<?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-11001566</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:20:16.190+08:00</updated><category term='I'/><title type='text'>Hers.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>307</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-5831441082297077448</id><published>2009-09-23T03:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T03:35:34.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one when the laptop broke down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yea I know. it's been a long time since i update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laptop broke down. I cant blog, cant facebook, cant read allkpop. dammit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How boring can my life be without laptop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great news. I just graduated!! Yey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Been waiting for this for months. Though I would failed but no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now hunting for job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have to help mum financially. And of course not forgetting shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tapi tk melampau lah sangat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe i should buy a new laptop first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aiming for the Asus laptop. I dont care if its for gaming. I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next, hari raya was okay. Nothing much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything was pretty much the same except that i rebonded my hair (thanks bf). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will help you back if you need something. *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outing with secondary school friends will be on the 10th but havent confirm whether going or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bf so fussy. No vehicle no follow. Hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. nothing interesting happen to me. There is lah tapi like lazy to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just ask me maybe i will tell. Maybe je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ciao and ouh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA TO ALL MUSLIMS. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-5831441082297077448?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5831441082297077448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=5831441082297077448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/5831441082297077448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/5831441082297077448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-when-laptop-broke-down.html' title='The one when the laptop broke down.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-2298483175468237776</id><published>2009-08-04T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:42:19.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the old school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was surfing the net the other and got bored.&lt;br /&gt;And then suddenly i wanted to listen to this old school boy band song.&lt;br /&gt;The group is called code red. I guess some of u might have heard it.&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to 'What good is a heart' and watching their MV. Cheesy dance steps. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;They were kinda of popular when I was in Primary school.&lt;br /&gt;I used to like Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing code red, I stumble upon 911 plak. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;911 super old school lah. Listened to 'Bodyshakin''.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Boyzone.&lt;br /&gt;Still remembered I went to the Singtel Hello concert at the Kallang stadium.&lt;br /&gt;I think that was my first concert.&lt;br /&gt;Those were the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the MVs, enjoy the cheesy dance steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2LHOfxddQyE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2LHOfxddQyE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iguIeoT-M40&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iguIeoT-M40&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/11001566-2298483175468237776?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2298483175468237776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=2298483175468237776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/2298483175468237776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/2298483175468237776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-old-school.html' title='Back to the old school.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-1533556721306366271</id><published>2009-07-30T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:21:19.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with going out with mum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was out with mum the other day.&lt;br /&gt;She was complaining that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; spend time with her and always busy with own boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;So we asked her out. She decide the place, which was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Marsiling&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The whole trip was a disaster. Not practically disaster but a very terrible day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop off at the wrong station. Took the wrong bus and end up have to be escort by a policeman.&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; eh.&lt;br /&gt;When we took the wrong bus, me and sister were separated from mum, she was so confident to take this bus. But when she saw that the bus took the wrong turn, she turn her head behind and can still laugh at us. Blood hell.&lt;br /&gt;I think it was the funniest outing with mum.&lt;br /&gt;Bought this and that. Super cheap lah down there. Slippers for 1 dollar. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just now accompanied Ayu to cut her hair at JP. Not bad for a ten dollar haircut and the barber auntie is an idiot. Sit there also cannot. Then she like so kanchiong like that. Relax uh.&lt;br /&gt;Express pon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday need to help bf take his videocam at Canon. Was suppose to go with him but he have to cover for some idiot at work who doesnt want to come to work.&lt;br /&gt;You owe my bf a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I wanted to change my blogskin but lazy. I just want a simple layout as you can see my blog is so super simple. Just my entry and thats it.&lt;br /&gt;Malas nk letak tagboard sume. Leceh ~&lt;br /&gt;Just read. Dont need to tag. Heh^^&lt;br /&gt;And i just added an animated character at the end of the post.&lt;br /&gt;Cute right?&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/11001566-1533556721306366271?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1533556721306366271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=1533556721306366271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/1533556721306366271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/1533556721306366271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-with-going-out-with-mum.html' title='The one with going out with mum.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-3825037640005772628</id><published>2009-07-21T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:54:02.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the chalet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chalet was a blast last weekend. From the start right up to the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sampai je, makan skejap terus gy terjun kat dalam&lt;/span&gt; swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;Ard 6pm started bbq and with the games afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;Night comes and all the teenagers don't want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;We were wide awake. Guess we were so excited. For what I also don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 rooms itself was fully occupied by the makciks and pakciks watching tv and playing games outside.&lt;br /&gt;So we kids don't have any place to lay down and just relax. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dudok je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bf and me decided to go out and pitch the tent outside.&lt;br /&gt;So the kecoh. All couples: bf/me, Ayu/Yan, Eyqa/Asri. The 6 of us in the tent lying down and talking.&lt;br /&gt;Bf with his "surah XX..... beliau bersabda...." and his smelly gas. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;End up everybody got too tired and slept there till morning without closing the tent door.&lt;br /&gt;Wan/Chacha went out fishing for hours and did not even catch any fish. Sad~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I had a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should make another outing together like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*Pictures lazy to upload, I guess you can see them in their blog. Heh!&lt;/span&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/11001566-3825037640005772628?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3825037640005772628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=3825037640005772628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3825037640005772628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3825037640005772628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-with-chalet.html' title='The one with the chalet.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-5447018443071153761</id><published>2009-07-13T03:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:07:45.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the skateboarding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like almost 4am now and I am still not asleep. I have class tmr at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep. I dont know why. Insomnia? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Double date" with Ayu and Yan. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sakan&lt;/span&gt;. All 4 of us bought a shoe each. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abe&lt;/span&gt; carry plastic bag &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mcm org kaya gitu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Padahal padahal.&lt;/span&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anuar bought element, I bought Emerica, Ayu bought Simple and Yan bought Vans.&lt;br /&gt;Head to Pastamania since we were hungry. Not bad but not satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;Then went over to vivo to watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;Before watching movie, went to arcade to play a few games. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kecoh kape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayu and me played this throwing the balls thingy. Abe Ayu ketawe. Ish ish ish.&lt;br /&gt;Before that she let out a gas which ... haish. I feel sorry for the people to smelled it. Including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Ice Age 3 3d version. It' my second time watching but funny as ever.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to go out will you guys again.&lt;br /&gt;Next up.... chalet.&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/11001566-5447018443071153761?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5447018443071153761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=5447018443071153761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/5447018443071153761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/5447018443071153761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-with-skateboarding.html' title='The one with the skateboarding.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-639398881399480932</id><published>2009-07-08T03:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T03:57:04.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Michael Jackson..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am watching Michael Jackson's funeral now.&lt;br /&gt;Was holding back the tears all the way til Perez said something.&lt;br /&gt;She just said some words and then she cried. That made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice funeral with all the people making the speech and replaying some clips of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace Michael. Thanks for all the wonderful and great songs you made, sing whatever. You changed the world. You moved us. Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;You're alive and will be here forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h118/LaDee02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=michael-jackson1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h118/LaDee02/michael-jackson1.jpg" border="0" alt="mj" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/11001566-639398881399480932?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/639398881399480932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=639398881399480932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/639398881399480932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/639398881399480932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip-michael-jackson.html' title='RIP Michael Jackson..'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-8043312766054686498</id><published>2009-07-03T04:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T05:08:17.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the music bug.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let the music do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening and humming to this song like almost the whole day today.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9h4foyU7o0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9h4foyU7o0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/11001566-8043312766054686498?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8043312766054686498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=8043312766054686498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8043312766054686498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8043312766054686498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-with-music-bug.html' title='The one with the music bug.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-1577783228987011306</id><published>2009-07-01T12:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:05:14.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the heels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls just released their photos for their new song "I don't care". The photos all looks like.&lt;br /&gt;Really love their style. I really respect this girl group.&lt;br /&gt;Although some of you might say that Korean girls always dressed like that so there's nothing really surprising about it.&lt;br /&gt;But no, I don't think so k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually this post is not much about their photos but the freaking shoes that they are wearing.&lt;br /&gt;She's wearing a nike high heels. I want one! The same exact one.&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's true that nike already started making high heels but so far I searched are all those normals one. Like normal sneakers high heels or those normal heels you can find at any shoe store at JP. So normal. &lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/user/Desktop/20090630_2ne1_2bom.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h118/LaDee02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=20090630_2ne1_3minji-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h118/LaDee02/20090630_2ne1_3minji-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h118/LaDee02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=20090630_2ne1_2bom-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h118/LaDee02/20090630_2ne1_2bom-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h118/LaDee02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=20090630_2ne1_62ne1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h118/LaDee02/20090630_2ne1_62ne1.jpg" border="0" alt="2ne1" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/11001566-1577783228987011306?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1577783228987011306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=1577783228987011306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/1577783228987011306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/1577783228987011306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-with-heels.html' title='The one with the heels.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-489788481153634430</id><published>2009-07-01T01:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:47:51.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the confrontation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow I felt relieved after talking to her. Not relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like the the burden, the load on my chest has finally been lifted.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was a long time ago, even though I forgot almost all the happenings, I kinda feel uneasy whenever talked about him.&lt;br /&gt;My heart will just beat fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the talking, then I realize all I needed was the truth. The full whole story.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm still thinking of him or whatever. I just feel like I'm missing something.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I forgot to kick his balls before I left. I need to leave a scar at his balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K serious shit now, thank you for having that talk with me.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know you don't even now i have a blog, ya.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for giving you all the hatred last time. I didn't know anything and all I wanted was just taken away from me just like that.&lt;br /&gt;But that was the past. I grew up and now I know what I'm looking for. But whatever I think of him in the past will never change. I will not trust him and never will and err.. I still hate him. I stand by my words in my heart. Is whatever I'm saying right? hah~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Paham2 je lah k &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, errr... for now, I love everything that happen to me now.&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, even though we are kind of having a crises,&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;my sisters&lt;/span&gt; whom I spend my holiday playing slumber party, make-up with and quarrel of course,&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;my bf&lt;/span&gt; who has ALWAYS been patient with me and&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my small group of friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who has ALWAYS been there for me when I need them.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you thank you thank you everybody for making who I am today. Chey, mcm buat speech menang oscar seh! K I'm about to cry thinking of all the stuff. Haish. I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SkpO9mbwsXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1Q-7roypqv0/s1600-h/881099jar6sb49sf.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 106px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SkpO9mbwsXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1Q-7roypqv0/s200/881099jar6sb49sf.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353177927279227250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/11001566-489788481153634430?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/489788481153634430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=489788481153634430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/489788481153634430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/489788481153634430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-with-confrontation.html' title='The one with the confrontation.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SkpO9mbwsXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1Q-7roypqv0/s72-c/881099jar6sb49sf.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-297074884805668587</id><published>2009-06-27T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:35:08.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A weeks update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for the absence. I was suppose to update like days ago but was too lazy to type all these out.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am now, typing.&lt;br /&gt;My school holiday, well, how i spend it? Always out with bf.&lt;br /&gt;Recently watched Transformer Revenge of the Fallen with his little cousin, his mum, chacha and bf.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was awesome. I wish i have bumblebee with me. Guarding me from evil robots outside. haa~&lt;br /&gt;Very fun! Thank God i understand what the hell is going on cause bf was beside me mumbling and mumbling what is what. Thanks bf, appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before this movie, bf and I got into a fight. Suppose to be a small one but it turned out big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"B, whatever happens to us, I hope it will only make us stronger. I'm sorry for all the things that I have done to you. I really appreciate all the things that you do for me. And thanks for layan-ing my karenah all these while. You are a great bf. Hee~ Love you^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, school starts like this Monday. So the malas seh. How can they let us go to school when there's already like 400+ people have this disease? Haish. Lazy lazy. But then again I want to know my test result. Confirm 1 fail 1 pass. It's just a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh yah. One last thing, Congrats HUILING on passing ur insurance thingy and be an insurance agent now. I know you will do well. Love the meetups with Carlos. Should do it once in awhile and update each other although I'm always the last one to know. Yaya, free calls.&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/11001566-297074884805668587?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/297074884805668587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=297074884805668587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/297074884805668587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/297074884805668587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/06/weeks-update.html' title='A weeks update.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-8269839827346964957</id><published>2009-06-18T17:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T18:25:02.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic 3 days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meant to update few days ago but was too lazy and tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kinda hectic. Went out 3 days straight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From morning to night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Friday went to Queensway to buy my sister's slip on slipper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And bf went around to find some pants or ...  ouh wait. Before that we went to Jurong Point to buy bf's pants at this particular shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Nice and cheap. So he grabbed it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Queensway just walked around survey his shoe and we got ourselves sunglasses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got myself a wafer. I've been looking for it for a long lo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ng time and finally i found a cheap and cool-looking one. White and purple with a big frame. Thanks bf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bf one got broken so we're gonna go and buy some more  soon. I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next day, was suppose to go to Citylink cause bf's globe shoe was there and he wanted to buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But last minute plan change and went to vivo. Went we Ayu as she &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was on her way to work also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And an inpromptu plan, to watch movie right after Ayu finish her work, she agreed and we went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Along the way, since bf couldnt find the globe shoe in Vivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;, went over to Pacific plaza and thank God he got the last pair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If he happen to be late like 2 minutes, this guy who was aiming the same shoe might have bought it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lucky lucky bf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mesti lah, kene bird shit after that and all. Hah~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then head back to vivo to watch the movie. So hectic eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gy sane gy sini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The movie was fun. Ayu cannot keep her mouth shut. Actually same to me too. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The movie was terperanjat2 and half the time our hands were covering our eyes. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I enjoyed that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next day, bf family have this soccer outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole family went to Fico, we were practically picnic-ing lah down there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of food and drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the end of the day I got soo tired and sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though it was just going out to have fun, i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; got really tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But i enjoyed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SjoUavJQGWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/QfxcR2usL9g/s320/13062009049.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348609957020309858" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us fooling around while waiting for Ayu to finish work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SjoUavVooTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/U2WuMEV-td8/s320/13062009057.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348609957072249138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bf and me outside vivo waiting for movie time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SjoUafz89WI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_-H5TRrFvU4/s320/IMG_2679.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348609952904443234" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and the girls after the guys finish soccer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SjoUaK6mXhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-EmtwyqSQjo/s320/IMG_2676.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348609947295178258" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SjoUZxtcUmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/iXJ-Hc1FijA/s320/IMG_2634.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348609940529107554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The guys who played soccer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/11001566-8269839827346964957?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8269839827346964957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=8269839827346964957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8269839827346964957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8269839827346964957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/06/hectic-3-days.html' title='Hectic 3 days.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SjoUavJQGWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/QfxcR2usL9g/s72-c/13062009049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-4502053644760911842</id><published>2009-06-12T01:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:46:01.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a clumsy day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FCS paper was bullshit? Actually not the paper but me.&lt;br /&gt;I think I wasted a lot of marks as the questions are all the basic questions.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted!&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do now.&lt;br /&gt;Just have to do well for the re-test.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to stay for another 6 more months. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had the clumsiest day today.&lt;br /&gt;When I boarded the bus, my slipper drop off, and when I'm walking I keep stumbling.&lt;br /&gt;WTH! What is wrong with me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I got my first Crocs today!&lt;br /&gt;Yey! Bf bought for me. Crocs was having a sale at Suntec.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would own a pair of Crocs but yey!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Bf!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SjFCZotG2gI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ErccvB4BVZU/s1600-h/10044-122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SjFCZotG2gI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ErccvB4BVZU/s320/10044-122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346127240856263170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tmr gonna go out with Bf. He took half day off.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go Queensway jer.&lt;br /&gt;Then the journey will continue on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Heh~&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend people~&lt;br /&gt;Last paper tmr~  FIGHTING! ^^&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/11001566-4502053644760911842?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4502053644760911842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=4502053644760911842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/4502053644760911842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/4502053644760911842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-clumsy-day_12.html' title='What a clumsy day!'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SjFCZotG2gI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ErccvB4BVZU/s72-c/10044-122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-1090070373833216153</id><published>2009-06-09T04:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T04:29:53.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the CT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CT is like in a few days time. I'm still up now doing some revision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So far I only managed to do DAVT. Will do FCS tmr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So far so good. Can understand what I'm doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully the paper will be a breeze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just tahan for 2 more months and you're done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super fast lah~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Friends?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just long time we havent meet up. After my paper k people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still waiting for the escape theme park trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why not we do an over night as well? Like a camping trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cool right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will discuss again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had dinner with polymates recently. It was great catching up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I enjoy the laughter and reminise about year 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes Kash, we shall have another one with Carlos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Bf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; As usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for all the boring stuff this week.  Just had to lepak at my place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After my paper let's roam the whole of Singapore so that you won't be bored k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can play arcade too. I will be your time crisis partner this time. Heh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Okay I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait to work so that can help mum with bills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And for me to buy new stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the list, new laptop, beats by Dr Dre headphones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I so envy that guy who wore it that time in the bus. He's the first I've seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't think it is sold in Singapore. $600++ on ebay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WANT ONE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And shoes. That dr marten shoe really caught my eye and that crocs shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dammit! money money money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Korean craze?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Still going stronger than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will I ever get over it? Hah~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe. Maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can I? They get cuter by each day. Haish~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faster2 take korean lessons so that can understand what the hell they're saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess that's all for today. I still need to crack my brains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do a lil bit more revision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/Si1yLlep7cI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VtivbaDONKc/s320/20090506_2ne1_572.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 168px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345053876123463106" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This headphone! But theirs are custom-made specially for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For us normal people, it will be just plain black with red lining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I BADLY WANT ONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And ouh, I love this new girl group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2NE1. I want to be like them can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/Si1y_Nbd1rI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8eYGUbvRk1k/s320/20090531_bb_megashoot_pic45.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345054763020834482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HOT HOT &amp;amp; HOTNESS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can he be any hotter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY GD^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-1090070373833216153?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1090070373833216153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=1090070373833216153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/1090070373833216153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/1090070373833216153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-with-ct.html' title='The one with the CT.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/Si1yLlep7cI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VtivbaDONKc/s72-c/20090506_2ne1_572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-6290062622529036176</id><published>2009-05-20T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:58:18.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/ShLzKGGX4VI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rPO_47CV0y4/s1600-h/An+Cina+cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/ShLzKGGX4VI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rPO_47CV0y4/s320/An+Cina+cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337595863149044050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 21st birthday bf!&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing to say here cause whatever i want to tell you i already did just now.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're sleeping right now but we did a small preparation for you later.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like the small dinner we have for you.&lt;br /&gt;Love ya.&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/11001566-6290062622529036176?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6290062622529036176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=6290062622529036176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/6290062622529036176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/6290062622529036176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/ShLzKGGX4VI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rPO_47CV0y4/s72-c/An+Cina+cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-6376440473603238118</id><published>2009-05-15T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:49:57.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the picnic cum wedding cum arcade session.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that i am ever so slow with posting but what the hell, this is my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Just read and nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vesak day was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;We had our own little picnic. There are 6 cool people.&lt;br /&gt;Found a spot and quickly settled down.&lt;br /&gt;Talked, joked, laughed and spilled some tea onto some people's pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the girls had to attend some wedding while the 2 couple set off to play bowling.&lt;br /&gt;At bowling, we had our own coach to give us support and strategy on how to get a strike.&lt;br /&gt;Again loads of laugther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bowling, waited for the wedding girls to come back and joined us for an arcade session.&lt;br /&gt;Gerek kape arcade.&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine a group of girls play this soldier gun thingy game and we were like " eh i die already. coin! coin!".&lt;br /&gt;I think that was the best outing ever.&lt;br /&gt;Next outing, escape theme park uh eh carlos.&lt;br /&gt;Let's fix the date and go! cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/Sg1y0CTnGtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Jij9dCSKw40/s1600-h/IMG_2500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/Sg1y0CTnGtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Jij9dCSKw40/s320/IMG_2500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336047371801795282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us with all our different poses. Cool kape!&lt;br /&gt;k im being lame.&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/11001566-6376440473603238118?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6376440473603238118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=6376440473603238118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/6376440473603238118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/6376440473603238118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-with-picnic-cum-wedding-cum-arcade.html' title='The one with the picnic cum wedding cum arcade session.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/Sg1y0CTnGtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Jij9dCSKw40/s72-c/IMG_2500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-1000889683441326045</id><published>2009-04-10T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:45:40.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell is wrong with him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't feel like doing anything.&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/11001566-1000889683441326045?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1000889683441326045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=1000889683441326045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/1000889683441326045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/1000889683441326045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-hell-is-wrong-with-him.html' title='What the hell is wrong with him?'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-4051143802507926978</id><published>2009-04-08T02:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T02:37:24.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with being mature.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dammit! i tried to sleep early and woke up early but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;I slept at around 11plus just now and here i am in front of the laptop typing at 2.25am. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;How eh when school reopens. argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, bf was saying that i need to grow up and should start being mature. I was like wth!&lt;br /&gt;He said i need to stop listening to this Korean shit. Then what am i gonna listen to?&lt;br /&gt;Okay stupid answer but what the hell. He said i don't know what is reality and fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;Wth did i do? Okay yes i tend to get over the edge. Pics on the phone and humming to the song when walking. So? That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever bf, I didn't stop you from buying a lot of headphones when you already have like 3 at home. Or shoes or whatever. So let me have my own little fantasy to myself. It's not like I can get the guys to be my bf or something. They are like so far away unless they are here in Singapore lah! ISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do still love you. Hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ouhk2..i tink back bout u n me kan..it jus make me love u more n more.haish..cn i luv u more than i use to, than u luv me, than u luv urself..cn?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-4051143802507926978?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4051143802507926978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=4051143802507926978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/4051143802507926978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/4051143802507926978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-with-being-mature.html' title='The one with being mature.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-6117759907124889728</id><published>2009-04-04T04:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T04:37:20.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>v for vendetta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SdZzPGY4vGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Drh8O-6TdA0/s1600-h/115684363_bb695efc11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SdZzPGY4vGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Drh8O-6TdA0/s320/115684363_bb695efc11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320566713035045986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remember, remember the Fifth of November,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know of no reason&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why Gunpowder Treason&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Should ever be forgot.&lt;/i&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/11001566-6117759907124889728?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6117759907124889728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=6117759907124889728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/6117759907124889728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/6117759907124889728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/v-for-vendetta.html' title='v for vendetta.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SdZzPGY4vGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Drh8O-6TdA0/s72-c/115684363_bb695efc11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-7094371655456124692</id><published>2009-04-04T04:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T04:33:41.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with G-Dragon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Been sleeping late lately. I will be sleepy at like 4plus am. I don't know, I'm used to it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what will happen when school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Since i will be schooling 2 days per week only, I thought of taking up a job to occupy my time.&lt;br /&gt;But not now, maybe one month after school reopen, let bf's birthday pass first. Hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, i have my lullaby before i sleep now. I cannot sleep If i never see his face. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;He makes me scream in my heart. Nah~ not that. Like you know, the feeling... toooooo excited cause he's too cute. Aaaaaaaaaaannnnnndddddddddddd... he's not my bf. *shocks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Jiyoung!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Let's see his latest photo. Can he be any cuter? (Chandler's tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lolli lolli lollipop, ouh you're my lollipop~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SdZwSOTA_EI/AAAAAAAAAEw/guveeImahDU/s1600-h/090324gd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SdZwSOTA_EI/AAAAAAAAAEw/guveeImahDU/s320/090324gd3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320563468162628674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another picture of him, the older one. I like him in this too. Baby face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SdZw0NRHZZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jAvzBuZ7NgY/s1600-h/2vlr8z8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SdZw0NRHZZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jAvzBuZ7NgY/s320/2vlr8z8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320564052001777042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish. Alright. I think i can go sleep now. eh? No!&lt;br /&gt;Listen to his voice first. Hee~ then drift to sleep. Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And to huiling and carlos, dont roll your eyes when u read this entry k. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-7094371655456124692?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7094371655456124692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=7094371655456124692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7094371655456124692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7094371655456124692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-with-g-dragon.html' title='The one with G-Dragon.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SdZwSOTA_EI/AAAAAAAAAEw/guveeImahDU/s72-c/090324gd3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-3581342121618094970</id><published>2009-03-30T02:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T03:33:39.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with everything's okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/Sc_NAqogFDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/54x6_VB0Rr0/s1600-h/g-dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/Sc_NAqogFDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/54x6_VB0Rr0/s320/g-dragon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318695096275702834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After all the hectic that has been going on last few days, everything is somehow back to normal.&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not normal but good, i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Allhamduillilah, atok's health is stablizing and he had a change of ward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So there's no need to be on the look always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe he will be back in a few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bf's auntie just passed away due to breast cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe you rest in peace cik Hasnah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As for me, condition at home so far is under control. I so won't let mum be overseas anymore. I can't take the responsibility that she gave me. With my Ina not coming home and all. And the house is in a mess. Argh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School is like opening in a few weeks. Time-table is okay, only 2 days of school but the timing sucks. It took up the whole day and only the afternoon the next day. I want it to be morning, so that i can have the afternoon free. Haish. Should i appeal? Heh! So the malas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ouh ouh, and i love that guy in the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-3581342121618094970?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3581342121618094970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=3581342121618094970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3581342121618094970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3581342121618094970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-with-everythings-okay.html' title='The one with everything&apos;s okay.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/Sc_NAqogFDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/54x6_VB0Rr0/s72-c/g-dragon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-5730885049566817838</id><published>2009-03-27T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:55:05.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with all sorts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have some good news and some bad news.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like this week is really have its own ups and down. First off, bestie is so not in the mood to do anything. She lost her all the way to Changi. Then i passed my exams, that's for me. Third, bf's grandpa is in the hospital cause of his lung. They were saying his condition is critical and only a 50/50 chance of living. I feel sad for everybody. He's sleeping over at the hospital to look after grandpa. I hope grandpa is fine and that he only needs a whole lot of rest. Will visit him tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Carlos, cmon girl, i know you can pull this through. If you can do it last time, i bet this time would be simple. I know you are strong. Me and Huiling will always be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope maybe next week everything will start to look better. I myself feel so down and lost as i don't know what to do. With parents not in Singapore. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;Bad, bad week...&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/11001566-5730885049566817838?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5730885049566817838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=5730885049566817838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/5730885049566817838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/5730885049566817838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-with-all-sorts.html' title='The one with all sorts.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-7381161110333208892</id><published>2009-03-20T02:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T02:08:34.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the exam results.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tmr is the day that will determine by fate whether i will be sad or happy for slumber party. Well not tmr but like in 7 hours time!!&lt;br /&gt;I cant help it but feel so scared. I know that I wont get expel but i wish to spend one last semester in school.&lt;br /&gt;I hate school!&lt;br /&gt;Im so scared that i cant sleep not and feeling anxious. Scared anxious. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant update any further.&lt;br /&gt;Too DOTDOTDOT.&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/11001566-7381161110333208892?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7381161110333208892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=7381161110333208892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7381161110333208892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7381161110333208892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-with-exam-results.html' title='The one with the exam results.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-5713309889639262220</id><published>2009-03-12T03:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T04:04:37.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the craze.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is just me or am i just being crazy. Like overly crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever since the new korean drama just aired, i took almost 50% of my time on my computer looking for his most perfect picture to put as my wallpaper in my hp.&lt;br /&gt;After some time, i start to fantasize being the actress and getting the special treatment?&lt;br /&gt;okay ya. That's crazy alright.&lt;br /&gt;And staring at the picture hard, i realize somehow GO JUN PYO looks like bf in this angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SbgX2JcOPqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/iUkIHe6TL34/s1600-h/%EC%A3%BC%EB%88%84%EC%A3%BC%EB%88%84%EC%A3%BC%EB%88%84B%E3%84%B4_eheh2360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SbgX2JcOPqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/iUkIHe6TL34/s320/%EC%A3%BC%EB%88%84%EC%A3%BC%EB%88%84%EC%A3%BC%EB%88%84B%E3%84%B4_eheh2360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312021979498167970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay minus the mancong nose, the flawless skin and the hair. Look at it closely?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't he look like bf. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm berangan-ing too much already.&lt;br /&gt;I will soon get over it once the whole drama ends. Hopefully they come up with the third season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I cant wait for the slumber.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the laughing all night and food. and yey! can play UNO attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like 4am now and i cant sleep. same goes to Carlos.&lt;br /&gt;and I'm listening to the sound track over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;i think in one day, i listened to it like over 100 times.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, all these are just a phase.&lt;br /&gt;I have to start paying attention to reality now.&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/11001566-5713309889639262220?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5713309889639262220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=5713309889639262220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/5713309889639262220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/5713309889639262220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-with-craze_12.html' title='The one with the craze.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SbgX2JcOPqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/iUkIHe6TL34/s72-c/%EC%A3%BC%EB%88%84%EC%A3%BC%EB%88%84%EC%A3%BC%EB%88%84B%E3%84%B4_eheh2360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-5431889583211427514</id><published>2009-03-06T00:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T01:14:59.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys over flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. Maybe the Edward Cullen phase is dying out slowly on me because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found a new man.. man? no. more like a hunk to go gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's guy from the new korean drama i'm watching. Boys over flower. I know the drama kind of started months ago but I got hooked ever since i watched the first episode.&lt;br /&gt;The character Gu Jun Pyo, played by Lee Min Ho really melts my heart. I love it when guys are playing hard to get but also trying his best to win the girls heart. haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually this show was inspired from a Japanese drama. The korean just remake it. I havent watched the Japanese version but I bet the Korean are better. And ouh they said its equivalent to Meteor garden but what the hell, this is way better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SbAH7TI8t3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/6yRfDXMdW-M/s1600-h/20081227_hanyoridango_605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SbAH7TI8t3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/6yRfDXMdW-M/s320/20081227_hanyoridango_605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309752676001298290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ‘Iconic Love Story’ for those who wish to stay young at heart forever!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ‘Boys over Flowers’ is the highly anticipated remake of the famous Japanese comic book series. Jan-di, the Heroine, is the poor but bright girl who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has a strong sense of justice and full of vitality. She transfers to an exclusive high school where only the rich go. In there, she encounters with the four rich and quirky boys and experiences love and friendship.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The storyline illustrates the supreme fantasy that a dram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a can bring out the most. Each of us probably has an experience of admiring or dreaming of something. The drama ‘Boys over Flowers’ is the concentration of the admirations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the guy that i like in the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GU JUN PYO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SbAIKhDFuUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Fu19skyVhVo/s1600-h/JunPyo5-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SbAIKhDFuUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Fu19skyVhVo/s320/JunPyo5-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309752937432856898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's like this rich guy who later inherits his father company and you know all the bad boy stuff. Along comes JanDi, the girl who he fell in love and teaches him about the real world out there. Haish. Really. Telling the story here is not enough. You hav to watch him in action. I'm listening to their soundtrack and all of a sudden I get so hyper. I stayed all night watching their episodeS. After researching, I got to know they are only making 24 episodes.&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY WHY?!!&lt;br /&gt;Why dont they make like Princess hours. Haish. I'm currently at the episode where all the sadness are happening. I cried like thrice yesterday. I know you guys think I'm crazy but whatever. Let me have my romantic moment to myself at home. Right carlos? Just like you crying at night after watching hindustan and SOMEBODY called you which tried to spoil the moment. HAH! You know who you are.&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/11001566-5431889583211427514?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5431889583211427514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=5431889583211427514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/5431889583211427514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/5431889583211427514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/03/boys-over-flower.html' title='Boys over flower'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SbAH7TI8t3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/6yRfDXMdW-M/s72-c/20081227_hanyoridango_605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-2416051509091943071</id><published>2009-02-28T04:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T05:03:19.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the wisdom tooth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And so i went to the dentist today to extract my wisdom tooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought it was just gonna be a short painful one but nooo... it was rather long and yes the pain comes in rather slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I think this is my number one "most painful experience" i have ever felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When the dentist injected me with 2 shots of anesthetic, the whole right side of my face was super numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I can even slap myself without feeling the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;After eating the pills, ouh before that, they made me watch this short presentation on what exactly is wisdom tooth and blablabla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Took a look at my x-ray and was shock of the position of my tooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then starts the nightmare. They kinda cover my face, leaving my nose and mouth open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then they sliced up or made holes in the tooth and tried to wiggle it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The way the dentist did it is like he's trying to unscrew my tooth. The pressure is unbearable even though i felt numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The assistant even had to hold on to my jaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;After the tooth was taken out, the dentist asked me whether i would like to keep the tooth as a souvenir. Like wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The tooth was rather large. I was shocked to see it for myself. Can't believe the tooth that big got stuck at the corner of my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Well this is not the end. I still got 3 more teeth to go. Thank God i didnt agree to extract 2 teeth at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Right the pain is decreasing. Which is good. It kept bleeding just now. I was scared to open my mouth wide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;All in all a hella experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Just this little surgery cost like 600+. Phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-2416051509091943071?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2416051509091943071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=2416051509091943071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/2416051509091943071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/2416051509091943071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-with-wisdom-tooth.html' title='The one with the wisdom tooth.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-4615709904622019961</id><published>2009-02-25T02:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T02:46:51.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one where everything is done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;alas, exams are over, projects completed.&lt;br /&gt;but then, my heart still feels like something is not right.&lt;br /&gt;I have no confident at all that i can pass my second paper just now.&lt;br /&gt;but i did all the labs and tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man! i don't want to stay in that school forever.&lt;br /&gt;why am i lazy? Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now with all the school stuff done, i am just bored to death at home.&lt;br /&gt;mum's away in KL visiting dad for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;leaving the girls with me.&lt;br /&gt;staying up til late in the morning just staring at the comp and keep typing im bored.&lt;br /&gt;played facebook game like some freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bf is probably sleeping his ass off in camp.&lt;br /&gt;im so bored.&lt;br /&gt;wanna go out but no money.&lt;br /&gt;all of us is depending on the gst money which is only 200.&lt;br /&gt;enough? of course no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now im hungry.&lt;br /&gt;what else?&lt;br /&gt;and ouh, im bored&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/11001566-4615709904622019961?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4615709904622019961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=4615709904622019961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/4615709904622019961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/4615709904622019961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-where-everything-is-done.html' title='The one where everything is done.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-8047301142916936889</id><published>2009-02-22T04:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T04:13:22.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with exams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Busy with exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will update soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-8047301142916936889?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8047301142916936889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=8047301142916936889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8047301142916936889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8047301142916936889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-with-exams.html' title='The one with exams.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-603181757352147562</id><published>2009-02-02T10:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:20:26.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is near.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cant believe i left with 1 week of school.(This week not counted)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damn fast lah can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I havent finish some of the practical and there's this project about biomedical stuff which I dont know what the hell is going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haish!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just tahan another week and rush through everything and get it over and done with it.&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/11001566-603181757352147562?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/603181757352147562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=603181757352147562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/603181757352147562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/603181757352147562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/02/end-is-near.html' title='The end is near.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-6528171377769566611</id><published>2009-01-28T20:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T02:07:01.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get back on track.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lots of things have been going on since the last i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;But the major hurdles are over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Final project review went pretty smoothly with me just standing there, nodding at correct timing and listening to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;group mate&lt;/span&gt; talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this was the FINAL PROJECT REVIEW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt; well, no emails about having a second review.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All IS presentations are done. Whiny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;group mates&lt;/span&gt; are done too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All that is left to do are some practical labs and reports for submission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't believe I left with 3 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, celebrated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Huiling's&lt;/span&gt; birthday recently at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Teh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tarik&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a great gathering. Adding new people to the group and a few laughs here and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And THANKS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HUILING&lt;/span&gt; FOR THE TREAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOPE YOU LOVE THE PRESENT FROM ME AND CARLOS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next, I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; dying soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seems like i cant really breathe properly nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like shortness of breath. I looked up on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;symptoms are from lung cancer or asthma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;It's possible right. With me breathing in the smoke that bf smokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm scared. What if i can't breathe when I sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;It scares me. Maybe I should go for a check up or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lastly, I love my new skin. Hee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I don't think I cant get over Edward Cullen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture of him is HOT lah. I love vintage + edward cullen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's still not done yet. Need help from friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna make bf to pose the same pose as edward so that I can replace one pic to bf's pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coolness~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody stop me before I go crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/://www.myhotcomments.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="MyHotComments.com" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/a7/a7a0a7d3d517bfa48e1820ef552d1880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics/32025"&gt;MyHotComments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br clear="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-6528171377769566611?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6528171377769566611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=6528171377769566611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/6528171377769566611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/6528171377769566611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-get-back-on-track.html' title='Let&apos;s get back on track.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-3371938507831302519</id><published>2009-01-07T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:16:33.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with loads of stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly I feel so tired. Tired of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have loads of things to do and i have shit groupmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No offence to Her er. She stuck by me all the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rest. The China people taking advantages of me and Her er.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just sat there and do nothing and expect something to happen on its own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How i wish they have to repeat one more sem just because of a small module.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont give a damn. They deserve it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the boys. Just because i didnt do the important parts doesnt mean i have to do almost like half the project myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That J is really getting on my nerves. And the supervisor seem to think that hes doing all the job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuck lah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haish. Tired, tired, tired!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a few more weeks and the hurdles are gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I go back to my module and just go with the flow for next sem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Endure all the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as for bf, im sorry if i didnt spend much time with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With you finishing your BMT and work for 1 day and get 2 days off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just give me a few more weeks and im done okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-3371938507831302519?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3371938507831302519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=3371938507831302519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3371938507831302519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3371938507831302519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-with-loads-of-stuff.html' title='The one with loads of stuff.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-4636640405665158621</id><published>2008-12-30T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T02:01:00.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with long-tern relationship.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was shocked to hear the new.&lt;br /&gt;Was shocked that this thing could happen to them.&lt;br /&gt;It made me scared of losing it.&lt;br /&gt;It will be very wasteful to just throw away all those years you spend together into the drain.&lt;br /&gt;All those memories you create, little fights you had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahhh~ little fights.&lt;br /&gt;Little fights that accumulate itself and turns into a big pile shit.&lt;br /&gt;The shit which can ruin your life. Just ruin but not end. Well, maybe end it, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Bf about it.&lt;br /&gt;He said the only way to prevent it from happening is to control it ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Not some curse which you thought it was.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. But surely i don't want it to happen to me next.&lt;br /&gt;Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, mum is away in KL and left the girls here with me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored and kinda miss mum.&lt;br /&gt;Ouh ya ouh ya. I thought of opening a blogshop selling kain like Bf's cousin.&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's rare right selling kain. Nice kain lah.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see about that. Shall talk to sis about it.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&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/11001566-4636640405665158621?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4636640405665158621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=4636640405665158621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/4636640405665158621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/4636640405665158621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-with-long-tern-relationship.html' title='The one with long-tern relationship.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-8387395219971445313</id><published>2008-12-24T02:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:54:29.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the lenghty post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Well i guess it's time for me to update since like forever. Hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been busy with my own stuff. But i dont know what the hell i have been doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now having my holidays. I got tons to do but im just slacking off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come on. Give me a break for slacking. I have been a good girl going to school everyday this sem. I think. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, the new craze with me now is EDWARD CULLEN. i love EDWARD CULLEN but i dont really like ROBERT PATTINSON. u get what i mean. Heh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since sis bought the twilight book, all of us(the siblings) we engrossed with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I read like all 4 books in a month. Day dreaming while reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Edward is just soooooo DOTDOTDOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should i throw bf away for edward and since bf wants to be a werewolf so much from Van Helsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u guys seen what i mean. I am so totally in love with edward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not looking forward to the movie as you can see from twilight itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were alot of cuts here and there from the book. I guess they cant really act out all the specific little scene on the book but to me it counts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe they should make it like extended version or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That would be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that i finish all their books, its so boring. Like there's nothing new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want the story to continue after breaking dawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please stephanie, can you write somemore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Midnight Sun in interesting thought. Listening to Edward's side of the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you guys read it? Hope you guys can find it. Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to Edward that i almost forgot about my koreans now. Hee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at the post, almost half of it is about edward. Haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's change to a different direction for awhile now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bf's going to POP soon. Hope he gets whatever vocation he wants as long as he is happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A firefighter would be good. It kinda looks cool. WTH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will make you even thinner, not that u're not. Dammit! Why must u be the thin one now. Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huiling's birthday is coming up next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dont know what to get u but i still got month to think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cant wait for the gathering. So sorry that i havent been lepaking with you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive been tired tending to bf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ironing his uniform and all. Sunday night for me to rest and further more i dont have a single cent to go lepaking with u and carlos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe soon. When i start to work k girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well i guess thats basically it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss my girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE EDWARD CULLEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love bf and....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE EDWARD CULLEN.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283059893484626658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SVEy-3ZDouI/AAAAAAAAACo/gYNBT6832ug/s320/RobertPattinson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  isnt he just so HAWT!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-8387395219971445313?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8387395219971445313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=8387395219971445313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8387395219971445313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8387395219971445313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-with-lenghty-post.html' title='The one with the lenghty post.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SVEy-3ZDouI/AAAAAAAAACo/gYNBT6832ug/s72-c/RobertPattinson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-7914857469128703378</id><published>2008-11-17T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:30:25.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the hectic week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week was the most tiring week ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What with the Polympics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I joined the netball for fun with the guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had fun and got 4th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not bad for a 3rd year team, considering th rest are either yr 1 or yr 2 students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then was approached by some guy to join track and field for the event of 4x200m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i joined and won first. Yey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least got some medal out of the polympics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, the organisation for the Polympics sucks big time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So not totally planned properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didnt do any warm up for the netball so got aches all over the body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldnt walk or sit properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it was the t&amp;amp;f's turn, i thought i couldnt run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to the guys that we won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a long week in school i thought i could rest at home during the weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But no, bf's cousin had some occasion and was told to tag along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helped out here and there. And after that , have to help bf with ironing of his clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 SETS OF UNIFORM!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you know how hard it is to iron a uniform with LOTS OF POCKETS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went home at ard 2am after ironing just 1 set of uniform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday continue with the rest of the uniforms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bf packed his bag and off we go. Slept early cause theres class on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First class was a ten and got to know the class was cancel right after i reached school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How good is that and i was super sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anway, have a good week ya'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-7914857469128703378?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7914857469128703378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=7914857469128703378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7914857469128703378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7914857469128703378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-with-hectic-week.html' title='The one with the hectic week.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-8414208109412822329</id><published>2008-11-13T12:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:59:00.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the korean craze.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just last week the korean festival was celebrated here. As in here, SINGAPORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The korean artist from JYP entertainment came down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was Andy, Wonder Girls, 2pm, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So me and lil cousins all decided to go down to the airport to greet them welcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the way to the airport, we went through a lot of obstacles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny ones. Angry one. The whole journey was like a rollercoaster right from the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First off, we had to wait for ira at clementi interchange as she was from Nus campus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said she would be out by 6pm the most but we waited and waited and waited til it was like 7pm till she came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were all too excited that we kept on calling ira, and ira on the other hand did not answer the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once she arrives, we quickly hopped on the train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Upon reaching, we wanted to tap out. And guess what, we cant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause there's this such this 'OVERSTAY'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which my sister warned me about before and i told her where got such thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hah! All of us had to pay 2bucks for 'OVERSTAYING'. They said we stayed on the train for more than 2 hours. Like what the hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once passed through, we quickly made our way to Terminal 3(which ALL of us havent been there before).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had to take the mini-train, whatever they call it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once reach at Terminal 3, a lot of fans were already there. We found our spot and stayed there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of us were super hungry and we didnt want to eat first as it was already 8pm and the stars are arriving at 9pm, of course must get ready the camera and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even ira said, "Dah tk lapar uh". Hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again, we waited and waited and waited for the stars, finally like at 10pm they reached. Their flight landed at 9.03pm and they came out at 10plus. Like what the hell were they doing inside. Before that, we were keeping our eyes at the entrance where all the passangers will come out and the fans keep screaming at the wrong people. Hah! That made us in suspence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the stars came out, they lined up together and came out together. Soooo many pushing, sooo many screaming, sooo many flashes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the end, only yah and ira got a good full video of them. They were at the entrance of the aiport. Hah! All in all a good experience. Next time, not just airport but the concert itself. Too bad i missed the fanmeeting with jewelry. Next time, will go every event they have. Heh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanted to post the videos here but lazy. So ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-8414208109412822329?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8414208109412822329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=8414208109412822329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8414208109412822329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8414208109412822329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-with-korean-craze.html' title='The one with the korean craze.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-8289679235669992821</id><published>2008-11-03T12:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:41:08.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the koreans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to the airport today. Not fetching anyone or sending anyone away but....&lt;br /&gt;hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;The korean artist are gonna be here.&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooo me, sis and cousins are gonna be there and see them lah of course and take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I know this whole thing just sounds crazy but i still wanna do it. hee.&lt;br /&gt;They will be arriving at 9.15pm at Terminal 1.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to see Andy and Seo In Young.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad i didn't get to see their concert.&lt;br /&gt;Thought the tickets aren't gonna be sold anywhere but you need to buy something to get it.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, last minute got to know, a friend got a lobang on where to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;She bought it for 68bucks. dammit!&lt;br /&gt;But then again, i dont have money.&lt;br /&gt;Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in school now waiting for this 1 hour to pass before going to class.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it ends at 3 today. So yey!&lt;br /&gt;anyway i miss bf.&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/11001566-8289679235669992821?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8289679235669992821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=8289679235669992821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8289679235669992821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8289679235669992821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-with-koreans.html' title='The one with the koreans.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-2486758556298504046</id><published>2008-10-26T03:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T04:05:44.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a birthday.</title><content type='html'>I turned 20 sometime last week. My birthday isnt that great this year. Bf's out in camp. Gfs are busy with work. I'm stuck in school. All i did on my birthday was went to school and back home again. What a day. And it rained heavily that day, making me feel all blue. But all the wishes were greatly appreciated. Thanks everybody. At least they remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, spend time with bf during the weekends since he cant celebrate it with on Wednesday. Just hanging out and talked about our sweet past. It's also our third year anniversary. Very surprised that we are still together. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bf&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been alright for me just that i have this feeling that im gonna repeat my project. My groupmate sucks. ugh! It kills me slowly whenever im in that room. No reason why. Whatever to them and yey to mariam for coming to school for almost everyday now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-2486758556298504046?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2486758556298504046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=2486758556298504046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/2486758556298504046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/2486758556298504046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-birthday.html' title='What a birthday.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-8378769265553330258</id><published>2008-10-06T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T02:15:12.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with BF going to NS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I left with one day to spend with BF before he enters NS. I was told that for him there isn't any confinement. Meaning I can see him on the weekends. Hurray! Am I the luckiest girl or what having his NS near my house. Hee~ Well, even though it's near, who's gonna tolerate all my nonsense, who's gonna make me laugh and all. I'm gonna be lonely. My friends are all busy with attachment. School's in a week time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be going way too fast now. It's like finally BF is going NS. I'm gonna finish school soon. Super fast. My birthday is coming also. hee~ I'm not expecting anything this year. Sad sad sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, so far so good for everything. Just hope everything will go well in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Insyaallah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-8378769265553330258?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8378769265553330258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=8378769265553330258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8378769265553330258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8378769265553330258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-with-bf-going-to-ns.html' title='The one with BF going to NS.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-3429908789407979052</id><published>2008-09-28T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T02:46:29.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with preparation of Hari Raya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hari Raya this years seems to be a little bit meaningful to me. I think because i really know what it means. As in why we fast, what are the consequences and stuff. It's the first time i ever solat Terawih since like forever. All thanks to BF. BF taught me alot of stuff on what to do. Taught by his father. Even though grandma isnt here to guide at least theres BF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, the house isnt finished yet. I managed to clean the whole house window alone. Putting down the curtains and putting up a new one. Doing all these just adds to the excitement of celebrating hari raya. Only that this year i didnt bake any kueh. Too busy and noone to do it with. A lot of stuff have been going on lately but i guess all that come to a good end. A lesson to be learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick shoutout to Carlos who's birthday is coming. Like in 1 day time. 29th September. I havent think of what to get u yet but will come up with something. Sad thing your birthday is on Monday. So Happy Birthday.&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/11001566-3429908789407979052?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3429908789407979052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=3429908789407979052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3429908789407979052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3429908789407979052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-with-preparation-of-hari-raya.html' title='The one with preparation of Hari Raya.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-3886178473424407459</id><published>2008-09-20T05:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T06:12:44.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its all about us.</title><content type='html'>I realize that being in relationship is not as easy as you think. It's fun to have it but it's not easy to maintain it.&lt;br /&gt;If you have it with a patient guy, you are somehow safe as he tries to save the relationship when something goes wrong otherwise you're a goner.&lt;br /&gt;We girls sometimes think that we too are trying to save the relationship from breaking but instead of doing that, we tend to break it even more. Making the whole thing worst than ever. And the worst thing, you thought that you are doing the right thing. And when you think that you are doing the right thing, it's either not enough or it's totally wrong. I'm telling you it's not as easy as u think. It's about understanding each other deep deep deeper. Very deep that it may get a little complicated. Who am I kidding?! It gets super complicated. You have to think about the guys ego and us being not-too-over-protective. You know that kinda things. Things about whether or not your partner will like it or totally disagrees but pretend everything is okay. All these little signs u have to know and react to it. As for me, I'm super duper slow in these things. So ya go figure. Looking at those people having relationships makes me think on how they handle things. Do they take things seriously? Do they fight about what I've gone through or both of them just give up and break? I respect my parents generation on how they hold on their marriage for many many years, we can see already how our generation is going to be like. Just look at the relationships, small fight = break ups. Haish. And i really respect my bf for being so patient with me even though i got on his nerves all the time. Suddenly everything just side track abit. I'm tired from all the raining in my face. Gonna go take a nap. So good night everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-3886178473424407459?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3886178473424407459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=3886178473424407459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3886178473424407459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3886178473424407459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-all-about-us.html' title='its all about us.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-7494940573664347862</id><published>2008-09-01T11:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:38:25.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The grass is greener..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For some reason today looked fresh to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i first stepped out of the house and looked at my surroundings, it just feel so refreshing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it because today is the first day of Ramadhan. A pure month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It makes me feel like doing all the right things from scratch. First thing, to pray all five times a day plus the terawih after isya and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kinda like this feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am i changing or is this just another "a for moment" thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wont say i try my best cause it will ALWAYS turn out the other way round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for now, let's just make the best out of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selamat berpuase everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-7494940573664347862?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7494940573664347862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=7494940573664347862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7494940573664347862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7494940573664347862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/09/grass-is-greener.html' title='The grass is greener..'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-3922085912799811714</id><published>2008-08-09T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:09:12.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with owning everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; My day started out with meeting the girls as it has been such a long time. We decided to lepak and somehow landed in coffee bean. Sat down and talk crap as usual. Huiling and carlos with theier stupid songs condamning on each other. It's funny though. Walked around jp and at 4 had to meet b to go Creative cause he's gonna buy a new mp3. I hate him for having all the new products. haish. He bought this creative zen mozaic. It's small but the functions are the same as creative zen only with a built-in speaker. It's like super small lah. Smaller than my palm and can play video. But i still prefer the creative zen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232194408034399698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SJx9F76s9dI/AAAAAAAAACg/jXuuRk0ae0M/s320/mozaic.png" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After buying the mp3, we walked around as creative is having sale. Like super cheap than the original price. Found a speaker that cost 19bucks. Can you believe that?! So i decided to buy that so that i can exhange with him the smaller one which i bought before. Why does he have all the new products?! I want a freaking wallet and i havent bought one yet. Haish. Somebody buy me something please? hee...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-3922085912799811714?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3922085912799811714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=3922085912799811714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3922085912799811714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3922085912799811714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-with-owning-everything.html' title='The one with owning everything.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SJx9F76s9dI/AAAAAAAAACg/jXuuRk0ae0M/s72-c/mozaic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-8348269992493611636</id><published>2008-08-08T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:46:35.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the leap years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met b for breakfast this morning. It's been like a week since i met him and he only lives just behind my blk. Ate breakfast as usual and talk. Catching up on the times we've missed. After breakfast head down to his house to watch The Leap Years. WE were suppose to watch, but in the end i watched it alone only to be distracted by him when he's playing game on the internet. Joined him and we versus each other or darts skittles and pool. I win most of the time. He got pissed. Guys. Egoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yea. Went home and slept cause i think i woke up super early today for breakfast. Woke up, eat dinner and blablabla. Okay. I always do this. I type halfway and i got lazy to type the rest of the story. so yea. ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-8348269992493611636?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8348269992493611636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=8348269992493611636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8348269992493611636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8348269992493611636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-with-leap-years.html' title='The one with the leap years.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-7405394395122209196</id><published>2008-08-07T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T00:54:19.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was reading back my old entry. The purpose of doing that was to find out why Farah and Fauzi fought but i didn't write what happened cause i was too busy with falling in love. Kids! So yea. I read from the day i started the blog which was when i was in sec 5. I cant believe it already like 3 years. Hah~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I laughed and laughed about how little things cant bring a SUPER BIG impact in my life when i was 3 years younger. Maybe i am still like that? Hah! How i got pissed about small little things and all the vulgar comes out. How b cracks his jokes. How i got angry at people for gossiping about huiling. I can still remember it clearly like it was yesterday. I am so thankful that all these memories are written down and i can just read it anytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All in all, i miss my secondary school friends. Had a chat with the "stooges". Thats what we called ourselves last time. Cute isnt it? The moment the MSN window opens up, the screen was goind up super fast and there are only 3 of us chatting. Thats how chatty we are when we are together. And Fauzi said he missed these conversation. Last time we would hog on the phone, the 3 of us, from night til morning. Gossiping about almost everything. They are the friends who help me be myself again. Sad that we kinda drifted apart cause of too busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish everything was like 3 years ago but even better in some ways. Minus the backstabbers and the bullshits. Gonna go sleep now. Having breakfast with b tmr a Mac's. Its been a long time. Anyyo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-7405394395122209196?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7405394395122209196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=7405394395122209196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7405394395122209196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7405394395122209196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-with-memories.html' title='The one with the memories.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-3844286338200932834</id><published>2008-08-04T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:30:22.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had the mosr weirdest dream today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dreamt that i was dating guess who... JOKER from the dark knight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my dream he still had his face like that only its looks way way better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he has a hot body. Like with all the six pac and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's tall and dangeroussssssssssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At that point of time, he was this muderer. Singapore was having war because of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was like the Hitler or something and i became his favourite girl out of a sudden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still wondering how that happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, he wasnt by my side all the time, half the time he was killing people and half the time i was running for my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So at one point they had a special function, those invited were only the joker's friend. Those who were in his good books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was of course one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sat right up at the front in this convention center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He gave me presents and all for dont know what purposes and then he was gone again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i only get to contact him through SMS which is kind of hard cause he was gone killing people again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yea. The dream had to stop cause my mum woke me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope i can continue my dream with the HOT joker of mine. heee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's kinda lame right?  but i like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And and congrats to SUPER JUNIOR who won the nest korean artist in MTV asia awards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are actually in Malaysia. I think everyone was there. All 13 of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haish, no wonder i feel sungmin was near me. hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-3844286338200932834?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3844286338200932834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=3844286338200932834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3844286338200932834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3844286338200932834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-with-dream.html' title='The one with the dream.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-6438283813913568177</id><published>2008-08-01T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T16:37:03.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with final review.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had my final revie in the morning just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How should i describe it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IT WAS MY WORST NIGHTMARE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think the lecturers purposely trying to shoot me as much as possible just because i never attend their classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even so, don't bring that matter in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because you are not in favour of me doesn't mean you have to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First off, the fatty asked why i didnt come and all and i had to do make up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fine. I'm totally fine with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While doing the presentation, the panel asked about the work distribution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which we divide ourselves to software, hardware and research power point and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was assigned researched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey! Researched doesn't i just sit around all day and watched my groupmate do the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think the panel misunderstood us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They thought i was just lazing around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like really pushing me down lor. What are they trying to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though i never come to your classes doesnt mean i never do anything for the project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Infact, i was the one started off doing the exercise which matters okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think i am more familiarise with the project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel so hurt for no reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the miit lab lecturer still can ask me this question " so siti, do you have anything to back yourself up?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What kind of fucking question is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARGH! i'm so pissed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those panel reviewers thought i dont know a single thing to whatever they have done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so pissed that i panic-ed about failing the project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so pissed that i thought of quitting school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so pissed that i dont know whether i could go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, i'm really pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then again, my parents paid for the damn fees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and furthermore, its my last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think worst come to worst, i'll just have to repeat another semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think all these are to blame my laziness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All these have got to make me wake up. OMG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What the hell is happening to me. Why do i like being so carefree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why why why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no use crying over spilt milk. im regretting for all the slackings at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel like a loser....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-6438283813913568177?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6438283813913568177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=6438283813913568177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/6438283813913568177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/6438283813913568177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-with-final-review.html' title='The one with final review.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-4053731642554747949</id><published>2008-07-23T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:14:47.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with anny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today marks the 33rd month of me being with b.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We didn't see each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He just silent himself today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what he did at home. Maybe tmr i shall  meet him for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhoots, tmr is the lab test which i don't have any idea how to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's only 5% so what the hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At most me and kash would be surfing all the way in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Need to meet supervisor tmr about the report.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think i need to make some adjusment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then 3 hours break. What the hell am i gonna do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think just borrow some dvd and watch somewhere in the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's if im not sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Farah just now on the way home from JP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As usual we talked. I think if we happened to sit together and talk, it will take more than 1 day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lots to catch up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My teeth is still in pain. Have not gone for the surgery yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, i just want this damn teeth out of my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-4053731642554747949?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4053731642554747949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=4053731642554747949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/4053731642554747949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/4053731642554747949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-with-anny.html' title='The one with anny.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-3587548072710924049</id><published>2008-07-20T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:55:54.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with wearing tudong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was being lectured by b for like almost 1hour i think about wearing tudong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he asked me whether when it was my turn to wear one since i have been solat and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's the point of solat but never wear tudong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He went on and on and on and at one point, tears just roll down my cheek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told him i was pressured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking about this and that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling confused. Haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not that i don't wanna wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just so sudden. And to this, he will shoot me back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What is it that is so sudden?" " You're embarassed wearing it to school?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He still wanted to go on even when i said i was pressured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think i stopped him. Haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dilemme uh you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want him to be dissappointed and at the same time i'm not ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like he expects more from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i just can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think my friends would know how i feel. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With all the FYP stuff. Projects here and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't even have holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Report due this week, presentation in 2 weeks time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG OMG OMG!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-3587548072710924049?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3587548072710924049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=3587548072710924049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3587548072710924049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3587548072710924049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-with-wearing-tudong.html' title='The one with wearing tudong.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-4945984127890017137</id><published>2008-07-17T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:20:11.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got super duper lazy.</title><content type='html'>Honestly, i don't know what's making me uber lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I just love staying  home and do my own crappy things in my cosy little room.&lt;br /&gt;Just this week i have been skipping class like 3 whole days.&lt;br /&gt;And exams are right around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to sit for my retest today.&lt;br /&gt;The retest which i also JUST FOUND OUT TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;Out of don't know how many, only 5 came.&lt;br /&gt;Out of this five, 4 wanted to take the retest today.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me all alone for tomorrow's retest.&lt;br /&gt;Fook them, i just want to study for mine since i was missing half the time for that module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is like the most shity-est day EVER!&lt;br /&gt;First the retest. Second the toothache.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know toothache would hurt this much.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like pulling the damn tooth out right now this moment.&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me slowly.&lt;br /&gt;When i keep still, as in not munching or whatever, wah berdenyut like fook eh.&lt;br /&gt;Wah piang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you have to study for the damn retest with this damn pain which berdenyut,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether i can concerntrate or not.&lt;br /&gt;THE PAIN IS UNBEARABLE.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even eat proper food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ciao for now.&lt;br /&gt;I have to double concertrate on MIIT now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-4945984127890017137?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4945984127890017137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=4945984127890017137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/4945984127890017137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/4945984127890017137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-got-super-duper-lazy.html' title='I got super duper lazy.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-3018783945297865274</id><published>2008-06-16T02:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T02:28:24.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have nothing to update but here's what happened for the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;Fathers' Day was celebrated at Teh tarik with anuar's family.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda felt like extra. I was the only 'outsider'.&lt;br /&gt;There was like 10 dishes on each table.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how much was the cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the days before, nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;Just slacked around at home and work.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped work the other day cause was too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea.&lt;br /&gt;I just cant wait for the slumber party.&lt;br /&gt;It's just fun hanging out with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;With all the things planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, tomorrow working.&lt;br /&gt;Boo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-3018783945297865274?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3018783945297865274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=3018783945297865274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3018783945297865274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3018783945297865274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-2102546603794632634</id><published>2008-06-07T02:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T02:33:28.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with cleaning up the room.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhh~ like finally i have cleaned my room after such a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i did it alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I moved all the funitures, rearranging to a different position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know, like feng shui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will sleep better. You guys should try it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rearraging your bed or whatever every few months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhoots, b bought his camcorder today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He bought this cannon, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which i recommend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. HEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its kinda cool. Since he wanted that thing for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought of giving him that as a birthday present but the price is so nice you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208837631143324418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="132" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SEmCOlj8KwI/AAAAAAAAACY/wy4tPiBo_uc/s320/fs11.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I'll ge him something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The thing that he wants the most after the camcorder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll tell you guys what it is when i bought it for him okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So just now went out with Carlos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went bugis then to Lot1 then to Jurong Point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And went home like at 7pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went shopping but none really caught my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i only bought this skirt which i have been looking for a long long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got nothing to say now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-2102546603794632634?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2102546603794632634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=2102546603794632634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/2102546603794632634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/2102546603794632634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-with-cleaning-up-room.html' title='The one with cleaning up the room.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SEmCOlj8KwI/AAAAAAAAACY/wy4tPiBo_uc/s72-c/fs11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-5491076463494389884</id><published>2008-06-04T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:56:15.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the bitching.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont understand why she had to say that kind of things about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though it was a long time ago, still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After i heard what really happened, i teared a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It kinda hurt a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean if you dont like me or i am a nuisance there or i am a burden to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can u please say it straight to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the first place, I dont even know you that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didnt even talked bad about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In fact i even wanted to know you more since our age gap arent that far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess what i heard things about you are really true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im just waiting for the right time to maybe be sacarstic to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may look decent in front of you but im just waiting for the right time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dont think that you are perfect to even call me that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dont think i act stupid in front of you family doesnt mean i am okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh! im so frustrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;b said i shudnt as shes like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But my heart is still burning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day you will get it, FOR SHO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so gonna flunk MIIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-5491076463494389884?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5491076463494389884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=5491076463494389884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/5491076463494389884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/5491076463494389884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-with-bitching.html' title='The one with the bitching.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-1084159711037677427</id><published>2008-06-04T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T00:43:14.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the common test.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am suppose to study for my common test tomorrow and look at me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to give up!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so many facts, so little time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow, 2 paper down, 1 more to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taking a break and talking to carlos about our next slumber party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CANT WAIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Theres gonna be fondue and spag and sandwich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All these for just 3 people. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And carlos said this "..one thing's for sure, this party is not gonna be an emo one."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hell yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOSSIPS GOSSIPS AND MORE GOSSIPS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay. Randomness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently sis just got graduated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kinda feel so proud of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant wait for my turn. You know, the feeling of your parents being proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its hard to explain but im sure you guys understant what im trying to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay. Thats all for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have yet to know a story about me from b.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SOMEBODY always have something to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-1084159711037677427?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1084159711037677427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=1084159711037677427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/1084159711037677427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/1084159711037677427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-with-common-test.html' title='The one with the common test.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-8907234283835241735</id><published>2008-05-29T09:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T09:09:24.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the FYP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am in project room now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel so sleepy. How i wish i was at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But tomorrow's the presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my group havent even done a single thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bet we will be rushing like how we did for the first one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One more day to go before really studying for the common test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so feeling super lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At times, i even want to quit doing what im doing now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if i did that,  i will be wasting my 2 bloody years in school which cost like a thousand over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tahan tahan tahan!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After common test i can rest for 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully fox will call me asap so that i dont need to give schdule for SR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My groupmates are having their breakfast now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And im in class waiting for them to start the thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay. Gotta go now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-8907234283835241735?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8907234283835241735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=8907234283835241735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8907234283835241735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8907234283835241735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-with-fyp.html' title='The one with the FYP.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-6090538163648562843</id><published>2008-05-27T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:14:54.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast with mr HOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spent like 3/4 of the day with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We woke up 5am together and solat subuh together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As planned as before to have breakfast at Mac together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went out of the house at 7am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we used the coupon which can get a burger free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And after finishing my first meal i bought another one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The new mcgriddles, the bread is not any bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its the hotcakes plus the syrup all in one. I like~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We sat there til like 10am. It feels so great to wake up early and do things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Theres a whole lot things that i can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that, head to mr hots house and watched CJ7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Touching movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we play monopoly which i got bankrupt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And mrHOT still made a suggestion that if i kiss him he will deduct 1000bucks from my debts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I owe him like almost 50 thousand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhoots, went home like 5plus. Yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From 5am to 5pm. coolness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay. I gotta go study now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-6090538163648562843?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6090538163648562843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=6090538163648562843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/6090538163648562843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/6090538163648562843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/05/breakfast-with-mr-hot.html' title='Breakfast with mr HOT.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-6651087448473247634</id><published>2008-05-22T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T00:46:08.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the event.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was excused from school today.&lt;br /&gt;Had to do this event thingy with carlos.&lt;br /&gt;Asked Kash along. We were suppose to be student helpers.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what we did there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. First off we went to Bukit View sec to fetch the kids there.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to leave the school at 740am, end up 815am.&lt;br /&gt;Hah! When reached there, assembled the kids and we are free to so anything.&lt;br /&gt;Except carlos, as she needs to go to this peranakan musuem.&lt;br /&gt;Ouh ya. The event took place at ACM, Ancient Civilisation Museum, at Raffles Place.&lt;br /&gt;So this peranakan Museum is like approx. 2.4km from ACM.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine carlos walked all the way there, we havent ate breakfast mind you and it was super hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for our turn to do our job, me and kash when out to get some food.&lt;br /&gt;We only found Polar and burger king.&lt;br /&gt;After that head back to ACM, chill at the river room and almost fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;with the air-con and the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the kids were back from their activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch, mcchix with no lettuce and no mayo.&lt;br /&gt;blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;Then we did our judging.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all we did.&lt;br /&gt;So basically, we did nothing lah.&lt;br /&gt;Its like holiday from school.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is project day&lt;br /&gt;I always dread project day.haish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annyo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-6651087448473247634?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6651087448473247634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=6651087448473247634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/6651087448473247634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/6651087448473247634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-with-event.html' title='The one with the event.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-3695944217753126491</id><published>2008-05-20T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T00:30:05.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to my baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c1.magmypic.com/uploads/0/ff/0ff0dd6860a892656929e77d3073a26a_HOT_sm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He turns 20 today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;May &lt;em&gt;Allah&lt;/em&gt; bless you with many good things and good health so that you can look after me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gigyamailbutton.com/wildfire/gigyamailbutton.ashx?url=aHR*cDovL3d3dy5naWd5YS5jb2*vd2lsZGZpcmUvd2Zwb3AuYXNweD9tb2R1bGU9ZW1haWwmdXJsPWh*dHAlM*ElMkYlMkZ3d3clMkVtYWdteXBpYyUyRWNvbSUyRmdldGNvZGU=" target="_blank" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxMTIxNDIyNTgxMiZwdD*xMjExMjE*NDM5MjY1JnA9NTQ3ODEmZD1wYXJ*bmVyK2RhdGEmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.jpg" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-3695944217753126491?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3695944217753126491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=3695944217753126491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3695944217753126491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3695944217753126491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday to my baby!'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-7746074647039820067</id><published>2008-05-15T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:26:49.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the heavy traffic jam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was Tuesday and i had class at nine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up early with the intention to go to class as i've missed that class twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Board the at 815am (journey is 1 hour), and expecting to reach school at 915am the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the end, i reached school at ten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you believe it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know what was holding up the traffic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The wasnt any accident or whatever. It all started at the road before ITE Clementi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The jam took like forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, i myself cant believe i reached school at ten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lecturer sent email saying i missed the class for the third time already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I emailed her back saying what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which i think to her its just an excuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She just told me to come to her class early to do some work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like that advise help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I should come to school early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No &lt;em&gt;terhegeh-hegeh&lt;/em&gt; anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maye right after subuh i will bathe and do something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should change my attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its my third year already. Haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think im gonna sleep soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow is project day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know what we are going to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;b's out with sulaiman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let him have some boys day out. hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-7746074647039820067?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7746074647039820067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=7746074647039820067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7746074647039820067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7746074647039820067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-with-heavy-traffic-jam.html' title='The one with the heavy traffic jam.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-7099071526142522713</id><published>2008-05-09T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:35:02.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG-TIME PROCASTINATOR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all blame to this PROCASTINATOR thingy that we quarelled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I intended to go to school late as I was super shag from the first project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, the presentation was kinda good but the lecturer said that some of the facts were wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT, he said the way i present it was satisfaction and he understood about what i was saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOOD! GOOD! GOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay. Back to the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i intended to go late and told him that i will come around his house to eat breakfast lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean we havent seen each for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So just a breakfast together would be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So before i INTENDED to go to school, i wen to take a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i woke up super late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I decided not to go. HAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So he called me again, saying whether i went to school or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blablablabla. He didnt mind at first but when it was the second part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DOTDOTDOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i made a second plan to meet him after his Friday prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said i will swing by after asar ard 430pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it would be easier right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can go home before mahgrib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I eager to meet him BUT after praying for zuhur and waited for asar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fell asleep and woke up at like 630pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He never even called or msg me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i gave him a call after isyak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was still sleeping, he said he missed mahgrib all because of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i felt so guilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said he waited for till like 5plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He heated up the food, prepare coke for me so that we will have a pleasant meal together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he said he cannot trust my words anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel SUPER SUPER SUPER guilt after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told him i didnt do it on purpose and when its all fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I deserve it and its okay if he dont trust my words anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he replied not to put my soul in the drain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was already in the drain when he said that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh! Its so DOTDOTDOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But again, i didnt mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its all because of the procastinator lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhoots, we are okay now but i still think that its not solve properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only met him for a while in the morning to pass the maus to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAISH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-7099071526142522713?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7099071526142522713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=7099071526142522713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7099071526142522713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7099071526142522713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-time-procastinator.html' title='BIG-TIME PROCASTINATOR!'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-829752056023768831</id><published>2008-05-06T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:29:34.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello! Here I am again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im doing my project now and tomorrow is the submission, or was it yesterday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its the research project thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday went home at 2am. Was doing project at one of the girls house at Bukit Timah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was SUPER SHAG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can u imagine sitting there with a bunch of chinese people who thought they I don't understand chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're not talking behind my back but the conversation and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was super bored as I just sat there and did the power point presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Joel said that tomorrow we are going to stay back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I asked him, "Are we going to go home late again?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he just answered that I could share a cab home with one of the guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DOTDOTDOT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhoots, havent been catching up with b.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been very busy with school stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not busy, more like struggling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No school on his birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought of making up for the loss time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What should I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to do something different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something refreshing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I MISS HIM!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay. Gotta go back to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will update again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-829752056023768831?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/829752056023768831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=829752056023768831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/829752056023768831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/829752056023768831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/05/projects.html' title='Projects!!'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-3139481279194289840</id><published>2008-05-05T11:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:10:14.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the lunchbox.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have made an achievement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started praying, for the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just the thought of judgement day... indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhoots, after waking up for subuh I cant go back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So tried to memories some prayers and played PSP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later b called saying he will bee cooking for me his &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'FAMOUS BLACK PEPPER FRIED RICE.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i go.." yey!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And packed for me a box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like a primary school kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im munching his fried rice now in the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant believe the guy who cooked for me this fried rice is the guy whom i was head over heels with in back in secondary school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, bottom line is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HAVE A SUPER SWEET BOYFRIEND!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196740835451244354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SB6IQZ7Wj0I/AAAAAAAAACI/U2foBt2YKss/s320/Cheeeez000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-3139481279194289840?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3139481279194289840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=3139481279194289840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3139481279194289840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3139481279194289840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-with-lunchbox.html' title='The one with the lunchbox.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/SB6IQZ7Wj0I/AAAAAAAAACI/U2foBt2YKss/s72-c/Cheeeez000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-8105970384301766796</id><published>2008-05-02T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:39:02.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think me blogging will be an on and off thingy.&lt;br /&gt;I will blog when I feel like it and when i have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; in year 3 now. SUPER JAM-PACKED schd.&lt;br /&gt;Whats with the project and modules. At times, i feel like giving up. But then again, its my LAST year. Why waste it?&lt;br /&gt;Project presentation is next and we're half way only.&lt;br /&gt;I got another 2 project about research which is also due next week. I feel like im going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Do i have to go through all these to get a diploma? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and.. i own a PSP now. Yey! Thanks to sis. B owns HTC TOUCH DUAL. And i thought of getting a touchscreen phone but easy to use. B's is kinda hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh ouh. b got his NS letter BUT not the enlistment. Only the date he has to go check up for the 2nd time plus the date he's going to get enlist. Guess when? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7TH OCTOBER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW SAD! And my birthday is on the 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;This year's birthday is gonna be a lonely one. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im gonna take a break from all these shits.&lt;br /&gt;bleargh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-8105970384301766796?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8105970384301766796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=8105970384301766796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8105970384301766796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8105970384301766796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-again.html' title='Back again!'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-2151856421894356190</id><published>2008-02-16T02:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T02:44:21.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boyfriend is an ass!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other day i was working when b texted me saying he knows when super junior is coming to singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got excited as SMentertainment havent even confirmed the schedule and i heard rumours that they are coming over in May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So b told me the concert will be on the 17th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he also said that it was shown on MTV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At first i didnt believe until he said 'up to u lah whether u want to believe or not'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after that i got all excited and worked like a happy-go-lucky girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being so cheerful at work wasnt my thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that was how i was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After i got home, b can texted me saying the whole thing was fake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isnt he an asshole. Making my hopes so high. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn that guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow there's gonna be a BBQ pit at my aunts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cant wait to see aisy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so toodles now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-2151856421894356190?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2151856421894356190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=2151856421894356190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/2151856421894356190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/2151856421894356190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-boyfriend-is-ass_16.html' title='My boyfriend is an ass!'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-2472849576279573072</id><published>2008-02-03T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T03:54:23.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the new manager.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had work just now as usual on a typical weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Came in at 2pm when my schduel is at 12pm. Good eh?&lt;br /&gt;Had a new manager, Luz from Forum.&lt;br /&gt;Also a Philippines. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;Such an ass.&lt;br /&gt;We were short of manpower and she keeps ringing the damn bell asking us to do stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F**king ass. Why don't you come out and help us instead of just standing there.&lt;br /&gt;Argh! She'll just go 'ting ting ting' do this do that.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how i will get along with her.&lt;br /&gt;I bet she will quit sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;Being a manager in SECRET RECIPE doesnt last long.&lt;br /&gt;It's been cursed.&lt;br /&gt;So those who wanna work here, even as service crew, think twice.&lt;br /&gt;You're entering Hell.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hell for me again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;What's with the manage and the staff.&lt;br /&gt;I hate new staff. They really sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Argh! Even i was not like that when i first came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough complaining. It wont make a difference right.&lt;br /&gt;Okay then. I shall head to bed.&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-2472849576279573072?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2472849576279573072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=2472849576279573072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/2472849576279573072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/2472849576279573072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-with-new-manager.html' title='The one with the new manager.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-6756006982672104129</id><published>2008-02-01T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:28:43.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my korean friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay. What happened before is settled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eventually, he texted me saying that i deserved and apology but he's not gonna cause he's not in the wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he said he didn't like me stomping off just like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So bla bla bla and it was settled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhoots, i got myself a korean friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's 26 and a uni student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good-looking. I wish i could out his photo here but i dont have one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course he can speak english if not how the hell i communicate with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay yea, he's cute but old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay gotta go back to tutorials now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;annyeo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-6756006982672104129?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6756006982672104129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=6756006982672104129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/6756006982672104129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/6756006982672104129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-with-my-korean-friend.html' title='The one with my korean friend.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-1872534295975842376</id><published>2008-01-27T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:42:42.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with being tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So its my fault that I was tired?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So its my fault that I just took a nap in the train?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So its my fault that we didnt spend time together cause you were busy working and doing overtimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just took a nap so I can be awake when we watched the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I even asked you twice when we reached the interchange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you very well. You wouldn't want to go if you said no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now, you said it was my money and he have no say to whether he wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like what the hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you were the one suggested to watch movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont understand you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess if we happened to talked face-to-face, you would have bombarded me with all sorts of sacarsm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saying goodbye that way wasnt right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You made me feel angry and i stormed off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always hated this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why are you doing this to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Argh! You have been this way this past few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being sacarstic and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess you are not patient enough with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe we should have a confession day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been a long time since we do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really hope we could sort this out tomorrow or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or maybe tomorrow things would just settle by itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haish. Lucky theres Super Junior's new song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It helps me from crying a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hah! So dramatic but true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saranghaeyo Super Junior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-1872534295975842376?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1872534295975842376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=1872534295975842376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/1872534295975842376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/1872534295975842376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-with-being-tired.html' title='The one with being tired.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-1056140971988442971</id><published>2008-01-26T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T01:10:51.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They are coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG! OMG! OMG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THEY are coming here. Here as in Singapore!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like finally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who? Who else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPER JUNIOR!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yessa! They're&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;coming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their 1st asia Tour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT. It's only rumours not confirmes yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Told b that im definitely going and asked him not to stop me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It will be at Singapore Indoor Stadium of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bet the tickets are gonna be like hundred over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont care. I wanna go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its like once in a lifetime opportunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to see them come here often okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anybody wanna tag along if they really are here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would love to go together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SUJU HWAITING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-1056140971988442971?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1056140971988442971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=1056140971988442971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/1056140971988442971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/1056140971988442971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/01/they-are-coming.html' title='They are coming!'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-7919094000333651859</id><published>2008-01-24T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:28:20.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Obsessed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im watching Sungmin on CHUNJI and Eunteuk on KISS THE RADIO right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haish. So bored. The internet is lagging so the pictures keep stopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm watching them through the webcam for your info. And it's live okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so bored that i have nothing to say but i feel like blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can i go bla bla bla bla all the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just as to fill in the space?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay okay. Ina have this crazy idea of sending Super Junior a gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Send it to SM Entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i thought of giving them a teddy bear wearing a shirt with their names on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So there will be like 13 bears altogether.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their names in hangul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i bet the posting fee would be like 50plus bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yea. That's my idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll see what we can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5igKOJpsrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fapJd5v4DeY/s1600-h/1de366513efb0924a3a0376b4f8c89c6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159049470610617010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5igKOJpsrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fapJd5v4DeY/s320/1de366513efb0924a3a0376b4f8c89c6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-7919094000333651859?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7919094000333651859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=7919094000333651859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7919094000333651859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7919094000333651859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/01/obsessed.html' title='Obsessed.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5igKOJpsrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fapJd5v4DeY/s72-c/1de366513efb0924a3a0376b4f8c89c6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-6932000373777688722</id><published>2008-01-24T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T01:37:29.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with Lee Sungmin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I totally lost myself in the korean world. Out of a sudden I have the urge to listen to all the songs in Super Junior Second Album. I'm melting due to Sungmin's voice. His voice is just.... I don't know what to say. It's like magical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His voice improved tremendously man. I'm sure Sungmin's fan would also think so. And I kinda regret buying the first set of the album. After I bought it, a few weeks later, I found out they made a repackage WHICH have a bloody new song. Damn it. I think I'm gonna buy another one. The one with 'Man in Love'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haish. Am i crazy? Even b thinks I'm crazy. Too much of korean things. haha! I even made a korean friends. He's hot but old (26). His english is not bad. Now I'm waiting for his email reply. He's still in Uni. So I guess he's super busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sungmin!!! When are you going to come to Singapore and have all your photos signed? haish!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright alright! Mariam, SNAP OUT OF IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm losing my touch with the reality world. ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until here then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sungmin, saranghaeyo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5d6wOJpsqI/AAAAAAAAABs/F0VCyuFrsg0/s1600-h/1_959496676l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158726867027079842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5d6wOJpsqI/AAAAAAAAABs/F0VCyuFrsg0/s320/1_959496676l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-6932000373777688722?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6932000373777688722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=6932000373777688722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/6932000373777688722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/6932000373777688722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-with-lee-sungmin.html' title='The one with Lee Sungmin.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5d6wOJpsqI/AAAAAAAAABs/F0VCyuFrsg0/s72-c/1_959496676l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-3188524852214414159</id><published>2007-12-16T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T02:36:43.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the entry. FINALLY...</title><content type='html'>Gooooooooodddddd morning..!! I just came back from work. Actually no. Was lepak-ing outside my house with b playing taitee. Long time never blog. The last time i did, was a long entry and this fucking lappy didnt save it. So i decided to give up. But i changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, lots of things happened in between my absence in the blogging world. How my lappy got spoiled. How fucked the common test was. How funny some people's life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish. There's alot in my head but I cant put it here. There's too much. If i put it here, i guess all of you will be bored reading it as i will be talking crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so tired. My body aches. One more day to work and i can rest for the whole week. Shopping for that shoe, that shirt, that everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Im gonns go to sleep now. Too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Ronald. Fuck off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-3188524852214414159?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3188524852214414159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=3188524852214414159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3188524852214414159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3188524852214414159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-with-entry-finally.html' title='The one with the entry. FINALLY...'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-4464357851387333015</id><published>2007-10-05T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T08:25:04.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with super junior craze.</title><content type='html'>Okay i know its been months that i update but here i am now... updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been so busy with laziness.&lt;br /&gt;I got to know my exams result long ago and I have to repeat one module.&lt;br /&gt;Haish. The one i dread most. DEL!! ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;Nvm then. I will take my time to settle all this things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, im working.&lt;br /&gt;We have a new manager, a butch.&lt;br /&gt;I hate her. I dont know why but i hate her.&lt;br /&gt;Once i purposely didnt turned up for work and she cancelled the rest of my working days for the week.&lt;br /&gt;what the hell. I dont freaking mind.&lt;br /&gt;Its good anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i got up early because my stupid sis let a small kitten in and she didnt even know.&lt;br /&gt;While i, who is sleeping, can hear the cat meowing.&lt;br /&gt;How stupid can she be. ugh!&lt;br /&gt;Thank god ina was there.&lt;br /&gt;She picked up the cat and brought her outside.&lt;br /&gt;its not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, im crazy over korean band now. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;Especially SUPER JUNIOR.&lt;br /&gt;13 members in one group.&lt;br /&gt;BUT i only like one of them&lt;br /&gt;HOTNESS~&lt;br /&gt;well not only one but all lah except for one or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 eeteuk (leader)  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 423px" height="423" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h118/LaDee02/64fbeb50.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-4464357851387333015?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4464357851387333015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=4464357851387333015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/4464357851387333015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/4464357851387333015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-with-super-junior-craze.html' title='The one with super junior craze.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-2142552854577803533</id><published>2007-08-30T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T00:05:24.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the eye.</title><content type='html'>What a day. First off, i had my eyes infected by sore eyes from my sister. SHE'S AN ASSHOLE!!! argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, because of her I cant do anything. Like tomorrow I was suppose to have netball at Kallang and now I can't go. I can't even see without my lense. Argh! SICKENING! And and, my eyes swells up real bad making me look like a freaking korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know sore eyes would hurt this much. And when I woke up from my sleep, it'll be hard for me to open them. It's like my eyelids were being glued. Everyone in the house got it except for granny and last sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY NORMAL EYES BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, QURAISHAH stay away from him!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-2142552854577803533?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2142552854577803533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=2142552854577803533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/2142552854577803533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/2142552854577803533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-with-eye.html' title='The one with the eye.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-7658690970750301869</id><published>2007-08-01T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T03:11:04.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the skin.</title><content type='html'>Yey! I just changed my skin. Ouh well, I was suppose to do my maths revision now. Heh! Thursday is the CCT!! Haish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired. Shall revise later after I'm done with the IS thingy. Actually I got nothing to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I could say is that just now I went to watch "ALONE". The plot is nice. The story is not bad. Yea. You guys should go and watch it.&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/11001566-7658690970750301869?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7658690970750301869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=7658690970750301869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7658690970750301869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7658690970750301869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-with-skin.html' title='The one with the skin.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-5552806206065953764</id><published>2007-07-19T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T17:03:10.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one about the retest.</title><content type='html'>I'm in the library and it's 5pm now. WOW!!! Mariam is in the library in the late afternoon. That's rare to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had to. Just killing time while waiting for 530pm for the DEL retest. &lt;em&gt;Sianz. &lt;/em&gt;I got dismissed at 2pm. Went straight to library and chill. Watched KING OF QUEENS and then got sleepy. Slept for about 1 hour and then do a little bit of revision. I got a slight headache now. I have no confident at all in this paper. So what the hell. I just try my best. At least a little flipping will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between me and b, it's settled. He said no point keep on fighting. Both party won't be happy yea. Not worth it at all. So yesterday we had our dinner at KFC. It felt right. As in, that is how it was suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orite. I'm gonna take a rest now. Watch Reba or something.&lt;br /&gt;So, toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-5552806206065953764?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5552806206065953764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=5552806206065953764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/5552806206065953764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/5552806206065953764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-about-retest.html' title='The one about the retest.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-4283160241652603698</id><published>2007-07-16T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T00:55:55.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one about the major fight.</title><content type='html'>There. I did it. I did the most stupidest thing ever. Not that is stupid but very unaware of my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first time we ever had a major fight together. After he confessed what he did, I confessed mine. (Well ,I thought saying the truth whould make things better) When he heard what I had to say, he was dissappointed and never want to trust me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt guilty of yesterday eventhough it was just a gathering. It wasn't suppose to be a gathering at first. It was suppose to be a spring cleaning the whole shop. Then I don't know for what reason. somebody told me the plan was changed last minute. Saying there are having supper at Changi and then head back home. THAT was the new plan. But knowin them, of course they would want to chill and hang around and talk. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought our food at the Changi wherever it is and then head down to Pasir ris park to eat. There we talked and joke. Then we went rounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole journey, I was feeling guilty for not telling me I was doing this and I was having so much fun with them at the same time. I checked my handphone every hour just in case he sent me a text or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he didn't care about me at all the day before, until he told me he was expecting a call from me. And he got fed up waiting and went clubbing instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he lectured me just now, I cried even before we talked about this. And the things he said really made me scared of losing him. And I was really touched when he hugged me and said "I don't want to lose you, you know that. And you do this to me." I know he was crying when he said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b, I know you care about me and you will be damn worried about me than my mum will. After tonight, I regret doing all those things without you knowing. I know you will say no use regreting about things that have already been done. Yea, but I am. I am so sorry to have hurt your feelings and I feel shitty that you don't trust me anymore. I dont't know whether  you mean the things you say about you're not gonna care about whatever I did and I don't need to ever tell you when I'm going home all that. But I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I am sorry for what I've done and I don't want to lose what we both had build together these past months. I am still crying right now thinking about what just happened. Now I know the space you occupy in heart is large that if you leave it, my heart will be empty...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-4283160241652603698?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4283160241652603698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=4283160241652603698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/4283160241652603698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/4283160241652603698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-about-major-fight_16.html' title='The one about the major fight.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-1748662474114422286</id><published>2007-06-25T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T01:51:50.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one about he misses me.</title><content type='html'>Ola~ I'm back. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got loads to tell man. I soung so uncool suddenly. Ahaks! Okay. Let's start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My events management is DONE!!! OVER! OFFICIALLY OVER. Well, no officially but we are done with the event. What my group did? My group did a combination with Kash's group and we went to the Clementi's Primary school daycare and entertain the kids there for half of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were noisy and uncontrollable at first, but as we carried on, it turned out fine. I had fun actually. Taking care of the brown group.Very cute and sickening at the same time. Throughtout the whole event, I learnt to be more patient with kids and sometimes we have te be strict. I can't be that lah. I'm soft. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing the project, I went home since I finish kinda early then I expected, put down some of my stuff and went out again. Had an outing for Ram since he's going back to Philippines. Haish. Kinda miss him hanging around in SR. He called everyone in the moning to bid his last goodbye and only afew picked up. Hah! Well, I was sleeping. Sorry Ram!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all of us miss you at SR. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Chacha's working at my place. Haha! Just now was the first time I worked with her. She's worked better than me when I first started. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tomorrow is bac to schol again. Can't wait to get my result. Eventhough I just did some flipping, I'm eager to know. Hopefully I didn't fail any module. I don't want to have a re-test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna sleep now. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-1748662474114422286?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1748662474114422286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=1748662474114422286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/1748662474114422286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/1748662474114422286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-about-he-misses-me.html' title='The one about he misses me.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-3502812992212187977</id><published>2007-06-18T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T02:36:57.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with b's attachment.</title><content type='html'>Here I am again. Haish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last time I am gonna see b. He's going for his attactment for 6 months. Yea I know it'sm just an attahment but he's gonna be busy and no time for me. I'm not asking for anything but haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, he got the attactment that he desire. I am so happy for him. He got all worried and never eat because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, CONGRATS BABY. GOOD LUCK IN YOUR WORK AND GO DO YOUR THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay next, Ikha's not following us for Ram's farewell gathering. Like OMG!! There's not going to be fun without her. Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since today was Fathers' day, Serect Recipe was almost full house and these people keep coming in . Can't they just sit somewhere else? Argh! I had to leave by seven to have my last dinner with b. I felt bad la. I'm so sorry kay people. It's either my boyfriend or my job. Heh! I'm going to quit anyway, so who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having dinner with b, window shopping at FOX since I got dozens of voucher from my sis. A 20% discount. Heh!! 2 things for me and 2 things for b. I didn' get much for my pay but wat the hell. I am gonna SHOP, SHOP, SHOP till I die. Take that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, good news, Suzee ordered cupcakes from me!!! ME! yes me. She wanted it for her cousin's wedding. Well, this is our first attempt. Havent tell my sis yet. She'll be delighted to hear this. I can't wait for the decorating and stuff. Not only Suzee but b's cousin is also ordering. think. They are asking for it though. I'm so happy. Heh! I havent tell sis yet. I'm sure she will be delighted to hear this. Thanks people for supporting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm going to lala land now. I'm working tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Haish. I miss my baby's hug. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Nights and have fun sleeping. Heh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-3502812992212187977?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3502812992212187977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=3502812992212187977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3502812992212187977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3502812992212187977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-with-bs-attachment.html' title='The one with b&apos;s attachment.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-366987025273744339</id><published>2007-06-14T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T02:57:22.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with "Im lazy to update"</title><content type='html'>Okay. Time to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMON TEST is so over!! Yey! I did studied hard for it okay. But a last minute one. But i feel like I already did my best except for FOOP cause I couldn't care less. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the common test I had no break. Straight go back to work. Haish. So bored. But then again, Ram is going back to Philippines soon. So might as well hang out with him a lot before he goes. Secret Recipe is gonna be so dull without him. Bitchy Ram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having an outing for him. Onthe 22nd though. So almost all the senior service are not going to work. I already booked my off days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoot, b is going for his attactment like in 2-3 days time. Damn!! I am so gonna miss him. Haish.. He's going for his interview today, as in at 8am. I just hope his schedule won't be so pack so that I can see him at least once a week. Argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feel like crying just now talking to him. Overeacting eh Mariam. He's just going to work not like he's going overseas or something. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh ouh, I know I am alittl too late but I'm hooked with Princess hours now. Those korean guys are damn HOT lah. Especially JOO JI-HOON. Argh!!! I go goo-goo-gaa-gaa while watching the DVDs. That hot model. How I wish I was his princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I wanna continue watching my DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;So taa~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-366987025273744339?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/366987025273744339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=366987025273744339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/366987025273744339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/366987025273744339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-with-im-lazy-to-update.html' title='The one with &quot;Im lazy to update&quot;'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-378826410017282369</id><published>2007-05-23T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:18:57.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the children.</title><content type='html'>Had my Events management disscussion today. It was a long one but it turned out to be okay. Disscussed at Clementi MacDonald's and head down to Clementu Primary school to meet the in-charge. Confirmed with her what we're gonna do and we're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the kids there, I didn't know how to start mingling with them. Maybe because Im not good with kids. They're a group of Primary 2s and 5s kids. Yea. Those hyper kids. They have this center in their school for kids with lower income and for those parents who don't have the time to look after their kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea. Heard a lot of comments from them. Just stood there and laugh quietly. Heh! Yun Loong was using this perfume, not a very strong one, and this kid said "Who's perfume so strong &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;? Very smelly&lt;em&gt; lei&lt;/em&gt;. I cannot breathe" ahaks! All in all a good trip. Im just worried when the time comes when I have to interact with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enough about the kids. I went home straight after that. Was suppose to work but lazy. They called me and I lied that I was still in school doing project. Heh! When im busy means Im busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, b is working tonight. Night til morning. Haish. Only met him for awhile just now. Hope he goes home early than expected. He's schooling and working until morning. Thank God its only for one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ouh, I've checked the common test timetable. And guess what? I have paper from Monday right up to Friday. Like OUH MY GOOODDD!!! Im gonna die. I bet im not gonna do well. Haish.. Gotta start studying. Gotta tell kennie I cant work. Yey!! But boo at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I got to go now.&lt;br /&gt;Will update again.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-378826410017282369?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/378826410017282369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=378826410017282369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/378826410017282369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/378826410017282369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-with-children.html' title='The one with the children.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-4972523085526807223</id><published>2007-05-23T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T01:08:17.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the funny incident.</title><content type='html'>Hellos again. Im here to update my oh-so-outdated blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, let me start with b's birthday. I got him his NIKE AIR STAB SHOE, which was suppose to cost 129bucks but they charged me like 100 lesser. Heh!! Apparently they keyed in the wrong digit on the NETS thingy and I only paid 1bucks plus for it. WOOHOOOTSS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us were damn shocked the next day when I checked my balance. Til today, I still can't believed that just happened. Heh!! Nothing much happened on that day. Just that we had our dinner at Swensen's and I ate the Chocolate crunch. Yey! Was craving for that for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, my sis and I is starting a lil business of our own. We bake! Yea. We bake. We bake cupcakes. Those who want to orders please just tag on my board. I wil get back to you and explain what is gonna happen next. So far, 3 people ordered. Yey!! I shall upload the pictures up shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys will gives us your support by ordering my lil cupcakes. Okay dearies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh ouh, last but not least, I MISS MY BESTIES!! I wouldn't say that Im a bestie cause I hadn't really been there for them. I gues they must be thinking that Im busy with my own life and I dont need them. No no. It's just that I don't have the time. Haish.. I especially miss FARAH NADIAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah, if you're reading this, GOOD!! Just want you to know that I miss you so so much. Haish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So emo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h118/LaDee02/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GIANT cuppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h118/LaDee02/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blossoms(flowers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 323px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="422" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h118/LaDee02/Image004.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blossoms(butterflies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, those who wants to order please tag on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-4972523085526807223?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4972523085526807223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=4972523085526807223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/4972523085526807223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/4972523085526807223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-with-funny-incident.html' title='The one with the funny incident.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-1820547231849262857</id><published>2007-05-08T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:11:07.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the VANS shoe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Went to Far East Plaza today just to get b's VANS ERA shoes. Haish. Thank God it can be found in the other LEFTFOOT shop, if not. I'm dead. He'll get fed-up and everything wil go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, while shopping for his things, we went into revoltage and I find the girls tees are nice. It was also cheap. So decided to get one first. When my next pay comes, I'll get a couple more. And and, I wanna get my Everlast maryjanes. Yey! B alread bought my Puma bag and next I'm gonna get another Adidas handbag at LEFTFOOT. I think they're having sale. Coolness!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062221870987337762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/RkCf-Ipp4CI/AAAAAAAAABM/QEuQvhfJHKs/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt; the tee(cyan) the carrier(the pink heart)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062222334843805746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="222" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/RkCgZIpp4DI/AAAAAAAAABU/jPJZmdn6xCU/s320/Image001.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;     REVOLTAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-1820547231849262857?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1820547231849262857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=1820547231849262857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/1820547231849262857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/1820547231849262857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-with-vans-shoe.html' title='The one with the VANS shoe.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/RkCf-Ipp4CI/AAAAAAAAABM/QEuQvhfJHKs/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-7793333939498374529</id><published>2007-05-04T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T01:02:01.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the cupcakes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After experimenting a few times. Both me and my sister manage to find the right and perfect recipe for our cupcakes. We did it!!! Like finally. haha!! I will be putting up some pictures. Those who wants to order from me, just tag me and I will get back to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cupcakes we did just now is for my sis's friend. Her birthday present. This is just our first project and I think we can do better the next time. Please give us your support. Hees..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060378393714483186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/RjoTVopp3_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/nkxag9vUN-A/s320/Image002.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060378986419970050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/RjoT4Ipp4AI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mcQwJqnrayc/s320/Image001.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;Okay theres more pictures but im lazy to put it. So those who wants to order, just TAG. Orite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-7793333939498374529?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7793333939498374529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=7793333939498374529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7793333939498374529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7793333939498374529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-with-cupcakes.html' title='The one with the cupcakes.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/RjoTVopp3_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/nkxag9vUN-A/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-5572955816364572207</id><published>2007-04-26T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:50:44.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with working too much.</title><content type='html'>Finally, AGAIN, i got to blog. My life is currently spinning like a top. Like so damn fast. I know its kinda my fault for being too soft-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SR needs people to work currently cause they don't have enough staff. So i have to work. Kennie, the manager said just tahan a little while more before he employs people. Ouh cmon, for how long am I suppose to wait? Im schooling and am struggling with my studies eventhough its just the seceond week of school. argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b is kinda angry with the whole thing. He said that I should think of myself. Im schooling and working. I know he cares. Thanks but dotdotdot. Asked a friend about another job and he told me that Giodana is hiring people. Got the headquater number and gonna call them soon. Cant taham anymore!!! Waiting for chacha's answer. I think we're gonna work together. Haish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b is gonna go for attachment soon and I am not gonna see him a lot. I guess he's not gonna celebrate my birthday with me plus hari raya. Ouh God!! This is just his attachment which i gonna be for 6 months. What if he goes NS??? AArggghhh!!!! See, my life is spinning round and round very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what else to say. Hopefully this phase will go off very soon and be back to normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-5572955816364572207?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5572955816364572207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=5572955816364572207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/5572955816364572207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/5572955816364572207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-with-working-too-much.html' title='The one with working too much.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-2770124880017447631</id><published>2007-04-14T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T14:09:48.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one a lot of things happening.</title><content type='html'>My life have been good so far. Boyfriend is good, family is good, friends are good, money is good. Yey!! Not a lot but im satisfied. Somethings are a little complicated but I like it. You know, the thrill. Like should I continue or dotdotdot. Can't really say much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's gonna reopen soon. Can't wait but I havent buy a new bag yet. Haish.. Aiming that puma bag. B!!! When are we going Vivo again. Hurry up &lt;em&gt;lei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just by chance that I could blog. Start work at 4pm. So yea. Got time to relax and stuff. Work is a little shitty. Petty customers who can't forgive me for a little mistake and complain to my managers. Just because I forgot to give her her cutleries. Damn that woman. I should have spitted in her food before I serve. Argh !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Got to clean the house and wash up.&lt;br /&gt;Blog again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-2770124880017447631?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2770124880017447631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=2770124880017447631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/2770124880017447631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/2770124880017447631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-lot-of-things-happening.html' title='The one a lot of things happening.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-5095756554504226648</id><published>2007-04-03T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:29:02.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the exams.</title><content type='html'>Finally this three weeks are almost over. Tomorrow I'm having my exams and no more school for me. Yey!! Then I'm left with one week of vacation. Nevermind. At least I'm kind of  satisfied with my progress during the summer school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Friday. East coast, here I come. Ouh ouh, before that. My ex-classmate planned to having the last outing together since we won't be in the same class anymore. They planned to have a swim at Jurong Complex and then watch Ninja turtles. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;, my sis just bought their DVD yesterday at JB. She bought all those movies that I was planning to watch. Thank God! Save money. Heh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work have been a lil shitty day by day. I find that malay customers are worst than chinese. They are just simply &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IMPATIENT!!&lt;/span&gt; Why don't you, motherfookers, put yourselves in our shoes and then you'll know how we feel. Don't expect your food to come in just a click when the place is full of other customers who haven't even got their food. GOD!! I just can't stand these kind of people. I thought malays should be the one being more understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mister yellow-squared-face guy, we don't need your charity that you give unsincerely. In fact, we don't want your money. Without you, we'll still survive. So you and your family can go and die!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much and have a goodnight sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-5095756554504226648?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5095756554504226648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=5095756554504226648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/5095756554504226648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/5095756554504226648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-with-exams.html' title='The one with the exams.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-2254411350236846404</id><published>2007-03-27T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:40:25.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the tight scheduel.</title><content type='html'>Finally I get to rest and don't need to go to work. But that's only for today an fri. Hish.. Jennifer has been employing people and all of them to me are not suitable. Im not trying to brag but like they don't fit uh. Unlike me, Suzee, Ikha and Ram. These people rock man. Heh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I've been doing the cutting cake section. Yey!! Its more relaxing uh. Just cut the cake, pack it and done. Then the cleaning and the counting a bit sucks lah. But so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the summer school, I think im progressing. Heh!! But i missed one class today. I overslept! Dammit!! No more oversleeping. Rushed down to school for the afternoon class and sat there for 1 hr only. Thank God chapter 4 is just calculating the table thingy. Not so difficult to understand. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this whole summer school ends, I am so gonna take a vacation. Not overseas but just chill with b at ECP!! YEY !!! This is for the both of us since he's gonna have his attachment soon and we wont be meeting so often. Haish.. Endure for 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright. Im done. Gotta get ready. Meeting b later. Take a shower and off I go.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-2254411350236846404?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2254411350236846404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=2254411350236846404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/2254411350236846404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/2254411350236846404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-with-tight-scheduel.html' title='The one with the tight scheduel.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-3220842769207666608</id><published>2007-03-19T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T12:28:46.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the summer school.</title><content type='html'>Finally I get the chance to update my blog. Im in school now doing my summer school. Oh well, I deserve it. Not attending school and all. What the hell. No use crying over spilled milk. I'll buck up in this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what have I done for this past few weeks. Firstly, i have been really busy with work. Work, work and work. To earn money. Since it's the holidays, might as well I make money so I can spent it when Im free. Heh~ Got close to 600bucks this month. I know its not a lot but at least I got money to buy what I want to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh ouh, and thousands of apologies to those who tried to contact me.&lt;br /&gt;To huiling, so sorry I can meet up with you. I've been working till closing and start early morning the next day. Cant really lepak now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Farah, sorry for not picking up your calls. About the netball thingy, aku penat lah. Sorry eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who wants to make some plans with me,  before you make plans, please tell me in like 1 week in advance. Yea. Okay. Kpeesh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I want to do some things that I havent been able to do when I was super busy. So till we meet again when Im free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-3220842769207666608?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3220842769207666608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=3220842769207666608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3220842769207666608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3220842769207666608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-with-summer-school.html' title='The one with the summer school.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-5494573424327240942</id><published>2007-02-18T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T01:52:24.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one about everything.</title><content type='html'>Alright. It's been days since I update. Let me start from the 14th of February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Valents' day and where did I go? I didn't go nowhere. And I didn't celebrate Valents' day either. Went over to b's place straight away after watching the dance floor. b had a little accident while playing soccer. He sprained his left ankel. So rushed down, bought for him a bandage (cause i don't know where I put my ankel guard) and gave his little ankel a little massage. He got a little bit better but still in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 15th, b got his PSP. That idiot! Being pampered by his parents too much. Was begging about PSP the day before and got it the next day. Hmph !! I'm gonna buy one soon and I make sure it's better than yours. Bluek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, Mum asked me to go to the market with her since I'm not schooling. It was a drag!! Just sat there like one idiot while she go buy the stuff. After that, she also asked me to make &lt;em&gt;baju&lt;/em&gt; for the &lt;em&gt;raye&lt;/em&gt;. So like the early lah. Hish!! I made this &lt;em&gt;baju kurung&lt;/em&gt;(a-line cutting) yey!! In the afternoon at 6, went to work. So worked for 4 hours since there wasn't enough people. And Simon was in-charge. WOOHOOO!! We were closed like so early. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today's working was even better. I only worked for 2 hours. How great is that. 12 to 2pm. All outlets are closed at 2 due to the CNY thingy. Yea! Tmr I'm working full shift and double pay. Yey!! But confirm packed and tiring like what Kash said. Haish~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, to all my chinese friends. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GONG XI FA CAI !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I think I'm going to bed soon.&lt;br /&gt;Nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-5494573424327240942?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5494573424327240942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=5494573424327240942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/5494573424327240942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/5494573424327240942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-about-everything.html' title='The one about everything.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-8576842326148490799</id><published>2007-02-13T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T23:15:45.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the slippers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Went over to Queensway Shooping Center today with b today to survey on slippers. Unfortunately, they weren't a lot of choices for the girls nike slipper. And since b said that Jurong Point has a lot of variety,might as well I get mine at Jurong point. So b bought his at Queensway and mine at Jurong Point. The nike slipper I wanted was too pinkish so I decided to get this adidas one. So here are our slippers. Yey !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031037709942526706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/RdHWJEC4EvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S7Qtr8hb2v4/s320/Wat+the+...017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My CHILWAH adidas slipper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031038663425266434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/RdHXAkC4EwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/E8QcEQbS1L8/s320/Wat+the+...016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;b's MATCHPUP SLIDE nike slippers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031040411476955922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/RdHYmUC4ExI/AAAAAAAAAAc/O1uABPk67rs/s320/Wat+the+...013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-8576842326148490799?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8576842326148490799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=8576842326148490799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8576842326148490799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8576842326148490799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-with-slippers.html' title='The one with the slippers.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/RdHWJEC4EvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S7Qtr8hb2v4/s72-c/Wat+the+...017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-4228149460239358909</id><published>2007-02-10T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T17:04:53.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one about the exams.</title><content type='html'>This week has been a bit shitty yet fun. Firstly, I had to study for my maths paper yesterday. I really really started studying on Thursday night. Woohoo!! Not bad for a person who never comes to class. Heh ! And what did I do on Monday til Wednesday? I already planned to study but the plan obviously didnt work. I watched TV, sleep and eat. What a life. Heh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper was okay but of course there's one or two question that I didn't know how to do. So yea. Whatever. After the paper, had my lunch with b at KFC. Then head home. Came to his house at night. Taught me how to play &lt;em&gt;taiti. &lt;/em&gt;Ya, I know. Like finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then head home at around 6am, I think. Then b decided to eat the food under his block. So yea. We ate and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to follow b to Kak Ash's place to set up something. Wanted to follow but I am so tired !! I might as well stay home and try to get myself to study AEL. Argh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh ouh, Jennifer, my manager, msged me this morning asking me to come to work on Friday. Haha !! And before, I told her I had my last paper on that day so she ask me to come at 6. Heh !! So, it'll be from 6-11pm. No problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so like Suzairhe said, HAPPY HAPPY MOOD MOOD EVERYONE!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-4228149460239358909?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4228149460239358909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=4228149460239358909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/4228149460239358909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/4228149460239358909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-about-exams.html' title='The one about the exams.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-5334810017096576258</id><published>2007-02-05T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T18:05:22.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the headphone.</title><content type='html'>That day was the PDA charger. And guess what it was today? A set of headphone. Argh ! Guys and their stuff. Die die have to have it on the stop. If never get, they'll get angry, fed up and whatever they can feel. Then they create stoopid stories about us girls. What can we girls do? Just &lt;em&gt;tahan&lt;/em&gt; with what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we went to Creative after his class. Went there and the headphone he wanted was sold out. Got fed up. I suggested to go to IMM and check it out, he groaned and stuff and said it was too far. In the end, we walked our way there slowly. Reached there, there were a lot of headphones to choose from. Being him, don't want this, don't want that yadayada. But then again, you have to be fussy when you're buying something that is costly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, he bought this audio-technica headphone which cost quite cheap then he expected. He also bought its earphone (the plug-in one). So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to his place and he tried out. Asking me and his sister whether he looks okay in it. He looks okay in it. Too bad I can't post his pic here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I have to go now. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-5334810017096576258?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5334810017096576258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=5334810017096576258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/5334810017096576258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/5334810017096576258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-with-headphone.html' title='The one with the headphone.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-4940269439831160431</id><published>2007-01-31T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:36:42.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one about SPORE vs THAI.</title><content type='html'>Okay. Again I never went to school today. Laziness has taken control of me. Seriously I couldn't be bothered with school anymore. Not that I don't want to study but dotdotdot. Haish~ MAYBE I will start studying maths tmr. Paper is next Friday. Ouh ya, I have COMPRO practical this Friday. K whatever. Hope everything will be over and done as soon as possible. Insyallah, my second year, I will with a fresh attitude. Heh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game between SPORE and THAI was .. what should I say? Dramatic? Hah! How can they not play when Spore was given a penalty? Thai thai.. Protest some more, you'll get disqualified. Furthermore, you still got another game what. I think this is the most dramatic game I ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was transfering money this afternoon and got to know I still have 200+bucks in my bank. Cool eh. I didnt know I didnt spent that much. But I havent gave mum money for this month. Maybe next month I'll give 100bucks. Means deduct 200bucks cause of my laptop. Have to pay my uncle who bought for me. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting b later. Yey! He's doing his homework and I will play with his laptop. Yey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-4940269439831160431?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4940269439831160431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=4940269439831160431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/4940269439831160431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/4940269439831160431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-about-spore-vs-thai.html' title='The one about SPORE vs THAI.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-209963876415366275</id><published>2007-01-30T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T23:22:50.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one about the weekends.</title><content type='html'>My weekend was a tiring one. As usual, I had to work full shift for both days. Saturday wasn’t that bad but Sunday, yea, it was packed. And and, I picked up some tips which accumulate to almost ten bucks. Heh!! So took that money and use for the cab fare. Yey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I haven’t been meeting during the weekdays, we kinda hang out longer on Sunday(after he fetched me). Went home around 3am. Yes. Was so shag today after s&amp;w. My eyes were freaking heavy when I was in the bus on my way home. Upon reaching home, I just throw myself on the bed and pap! Slept till 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and bought some food with sis. Yea. You know what?! I think I have an eating disorder. I have to eat rice no matter what. Cause if I don’t, then I will have stomach cramps. Like what the hell!! How am I suppose to lose weight if I have to eat rice all the time. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Tmr I’m not coming for morning class for sure and I’m not sure whether I want to come for ECPRO( a stupid module). If possible I want to finish at least 2 revision tmr. Yea. I am so behind in MOL revision. Haish…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I think I’m gonna do something else now. So yea. Updat ya’ll soon. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-209963876415366275?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/209963876415366275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=209963876415366275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/209963876415366275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/209963876415366275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-about-weekends.html' title='The one about the weekends.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-7296426967348940207</id><published>2007-01-26T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T23:21:20.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one about the hospital trip.</title><content type='html'>I just got home from visiting grandma over at the hospital. Thought of going to school but received a phone call from my aunt saying that they are going to operate on my grandma today. So yea. My grandma is much more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was told that there was some blockage somewhere in her heart. And if she happen to get another heart attack, then straight to the coma she goes. So the doctor wanted to do this bypass operation whereby they take the veins from the thigh and connect it to the near the heart. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for hours for the surgeon to come but in the end, was told that my grandma condition is still okay and they are monitoring her situation day by day. To see whether her health condition improve and is good for the operation. When it’s time, then the doctor will call us all again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea. I spent my whole day there. Before going home, dad treat us food at West Coast. Just ate fried noodles, satay and Milo dinosaur. Yey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I’m gonna take a sleep now. Tmr I’m working. Haish... thought of not going due to my grandma but then again dotdotdot.&lt;br /&gt;So, toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-7296426967348940207?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7296426967348940207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=7296426967348940207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7296426967348940207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7296426967348940207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-about-hospital-trip.html' title='The one about the hospital trip.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-1436366697851563033</id><published>2007-01-25T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T19:53:57.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the lab test.</title><content type='html'>Today was a super short day in school. First time ever I went home before 12pm. I had my AEL lab test today. I thought the test was gonna be a bloody complicated and stuff but in the end, I knew how to do it. I am also surprised myself. I guess luck came my way this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, had math class after that. For 1 hour only. Only one quarter of the class attended. Hah ! I just sat there and listened to whatever he has to teach. Then had my lunch in school and home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All alone in the bus. Heh! Fell asleep half way. So yea. Reached home and I went straight to bed. I don’t know what made me so sleepy. Left my cell inside the bag and didn’t know b called shortly. I thought it was something important but... NO! I called him back at 4plus and he asked me whether I got this song or that song or whatever. Call me just to ask that. Hish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for a few hours to get ready to do school stuff. Started out with MOL and half way I got disconnected. Then I did my compro project. Just add in one or two topics and done. But I need Ah Keng to help me. The program seems to go very fast. No pause. So yea. Shall do that tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I’m almost done with everything EXCEPT doing my REVISION!!! OMG!! Exams are like so around the corner. In fact, it’s in 2 weeks time. DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I don’t want to be so panic right now. I just want to eat right now. So hungry. And I’m wondering whether b is on his way home right now. Heh! So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon appetite~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh2 before that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY ENG HUILING !!!!&lt;br /&gt;HOPE WE CAN MEET SOON AND CELEBRATE YOUR BIRTHDAY WHEN YOU ARE FREE OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;SEE YA SOON.&lt;br /&gt;Love ya !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-1436366697851563033?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1436366697851563033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=1436366697851563033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/1436366697851563033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/1436366697851563033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-with-lab-test.html' title='The one with the lab test.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-6035616842067968648</id><published>2007-01-24T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T20:56:50.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one about caught red-handed.</title><content type='html'>Alright, you caught us both red-handed that night. But don’t because of this incident, you blame me for everything. I know I have no right to say anything because he’s your son. Knowing your son bad-temper, I can sense a big fight is gonna happen in the house anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you blame me for his ezlink fare. Okay that’s my fault cause he’s been fetching me from school everyday. I’m sorry for that and yea I've told him not to fetch me from school anymore. But the education thingy, I have never ever told him not to go to school due to meeting me, and I have never ever told him not to go to school due to the late night meetings and just for your information, he’s been doing well in school. Out of all your children, he’s the only one who has the potential to go far, have a bright future, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not trying to praise him and all but please look at it on a bigger picture. He once told me that you are controlling him as if he’s not your real son, as if you’ve picked him up from the road side. I know it maybe a little bit dramatic but yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm still too young and too early to say this kind of things but I want to have my future with him. I'm sorry about the things I've done and I make sure it won't happen in your house again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for b, please don't be so hot-temper until you have to quarell with your mum again. I know you can handle this but you got your limits okay. Whatever happens, I still love you... A LOT !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-6035616842067968648?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6035616842067968648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=6035616842067968648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/6035616842067968648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/6035616842067968648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-about-caught-red-handed.html' title='The one about caught red-handed.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-3272926358962871546</id><published>2007-01-17T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:25:17.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one about words with different meanings to girls and boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A MAP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: A puzzling contraption that has no right side up.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: An insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMMITMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Girl: A long-term plan that involves the exchanging of vows and family planning.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Not trying to pick up other women while the girlfriend is in plain view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAYING I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Girl: I want to marry you and bear your babies.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I want to get into your pants and then lose your number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO MAKE LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: The greatest expression of intimacy between married couples.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Call whatever you want as long as we end up in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO KISS AND MAKE UP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: To be the recipient of an apology with lots of grovelling and expensive presents thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRAIN TEASER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Girl: Any thingamajig under a car's hood or a kitchen sink.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: The strap fastener on a woman's bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AN ENGAGEMENT RING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Girl: Bragging rights.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: The beginning of the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A GOOD TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Girl: Watching a foreign movie, concert, play or book.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Anything in a frosty mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEDICATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Girl: Calling him every hour to check up on him.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Leaving a vague sms before disappearing for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO BE VULNERABLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: To open up emotionally and talk about real feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Blocking a penalty kick in a football match without cupping the family jewels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO DATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: An unspoken agreement to see each other exclusively.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: A temporary distraction until something better comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FLATULENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Girl: An embarrassing by-product of digestion.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: An endless source of entertainment and a necessary form or self-expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A REMOTE CONTROL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: A device for changing from one soap opera to another.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: A device for scanning through all 75 channels every few minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-3272926358962871546?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3272926358962871546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=3272926358962871546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3272926358962871546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/3272926358962871546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-about-words-with-different-meanings.html' title='The one about words with different meanings to girls and boys.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-6336229785774596148</id><published>2007-01-16T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:36:25.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one about the PDA cable.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was suppose to be a happy day for both me and b. But it turned out ugly at last. Since it was the 15th yesterday, i will be getting my pay. So both of us planned to go to IMM and collect my pay and at the same time b wanted to buy the charger for his NEW PDA. hmph !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was on my way to meet him after school, I msged my colleague whether she got her pay but to my dismay, she said the pay is not gonna be issued today because half of IMM was blackout. I dont know what the cause is but somehow there was a blackout. Lame right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the shop that b wanted to get his charger was closed and he got pissed off. He kept quite all the way till we went to Jurong Point. Its partly my fault cause i didnt tell him that the blackout thingy happened and stuff. So yea, he got pissed off and gave me the silent treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we reached home, all the usual routine was gone, forgotten. Damn that guy. Very &lt;em&gt;manje. &lt;/em&gt;Everything must go as what he planned and if it doesnt, i will suffer. Hish !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we got all the things that we are suppose to get yesterday and im guessing that he's trying the PDA right now and i bet he's no gonna sleep due to that thing. Argh !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-6336229785774596148?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6336229785774596148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=6336229785774596148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/6336229785774596148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/6336229785774596148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-about-pda-cable.html' title='The one about the PDA cable.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-7478531089447054274</id><published>2007-01-11T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:12:39.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with c programming project.</title><content type='html'>Im at home now doing th c programming project. ALL BY MYSELF. &lt;em&gt;hurrah!!&lt;/em&gt;  And im getting all this headache. Damn this project man. Im just gonna do a similar one to the sample. What the hell. As long as the do the bloody project and thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came for the afternoon class only just now. WHY? As usual, i couldnt wake up. And when i came to school, i was told that my attendance is terrible so i have to try my best not to skip AEL lesson anymore. I'll try. And ya, im gonna tell that DR LEE, that kash is so not my bf, just because we hang out together. What kind of assumption is that? You call yourself a DOCTOR ?!!! OooooooOOoooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, im gonna take a break from all these project and whatsoever and continue when im totally relaxed. So ciao for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-7478531089447054274?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7478531089447054274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=7478531089447054274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7478531089447054274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/7478531089447054274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-with-c-programming-project.html' title='The one with c programming project.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-8014666666432175117</id><published>2007-01-09T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T15:18:31.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with pizza at b's.</title><content type='html'>b planned to eat pizza yesterday so went over to his place at 1045pm and waited. About 5 minutes i came, the pizza arrived. So yea. We ate while watching Prison break. b told me he wanted to take a nap for awhile and wake him up when i at least finished watching 2 episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i wake him up, he told me again he wanted to sleep for another hour. So i continued watching till 2plus and i myself fell asleep in the couch. Thank God he woke me up, if not i think i'll sleep there till morning. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went home at 230am. Got so tired and sleepy, i missed the morning class and head to school at 1pm. So here i am right now in my math class typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b's not fetching me today cause im going JP with sis later. Since she got her pay, she wants to go Esprit to shop. Then ask her to at least &lt;em&gt;blanje&lt;/em&gt; me food. Yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-8014666666432175117?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8014666666432175117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=8014666666432175117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8014666666432175117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/8014666666432175117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-with-pizza-at-bs.html' title='The one with pizza at b&apos;s.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001566.post-2287797246315242592</id><published>2007-01-03T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T17:31:21.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with school.</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of school. Not exactly first day but school reopens. Sian. It was kinda short day. Class starts at 9am and i have only 2 classes today. Suppose to end at 5pm but we had test so finished class at 225pm. EEPS test was a shit. I cant connect the circuit but i know how to draw the goddamn thing. But the lecturer is considering about the marks as he said i put in the effort. Hah ! Ya rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b fetched me home and played worms in the bus. That game is addictive man. Im trying to find that game for pc. hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea. Im at home now blogging about what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;Okay im talking crap cause i dont know what else to say. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;Ouh ouh .. this is something random, b &lt;strong&gt;ACCIDENTALLY&lt;/strong&gt; hit my lips with my laptop. Yey !! (&lt;em&gt;idiots&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001566-2287797246315242592?l=my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2287797246315242592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001566&amp;postID=2287797246315242592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/2287797246315242592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001566/posts/default/2287797246315242592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-side-of-the-story.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-with-school.html' title='The one with school.'/><author><name>Mariam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115461940736373507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NMK7SepCFos/R5SgFImtxHI/AAAAAAAAABk/G2uWL0EyHOo/S220/Wat+the+...001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
