037266776786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i could stretch like the person in the picture...&lt;br /&gt;attended school today, yes i did.&lt;br /&gt;thanks ms jee for not accepting my parent's letter, you think people can afford uh to visit the doctor every time you're sick? obviously not right. besides, i still have some medication at home.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i feel so lost today, am not telling a lie here cos i really do feel lost today.&lt;br /&gt;shaz and aini didn't come to school today cos both of them are down with fever, and that's the reason why i feel lost today. yerp! maybe i'm just so used to having them with me, but today i was alone. sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;but but but school was as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;pe was foever tiring, thanks cher for kicking my butt when its already painful. hmph!&lt;br /&gt;maths was erm..idk. got not much to comment about today's lesson. lim bock seng emo sialzzz.&lt;br /&gt;didn't know that teachers also can emo, haha! oh wait, they are also humans, right? so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;attended the investiture thingy halfway during maths then then then&lt;br /&gt;silat was next. training was ermm.. got nothing to comment about it.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner and home next.&lt;br /&gt;today abit more sian than other days cos everybody so emo, i mean most uh.&lt;br /&gt;ok, done here.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are slowly closing now, i think i should hit the sack now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! i got one bloody ulcer in my mouth, at the side of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;kill my appetite siahh. pfft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your smile, the serial killer of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;wo ai shang ni le !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-384523653531697656?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/384523653531697656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=384523653531697656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/384523653531697656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/384523653531697656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/ulcer-larh.html' title='ulcer larh.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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to clear the oh-forever-piling-up homework. i know the reason is lame but what to do? no choice de. so yeah, managed to clear most of the overdue stuffs but there are still more to be cleared and its mathematics. god, when is this gonna be over mann? ya know, being lost everytime. argh! but but but on the lighter note, i'm kindda happy that i managed to do my chemistry stuffs EXCEPT for the assignment 3b. got stuck in the middle, kill my mood to continue so i stopped doing. hahas! ok, not funny. i seriously need to wake up, seriously wake up. if i continue to go at this rate, i'm sure i wouldn't be able to make it to the end. haixx. ok ziema, stop whinning and start mugging.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, thats what i should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;got no more to tell.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, malay pw can go and die.&lt;br /&gt;to translate all the words from english to malay is a burden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-5969953837907063494?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5969953837907063494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=5969953837907063494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5969953837907063494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5969953837907063494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-student.html' title='bad student.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SeSL18hj0_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/cVYA1eiF75I/s72-c/Image0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-5430495818105913017</id><published>2009-04-11T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:59:25.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misses.'/><title type='text'>siann lahh!</title><content type='html'>was supposed to have tuition today but didn't.&lt;br /&gt;mom arranged for it on the wrong day. -_-&lt;br /&gt;so, what did i do today?&lt;br /&gt;rot all the way at home. siann super siann i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling so restless now.&lt;br /&gt;too much sleep i guess? maybe/yes/no/i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored, super bored.&lt;br /&gt;nothing to do except for doing the quiz at facebook.&lt;br /&gt;hahs! they are addictive. no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think i should start on my malay project like soon.&lt;br /&gt;or it'll just add up to my burden in MI.&lt;br /&gt;dateline is getting nearer.&lt;br /&gt;noob! -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-5430495818105913017?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5430495818105913017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=5430495818105913017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5430495818105913017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5430495818105913017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/was-supposed-to-have-tuition-today-but.html' title='siann lahh!'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-9178323285123818367</id><published>2009-04-11T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:36:48.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>" good " friday.</title><content type='html'>ola !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to start, yesterday wasn't actually a good day to go out. it was raining heavily like nobody business!&lt;br /&gt;well, lucky thing my meeting was in an enclosed area, the mall. yeah, met up with my group mates to have a discussion on the total-waste-of-time malay project. to think that i could end my mt years after i stepped out my secondary school. pfft! so yeah, met them at city hall area since it was like in the middle thus making it convenient for the three of us. hanisah couldn't join us cos she had something on which is going to ecp with the silat mates and i'm jealous because of that. cos after reading hanisah's post about yesterday's outing, i regret for not following them. haix. its okay, perhaps next time. hmm. ok, back to the story. we were like done with the discussion within err 30 mins i think. hahs! yerpp, 3o mins. bumped into kak emy at mac, oh! i miss her like hell lahh, so long never call/text/chat. she told me she was sick, valid reason so you're being excused sista. so after the discussion thingy, we ( my group mates ) went our separate ways, yerp. well, to be exact only sakinah. q and me headed to east side next. q went home and i went to tampines to meet my momma. met her and my other family members and head to changi.&lt;br /&gt;super siann i tell you, reached there and it was raining. like wtf. so initially the plan was to go fishing but but but because of the rain, plan was abandoned and since we were already super near to changi airport.. we went there. -_-. felt bored throughout the whole thing. so after that was dinner. otw to dinner place, something super duper embarrassing happened. wanna know? come find me and i'll tell you, MAYBE!&lt;br /&gt;so yerp, reached home about 12 or 1 i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, thats what basically happened on " good " friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-9178323285123818367?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9178323285123818367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=9178323285123818367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/9178323285123818367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/9178323285123818367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday.html' title='&quot; good &quot; friday.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-2323291106712711408</id><published>2009-04-09T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:09:21.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e or a?'/><title type='text'>thursday sucks big time, like seriously.</title><content type='html'>ola people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all the days in the week, i hate thursday most.&lt;br /&gt;i mean eversince school officially started.&lt;br /&gt;ask me why and i'll answer you this, " its because we end our classes late! double science ( 2 chemistry sessions of chemistry plus 1 session of physics, sucks? i know) and and and thats it."&lt;br /&gt;to summarise, i hate thursdays because its like the most tiring day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;super draggy i tell you, its much more worse than going for physical education or sitting for a malay lecture. hahs! not telling lies here.&lt;br /&gt;well, lucky thing gp was not a drag. class was expecting for mrs meya to be absent but she came. pfft! but its okay, her lesson was the only one i enjoyed today cos had a good laugh about some issues. chemistry was forever boring to me, no joke. physics was ok i should say, thanks to mr-oh-so-lame-daniel-chong. ^^ so yeah. boring boring thursday. -_-.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is good friday so a day off for us but it seems that i can't enjoy the day off cos i have to meet my group members to discuss about the malay project. waste my time. grr!&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to ecp with the other pesilats, not discuss bout the bloody malay project.&lt;br /&gt;haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are you acting this way? wonder wonder.&lt;br /&gt;oh you, why didn't i see you today, the whole day? wonder wonder.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i'm miss wondergirl so i love to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace people.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div 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~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-5557135403726492399</id><published>2009-04-08T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:07:35.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oOo.'/><title type='text'>worried.</title><content type='html'>heyho.&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;practically dragged myself to school today, yeah! i dragged myself to school.&lt;br /&gt;i was super darn lazy to attend school today but i end up going cos got silat.&lt;br /&gt;haha! yeah, i go to school because of silat.they rock my [insert anything]. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, school was rather mundane today. seriously, not joking.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a zombie today, eyes could barely open. -_-&lt;br /&gt;pe was er..$#!@*^&amp;amp;.  fitness level going down yaww and i hate it!&lt;br /&gt;running 4 rounds was like a burden to us all, yeah seriously.&lt;br /&gt;and maths, i don't understand a single shit and i'm not asking the teacher. baik pe ziema, yeah baik.&lt;br /&gt;wait till i kena counsel to exit then start to regret.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, talking bout counsel to exit thing.&lt;br /&gt;heard bout some seniors who got a warning for this, scary siol.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly the teacher can just call you and say that you're like ask to exit the school. omfg!&lt;br /&gt;well, it will happen to me like soon if i don't start putting in effort in my studies. shiatx!&lt;br /&gt;so okay, enough bout the noob stuffs, oh i mean the academic part.&lt;br /&gt;silat! today's training was abit boring though, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;learn how to what they call it, i don't know what they call it.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i won't feel awkward after learning it, hopefully lah hor. * cross fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,i guess this is it lah.&lt;br /&gt;have to hit the books.&lt;br /&gt;homework, they are waiting to be touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! before i forget.&lt;br /&gt;he smiled two times. woohoo! i'mma happy kid. :)&lt;br /&gt;* smiling from ear to ear *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-5557135403726492399?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5557135403726492399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=5557135403726492399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5557135403726492399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5557135403726492399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/worried.html' title='worried.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-4389200930414852101</id><published>2009-04-05T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:34:21.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush.love.relationship.'/><title type='text'>love.</title><content type='html'>heyhey.&lt;br /&gt;well, first things first.&lt;br /&gt;pardon me for being random here, i mean for this particular post.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, let me begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questions running wild on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;- what is it like to be deprived of love?&lt;br /&gt;- what is love in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;- do u really need love from the opposite sex in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as you can see. the questions running on my mind are all related to one thing, love.&lt;br /&gt;i've been pondering on this particular thing for quite some time and please don't ask me why cos i just don't have the answer to it like always. anytime, anytime the word love can just pop up on my freaking mind and i go all emo. yeah, i really do and again please don't ask me why. i'm not an emo kiddo thats for sure but i just love to be away from the crowd when i start to think about this. maybe just maybe, i'm just missing the care and concern, the security some people used to give me. yeah, thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats another thing.&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;i miss her, badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i guess.&lt;br /&gt;and again, sorry about the random-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tc :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-4389200930414852101?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4389200930414852101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=4389200930414852101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/4389200930414852101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/4389200930414852101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/love.html' title='love.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-5852801369157807371</id><published>2009-04-04T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:05:48.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ insert title ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SdeCQH4LNAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/nVy8eFYdM6M/s1600-h/confusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SdeCQH4LNAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/nVy8eFYdM6M/s200/confusion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320864698265711618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so yeah, went out with shaz today.&lt;br /&gt;initially the plan was to head to orchard road to find some school stuff&lt;br /&gt;but but but&lt;br /&gt;due to our lazy-ness, we alighted at city hall instead.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, went to suntec city then to marina square but failed to buy anything cos one was being fickle-minded and the other just couldn't find anything nice. yeah, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;after walking around like an idiot trying to find something to buy since someone complained that she seriously need to buy something and i don't why is she like that.&lt;br /&gt;met en jia, azhari and en jia's friend at royal sporting house. ( not part of the plan to meet )&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, met them then blah blah blah decided to go penin next.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, azhari wanted to buy himself a new pair of soccer boots, so headed there blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;and headed to town next.&lt;br /&gt;separated from shaz at the platform and there i was alone, the only girl i meant.&lt;br /&gt;walked around at far east plaza, still trying to find something to buy but effort was to no avail. :(&lt;br /&gt;bumped onto jac and eve ( spelling check? ) and headed to forum next.&lt;br /&gt;sat at mac while waiting for someone.&lt;br /&gt;then then then.&lt;br /&gt;headed back to isetan to wait for sha( again, spelling check?)&lt;br /&gt;then home was next. crapped through out the journey home.&lt;br /&gt;hahahs! yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;and here i am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah,&lt;br /&gt;pardon me for the bad post.&lt;br /&gt;brain not functioning well.&lt;br /&gt;too tired i guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-5852801369157807371?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5852801369157807371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=5852801369157807371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5852801369157807371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5852801369157807371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/insert-title.html' title='[ insert title ]'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SdeCQH4LNAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/nVy8eFYdM6M/s72-c/confusion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-1432031586211069282</id><published>2009-04-03T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:34:26.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a crush.</title><content type='html'>well hello earthlings.&lt;br /&gt;just reached bout ermm.. two hours ago i think, yeah i guess that's it.&lt;br /&gt;well actually i was not supposed to attend school today cos i was given two days of MC&lt;br /&gt;but but but&lt;br /&gt;i eventually went to school, yeah ! stubborn me, right? i know.&lt;br /&gt;i'm born to be stubborn so live with it, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;someone was tricked by me yesterday. hahs. stupid guy.&lt;br /&gt;well back to school stuff..&lt;br /&gt;school was er okayy, like normal.&lt;br /&gt;fridays? hmm..maths then MOB.&lt;br /&gt;then silat was next.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but i don't really like today's training.&lt;br /&gt;boring? tiring?&lt;br /&gt;don't have a word for it.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;day ended with dinner then trained back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeahh, that's it for today.&lt;br /&gt;adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i were to say that i like you? nahh.. its impossible i'm sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-1432031586211069282?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1432031586211069282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=1432031586211069282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1432031586211069282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1432031586211069282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/crush.html' title='a crush.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-3979791213474955077</id><published>2009-04-02T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:11:36.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick lahh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SdRGIym99RI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0GQXmfmJgRE/s1600-h/2183875632_29ebd01801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SdRGIym99RI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0GQXmfmJgRE/s200/2183875632_29ebd01801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319954176669512978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have gone to school today but my head wasn't allowing me to.&lt;br /&gt;it was spinning like nobody business early in the morning and my eyes can't barely open due to the cough syrup that i ate the previous night. and my throat, its killing me!&lt;br /&gt;due to the flu and sore throat, my voice changes. i sound like a guy.&lt;br /&gt;well, thats what Wei Yang said, oh ya, imy wei yang. so when can we meet?&lt;br /&gt;he asked me to skip school today but i didn't want to cos it clearly means that i'm going to miss another lab session which also clearly means that i have a lot to do so that i could be on par with the others. constant reminders to take my medicine and to sleep early and also advised not to come to school today from one kuku from MI. well you two, you've got your wishes. i'm not in school today. stuck at home. super boring! cos i feel like sleeping every now and then but i can't possibly do that cos i have to do my always-piling-up-homework. so yeahh, will stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tc people.  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-3979791213474955077?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3979791213474955077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-8426387728146232143</id><published>2009-04-01T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:22:41.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>april fool, stupid day.</title><content type='html'>had sparring session today. paired up with [ insert name ], fyi i don't how to spell her name so yeahh. well, she's the vice president of our cca. yeahh, it was nice to spar with her. as in to experience the real thing, not that the people who i've spar with before is useless or whatever negative but i think today is the best spar session cos i get to gain experience and learn things at the same time. i don't even actually know what i'm trying to say here but i'm here to say that today's spar session was the best, so intense. plus everybody had the chance to spar today, so fair game. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was after training.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at Makan Shiok with the silat mates.&lt;br /&gt;trained back home after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-8426387728146232143?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8426387728146232143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=8426387728146232143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8426387728146232143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8426387728146232143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fool-stupid-day.html' title='april fool, stupid day.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-977512016761262783</id><published>2009-03-30T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:00:07.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failing.'/><title type='text'>so what now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SdC-RHlXztI/AAAAAAAAAPs/f95VpttyBhU/s1600-h/138592206_bfd4ad6dd0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SdC-RHlXztI/AAAAAAAAAPs/f95VpttyBhU/s200/138592206_bfd4ad6dd0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318960361227407058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so what now?&lt;br /&gt;stay on or transfer?&lt;br /&gt;to what polytechnic?&lt;br /&gt;is there even a place for me in any of the polytechnics?&lt;br /&gt;i doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;i'm lost, i'm truly fucking lost.&lt;br /&gt;told mum about it, and all she could say was to take up extra classes.&lt;br /&gt;but hey mum, do i even have time for that?&lt;br /&gt;well, like my friend said, i can have time if i manage my time well.&lt;br /&gt;am i aren't already doing so?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i guess but no its not working.&lt;br /&gt;that's what i'm aware of.&lt;br /&gt;well, let's face it. i suck at this.&lt;br /&gt;suck at managing my time and suck at erm anything that i do.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i suppose that's the reason why i'm not coping well.&lt;br /&gt;when my friend is able to.&lt;br /&gt;i suck, yes, i suck.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm looking down myself, for now that is.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm unable to make a wise decision which concerns my future,&lt;br /&gt;my education.&lt;br /&gt;yes, my education.&lt;br /&gt;so what now?&lt;br /&gt;so what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;anybody? any solution?&lt;br /&gt;well, someone did gave me some solutions but i just don't know if i should carry it out or not.&lt;br /&gt;should i or should i not?&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;br /&gt;i'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took my certificate and testimonial. finally, i'm out of yuhua but then again upon receiving the stuffs, i started to miss the school. its funny though, one moment you're elated that you're out of the bloody school and the other moment you're just sad that you have to leave the school. well, maybe its because of the memories that you had there and all the friends that you made there.&lt;br /&gt;well, talking bout friends and peers. MI has been great i guess so far, the people there are friendly as ever except for a few. you can feel the warmth there and i'm not lying, especially with the silat-ers. yeah, i like them, cool people. hahs! so yeahh, education part? well, read the top part of the post and you'll get it but if you don't then i've got nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm outs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-977512016761262783?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/977512016761262783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=977512016761262783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/977512016761262783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/977512016761262783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-what-now.html' title='so what now?'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/SdC-RHlXztI/AAAAAAAAAPs/f95VpttyBhU/s72-c/138592206_bfd4ad6dd0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-8327521477200118012</id><published>2009-03-28T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:22:07.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling.'/><title type='text'>ideas in action or shopping spree?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sc4szxHtvpI/AAAAAAAAAPc/1ScTWYub2Lc/s1600-h/DSC00337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sc4szxHtvpI/AAAAAAAAAPc/1ScTWYub2Lc/s200/DSC00337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318237477841780370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aloha readers.&lt;br /&gt;its saturday today, so i'm not supposed to wake up early today but i had to cos i had to meet my group mates to discuss about the Ideas in action thingy. so what the fcuk! disturb my beauty sleep. :((. so yeah, early in the morning at 11 o'clock i think, got a message from shaz, " da bgn? ( wake up readi anot in singlish)" so mother-ly lah she...checking if i've woken up or not. hahs!&lt;br /&gt;woke up, got ready and blah blah blah. met her at je then meet q at bugis. destination of the day was the national library. so yeah, walked from bugis junction to the library and shaz was complaining like one kuku bout the sun. next time bring an umbrella with you lahh girl, so scared of the sun for wadd. reached the place and we were lost, yeah we were lost. fyi, its me n q first time there so we were expecting for shaz to lead but but but that useless girl also donnoe the way. asked for our way and settled down at the applied science level. found a few things for our project and off we go to the next destination, MAKAN place. yeah, our stomachs was grumbling so we quickly went to find a place to eat. we ended up eating at Pastamania. me, being the hungy ghost there, ate alot. not really alot lahh, but more than the other two. hahs! so after makan-ing..hmm. initially the plan was to find a place to seat at Starbucks so that we could continue on our discussion but but but the plan changed. decided to stop the discussion and go shopping. hahs! yeahh, thats what we did. lazy pre u ones. didn't managed to get anything for myself cos nothing caught my eye. haixx. so yeah, home was next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got nothing more to say, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! just now got one fcuking pervert guy in the mrt.&lt;br /&gt;he scared the hell out of shaz's life. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i'm disgusted by him. stupid uncle!&lt;br /&gt;you're not even fit to be called as an uncle, you fucker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-8327521477200118012?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8327521477200118012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=8327521477200118012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8327521477200118012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8327521477200118012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/ideas-in-action-or-shopping-spree.html' title='ideas in action or shopping spree?'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sc4szxHtvpI/AAAAAAAAAPc/1ScTWYub2Lc/s72-c/DSC00337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-5497506540577488162</id><published>2009-03-27T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:23:38.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonder.'/><title type='text'>butt pain!</title><content type='html'>school like normal.&lt;br /&gt;had maths and MOB today.&lt;br /&gt;maths test? hmm.. i think i'm gonna fail, wait! its not that i think but i WILL fail.&lt;br /&gt;MOB? ok lahh, normal only. oh ya, mrs chan, please stop acting cute..you suck at it. hahs!&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! surprisingly, khai didn't sleep today. haha! he was really attentive and he managed to answer all the questions asked by mrs chan. not bad not bad.&lt;br /&gt;after school had the " ideas in action " briefing. boring only, ended up not listening to whatever the teacher is saying and started to make stupid jokes with shaz. haha! SGC, cpt pikir.&lt;br /&gt;then it was time for cca,&lt;br /&gt;i think today i got the mood for silat if minus the pain that i'm having on my butt. hahs!&lt;br /&gt;yeah! my butt is in pain and i'm not kidding here. i don't really know the cause of it though.&lt;br /&gt;after silat was dinner with the same ol people.&lt;br /&gt;it's fun hanging out with those people, there's always something new which is gonna happen that you can expect when you're with them. well, not forgetting their dirty conversations.&lt;br /&gt;conversations uhh not conservations ok cherr.&lt;br /&gt;trained back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wo ai shang ni le&lt;br /&gt;= g&lt;/span&gt;o find out urself what it means&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-&gt; en jia teach me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo ai shang ni le, a2.&lt;br /&gt;your determination, its making me go crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-5497506540577488162?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5497506540577488162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=5497506540577488162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5497506540577488162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5497506540577488162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/butt-pain.html' title='butt pain!'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-938339708257085552</id><published>2009-03-26T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:09:54.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>titration, you suck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/ScuIJnYWlPI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uqWovJNGzXw/s1600-h/2438467223_4c81fdc4d6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/ScuIJnYWlPI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uqWovJNGzXw/s200/2438467223_4c81fdc4d6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317493483812328690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so minus the girl face and paste my face on it with the same expression.&lt;br /&gt;again, i couldn't made it possible to open up my eyes today.&lt;br /&gt;slept late again yesterday, see lahh sleep late again. yeah, slept late to do some revision.&lt;br /&gt;hardworking? nahh, not really. just doing my part as a student. hahs!&lt;br /&gt;so how's school today?&lt;br /&gt;ermm.. BORING! SUCKS! FUCK SCHOOL !&lt;br /&gt;well, please believe me on the boring part but not the others cos i was just being extra here.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, basically i had erm.. maths,gp,chemistry and physics.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, double science today. super boring i tell you, lucky thing shaz was there so she can entertain me with all the dumb jokes and recapturing of some funny moments in secondary school. oh, how i miss the ol days.&lt;br /&gt;did titration today during chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;i hate titration, i swear i hate it but i got no choice but to do it. argh !&lt;br /&gt;well, fyi my brain is not really working now ( insufficient of oxygen uhh maybe, )&lt;br /&gt;so i think better stop here and start hitting my books before someone starts calling me a&lt;br /&gt;LAZYBUM, thanks uh en jia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk, byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-938339708257085552?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/938339708257085552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=938339708257085552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/938339708257085552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/938339708257085552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/titration-you-suck.html' title='titration, you suck.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/ScuIJnYWlPI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uqWovJNGzXw/s72-c/2438467223_4c81fdc4d6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-5859299362516139797</id><published>2009-03-25T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:29:08.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trying hard to open up my bloody eyes.</title><content type='html'>so yeah, dragged myself to school today.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i got no mood to go to school today due to the lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;had to burn the midnight oil to do some revision on atomic structure.&lt;br /&gt;well, i was not really studying. i was merely copying notes from the link and chatting with my seniors. yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, slept at er one plus i think.&lt;br /&gt;woke up a bit later than usual then get ready blah blah blah and off to school.&lt;br /&gt;how's school today? er..sucks! cos i simply couldn't open up my bloody damn eyes today.&lt;br /&gt;i think i spent most of my time sleeping in class, literally. sorry teachers.&lt;br /&gt;today is wednesday, so after school is the normal thing, cca!.&lt;br /&gt;this one another one, i swear i had no mood to go for silat today and please don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, physical training blah blah blah then train abit then done.&lt;br /&gt;next was dinner with the seniors at Makan shiok.&lt;br /&gt;didn't really ate cos stomach was making problems, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;home was next.&lt;br /&gt;trained back home and here i am.&lt;br /&gt;blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sco9ohpj-PI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZxkyReSorrs/s1600-h/CIMG0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sco9ohpj-PI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZxkyReSorrs/s200/CIMG0091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317130076501047538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh yeah, i swear i'm missing the people who gave me the thing inside the picture.&lt;br /&gt;well, actually..i see two of them everyday, in school but the other two.&lt;br /&gt;one is in Redang and the other is busy with work i guess.&lt;br /&gt;well, just wanna say that i'm missing you guys. miss hanging out with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;go sentosa again?&lt;br /&gt;where's the laughter that i always hear during recess time? and all the abnormal sounds that you guys make?&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing all these things, i seriously do.&lt;br /&gt;well, meet up soon aites guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sco_EUOnWeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/gO5xXMZiPTc/s1600-h/cupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sco_EUOnWeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/gO5xXMZiPTc/s200/cupid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317131653446326754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so cupid hit me on the right spot,&lt;br /&gt;the crush is getting deeper as days passed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-5859299362516139797?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5859299362516139797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=5859299362516139797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5859299362516139797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5859299362516139797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/trying-hard-to-open-up-my-bloody-eyes.html' title='trying hard to open up my bloody eyes.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sco9ohpj-PI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZxkyReSorrs/s72-c/CIMG0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-8162462706499754863</id><published>2009-03-24T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:31:47.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enlightened.'/><title type='text'>serial killer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Scje654AFvI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9aiO7CI--4M/s1600-h/stress-cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Scje654AFvI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9aiO7CI--4M/s200/stress-cartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316744463660357362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; homework, you're killing me.&lt;br /&gt;piling up each day like nobody business.&lt;br /&gt;when can i ever adapt with the way of studying? i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;this make me worry, worry bout the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;just what if i couldn't make this year or there is no need to talk bout the end of year, lets just talk bout the promo 1 examination, can i make it?&lt;br /&gt;the main question that keeps popping out in my mind or should i say have been stationary in my mind since i start to realise that i could not hand up my assignments on time.&lt;br /&gt;is it because of me not managing my time well or there isn't enough time for me to really adapt?&lt;br /&gt;god, i need help. should i go for tuition classes? wait, do i even have time in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;monday to friday, i'm packed with school stuff. it is really impossible for me to be having tuition after school cos that will only make me feel even more tired.&lt;br /&gt;have to hit the books now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-8162462706499754863?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8162462706499754863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=8162462706499754863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8162462706499754863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8162462706499754863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/serial-killer.html' title='serial killer.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Scje654AFvI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9aiO7CI--4M/s72-c/stress-cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-5253612582153991359</id><published>2009-03-22T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:13:19.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking.'/><title type='text'>to the beach.</title><content type='html'>slept super late yesterday and woke up super late today. hahs!&lt;br /&gt;woke up and got ready to go out..to where? to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't really in the mood to go out actually, to be precised..to go out with my family.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go out with the other pesilats lerr.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, in the end..i tagged along. -_-&lt;br /&gt;basically, i planned to study there. haha ! yeah, don't start rubbing your eyes. i wanted to study there, semangat ehk? yeah..really semangat.&lt;br /&gt;but but but..&lt;br /&gt;my plan crashed when my uncle actually brought monopoly there. i even had the thought of multi-tasking, you know study and play monopoly at the same time but nahh..&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, played monopoly till my butt feel like er...idk how to describe.&lt;br /&gt;eventually, we stopped playing after everybody started to complain bout their butts. hahs!&lt;br /&gt;so some went to rent the bicycles and some slacked around and ate.&lt;br /&gt;so yada yada yada.. went to dinner blah blah blah. sent lil bro to his dock and home was next.&lt;br /&gt;like finally, home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;and as per usual..here i am blogging . hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm done here.&lt;br /&gt;have to study for the test tml.&lt;br /&gt;oh, how i hate studying.. when can this stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how can i link our conversations..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-5253612582153991359?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5253612582153991359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=5253612582153991359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5253612582153991359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/5253612582153991359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-beach.html' title='to the beach.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-8025368739880579627</id><published>2009-03-20T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:13:15.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muay thai.'/><title type='text'>muay thai session. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/ScOu8OV1L8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/r7T0aemtNfw/s1600-h/dobler-muay-thai-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/ScOu8OV1L8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/r7T0aemtNfw/s200/dobler-muay-thai-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315284334892363714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so yeah, basically what we did today was a " light " session of warm-ups and off we went to our destination which was NUS. yeahh ! we went there for the sharing of martial arts thingy. we had a muay thai session with the NUS people. so fun lahh i tell you ! i think i like muay thai better than silat. haha! like one of the seniors said, " close down silat, open muay thai". good idea le actually, haha ! but muay thai is way way way more rougher than silat cos no vest! we fight with only the aid of boxing gloves and shin guards. damn painful i tell you but nice. especially when you're kicking with ur power leg. the feeling is so syiokk. haha ! right, enough bout the training session lah.&lt;br /&gt;so next was toilet time, i mean shower time. wash up then blah blah blah and next was our all time favourite. DINNER TIME! haha, of cos lah we like, our teacher blanje us wadd. hahs. so yeah. dinner then home. had a great time sharing stories in the bus with the other seniors.&lt;br /&gt;and now,&lt;br /&gt;here i am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired so stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your determination, i swear it is making me melt.&lt;br /&gt;someway or somehow rather, i just couldn't take my eyes off you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-8025368739880579627?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8025368739880579627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=8025368739880579627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8025368739880579627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/8025368739880579627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/muay-thai-session.html' title='muay thai session. :))'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/ScOu8OV1L8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/r7T0aemtNfw/s72-c/dobler-muay-thai-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-1037443427649730081</id><published>2009-03-18T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:36:34.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonder.'/><title type='text'>day one. :))</title><content type='html'>so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;woke up as early as 8 am to go to school for some consultation, maths this time round. :)&lt;br /&gt;H2 maths, you're killing me man! how da hell can i cope with this freaking subject? there is no solution to it except...for tuition. god ! when can i escape from tuition siahh? tuition since pri four. haix. no choice ready.&lt;br /&gt;right, enough crapping bout my academic stuff, now the fun part !!&lt;br /&gt;so today was the first day of our cca training camp.&lt;br /&gt;one word for the camp, " SUPERB " !!!&lt;br /&gt;i swear it was fun, all the team building games and water, oh yeah..did i say water? oh yes, i did.&lt;br /&gt;we were like soaking wet lahh. dumb seniors, nothing to do. well, actually it was part of the activities for today. we should be expecting water games and they did have it. So today was like er water day for us, all the activities that we did today invovled water except for the lame game, the skipping rope one. super lame i tell you, i bet everyone agrees with me. Those who played the game i mean. so after the games and all, it was time to pack up.&lt;br /&gt;damn! i wish it didn't end, was having so much fun lah with them. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;nehmind, tomorrow still got training but not gonna be as fun as today cos they gonna torture us.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, after packing up and washing up, went for dinner together at macdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;pathetic siall ! the whole day eat fast food, can grow fat siahh like that.&lt;br /&gt;so i was lucky to have en jia who finished up my food. thanks uh horny boy, you and ur air mani.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;so next was home.&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm here blogging on what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, to the seniors ( guys to be precised ).&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a minah lah okayy! minahs don't wear fbt shorts. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i realised that i couldn't take my eyes off him today. haha !&lt;br /&gt;well, don't ask me why cos i swear i don't have the answer to that.&lt;br /&gt;he got a new haircut! hahs..very the clean cut, i loike !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so paiseyy lahh! grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, another day with them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;this is so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dne here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-1037443427649730081?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1037443427649730081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=1037443427649730081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1037443427649730081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/1037443427649730081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-one.html' title='day one. :))'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-3814384137003296434</id><published>2009-03-16T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:40:42.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worried.'/><title type='text'>homework marathon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sb4QdYQ28TI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rAa9NQJmyDk/s1600-h/ziema+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sb4QdYQ28TI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rAa9NQJmyDk/s200/ziema+edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313702707259175218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early today, early as in 8 plus plus.&lt;br /&gt;have to like head to school for some chemistry consultation with ms jee.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, did managed to clear some doubts that i had since er the lessons started.&lt;br /&gt;haha ! was to er shy? lazy? to ask her but couldn't wait no more since somebody gave me a wake up call that day. that person is mr tan ! yeah, mr tan, my chemistry teacher in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;was sitting with him that day with fiqah and he was like asking us what course/school we are going and there i was telling him that i got MI and blah blah blah. so guess what he told me..&lt;br /&gt;" wah, h2 chemistry uh. very hard you know ".&lt;br /&gt;after hearing what he said, i got really worried and i'm not lying here cos I am super duper worried.&lt;br /&gt;If a teacher who have once taught me seem not to have any confidence in me, how can i be able to have the thing called CONFIDENCE in me. god! i've been pondering bout this, what if i cannot make it? what should i do? transfer to a poly or just do my best for this year and if i still cannot make it, retain and transfer to another faculty next year? oh, i swear i don't wish to retain or transfer, total waste of time. no kidding. even though i'mma girl and I don't have to go through NS and i got lotsa of time to catch up, still.. i don't wish to waste the precious time. sombody, help me ! hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something i got from facebook after doing a quiz ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 150%; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;December&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.applatform.com/img/?id=388143&amp;amp;h=42c9fb12060ded1150a681ca5a168375f8eea8f6" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-size:120%;"&gt;Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egoistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i guess most of the stuff here are true, right?&lt;br /&gt;idk, i don't judge myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-3814384137003296434?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3814384137003296434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=3814384137003296434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3814384137003296434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/3814384137003296434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/homework-marathon.html' title='homework marathon.'/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnpEcFPMpiE/Sb4QdYQ28TI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rAa9NQJmyDk/s72-c/ziema+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22378672.post-2107530950014471669</id><published>2009-03-15T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:17:11.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace.'/><title type='text'>school holidays. :(</title><content type='html'>hello readers.&lt;br /&gt;well, basically holidays are starting. i mean tomorrow, yeah our holiday starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;its only for a week, a pathetic one week which i don't think i may consider it as holiday also cos i'll be expected to return to school four days. sucks lor! so yeahh, i hate it when its the holidays and we're expected to come back to school for some activities but then again, i guess its for our own good. So...no harm coming back.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday yesterday yesterday&lt;br /&gt;went down to yuhua for the NPCC annual camp thingy. sad to say, the camp was abit dead. didn't expect that kind of you know but nevermind. did enjoy the performances during the campfire especially when Mr Tan was dancing. haha ! gelek power punya. oh yeah ! the best part bout yesterday was actually me meeting the two assholes. Only god knows how much i miss spending time with them, the laughters and all. the good ol times. so yeah, lepaskan rindu lah orang kate. so yeah, talk talk take pictures and all then sit around till it was time for me to go home. father picked me up and off we went to zouk to send the catering stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and finally for today, didnt do much except for eating and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'm like serious here. didn't do much except for eating and sleeping. mother was so super fcuking lazy to bring us out today so we just laze around at home.&lt;br /&gt;at around i'm not sure what time it was.. we did our basic thing which is to visit grandma at the hospital. followed by dinner with the usual peeps at the usual place and home was next.&lt;br /&gt;so now,&lt;br /&gt;home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;blogging.&lt;br /&gt;toodles people.&lt;br /&gt;gotta hit the books and not the sack yet.&lt;br /&gt;got alot of catching up to do !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22378672-2107530950014471669?l=theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2107530950014471669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22378672&amp;postID=2107530950014471669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/2107530950014471669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22378672/posts/default/2107530950014471669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theday-ifallforyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/school-holidays.html' title='school holidays. :('/><author><name>Ziema ~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
