<?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-7914216</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:30:26.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>::AtrociousLife::</title><subtitle type='html'>.Life is short, so treasure it.
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>198</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-7107764392933068005</id><published>2007-03-23T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:25:24.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RgPlbkdWGyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/DpSb6bxkIj0/s1600-h/22-03-07_1441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045128269391076130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RgPlbkdWGyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/DpSb6bxkIj0/s320/22-03-07_1441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nad wif her never ending cocky face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RgPlAUdWGwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/LAgdrTjRZ2U/s1600-h/22-03-07_1439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045127801239640834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RgPlAUdWGwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/LAgdrTjRZ2U/s320/22-03-07_1439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mickey trying to snap her own pic.&lt;br /&gt;(actualli, we're taking each other's face;&lt;br /&gt;she and me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RgPlb0dWGzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Otm_QBfGrzA/s1600-h/22-03-07_1450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045128273686043442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RgPlb0dWGzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Otm_QBfGrzA/s320/22-03-07_1450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could see all the fear written on shu hua's face&lt;br /&gt;right before watching haunted school. and what&lt;br /&gt;is it now, nad? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RgPlb0dWG0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/bVAtmm6hzTM/s1600-h/22-03-07_1449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045128273686043458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RgPlb0dWG0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/bVAtmm6hzTM/s320/22-03-07_1449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;act like camera shy meh! simply look like a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RgPlb0dWG1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/aAJ7B8_2TA4/s1600-h/22-03-07_1452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045128273686043474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RgPlb0dWG1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/aAJ7B8_2TA4/s320/22-03-07_1452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,tis is funny. a man. an old man to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;refused to sit down though they're tonnes of vacant&lt;br /&gt;seats. he stood there and slept throughout the&lt;br /&gt;journey. cute though. swinging round and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RgPlAkdWGxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/apBAiwnPeKw/s1600-h/22-03-07_1444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045127805534608146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RgPlAkdWGxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/apBAiwnPeKw/s320/22-03-07_1444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy pills ? HAHA!(spell it out. "H. A. H. A")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RgPlAEdWGvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AOs6DTgqDjU/s1600-h/haha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045127796944673522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RgPlAEdWGvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AOs6DTgqDjU/s320/haha.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nad with her million dollar look after 8 hrs of&lt;br /&gt;day out with me. career woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;phrase of the day;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kalau da jodoh, takkan ke mane"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(translated in English; accrding to pear&lt;br /&gt;"if u're meant for each other,&lt;br /&gt;then start planning ur wedding vows")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.K.J.K..H.A.H.A.K.Z (spell it out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, i had a great day. thanks to that lady who nvr failed to encourage me buying new clothes and that cute little mouse with the below bleeding. someone's below is bleeding. oops. did i just say, vaginal talkings. its okay, it happens only once in a month. simply endure for 5days and u'll be alright. my turn will come soon, u noe. borriiiinng..  glad that everybody's fine. glad that we're safely home from the town area. hurhur. take care buddies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-7107764392933068005?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/7107764392933068005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=7107764392933068005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/7107764392933068005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/7107764392933068005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_23.html' title='-'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RgPlbkdWGyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/DpSb6bxkIj0/s72-c/22-03-07_1441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-6330686202908911927</id><published>2007-03-02T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T01:57:37.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>i donnoe what did i do until he treats me this way. wondering how some people can simply move on without thinking about other people's feelings. who was the one who gave lots of promises in the past? who was the one who asked me to wait for him? who was the one who said he'd want to grow old with me? and now what? yea, i understand ure having a great time now. the problem wif you now is, u've forgotten about me. in the past, u got no one. no one at all. but now u've gotten everything. u've got wat u've been dying for. u're a sgt now. u've got lots of brothers now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u dont care about me anymore. u dont even give a damn whether im alive or not. u did not spare a thought for me. u're so mean. selfish. ego. unfair.u're not the zulhairi i used to know. here i am, waiting for you day and night. wishing that u'd message me.wishing that u'd still remember that we're 19th mth old. wishing that u'd change back to the old zulhairi. but to no avail. every single night, i hug patrick tightly. thought of giving u a chance. again and again. every single night i read the letters from you. hoping that u'd be the same old zulhairi. every single night i'd look at those pictures we taken together, hoping that one day we'd be like that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont noe whats wrong with you. i waited for u for more than 8 months alrdy. but what did i get in return? sorrow and sadness? continuous suffer and heartache? u didnot show a single bit of love towards me anymore. u dont miss me. u dont love me anymore. u dont even care about those happy days we used to have in the past. those days we cooked and eat together. those days when we sat together watching tv, watching vcds, surfing the net, playing with cats, teasing each other, laughed at each other's silliness, writing letters to each other even though we're just sitting side by side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever thought about those little things i've done for you? Have you? Have you?u're driving me to grave. i just dont understand why every time when u're at home, u'll refuse to sms me or watsoever. u'll just disappear. why are u always cheating my feelings? why must i have to wait for u, always? why must i suffer just to be happy wif you? why must i be the one who cry every night, missing those days when we're together? why am i only the one who is concerned about our relationship? why am i always the one who has to give in? tell me, is there any gerl in this world who could stand being treated like a pile of shit?? i didnot mind at all when u didnt give me anyting for valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i've bought a bloody present for u. i've had gone to ur place before when u refused to accept my apology. simply to console and comfort u. but u asked me to go home. i made a bloody scrap book for our very first anniversary. but what did i get in return? i've done every single thing u asked me to do. u asked me to perm my hair. which i did. in fact, i shud thank you for saying i was bigger in size than u five years ago. Coz, u're the one who motivated me to lose weight.its all you. why must it be you?im always there to listen to what u gonna say. but why u're treating me this way? im suffering too okay. i've been tearing every night. im always sleepy but i cant sleep. Yea, i noe what u gonna say; " ITS NOT ME WHO ASKS U TO CRY ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have u ever thought who was the one who caused me to suffer so much?? I've been gorging myself wif food lately coz i want so much to overcome my feeling of missing you.sometimes i wonder, how on earth i could put on a happy face while deep in my heart im longing to be happy with you once again. i dont care what u gonna say after reading my entry. i've never been given a chance to tell you how i've been feeling all this while. whenever i want to tell you, u'll say "its not the time to talk abt it" "its up to u". I realli hate those phrases. it realli shows u didnt care about me. UP TO U. everything UP TO U. When u're away during Taiwan Trip, i counted down the days impatiently. But what did i get when u return from Taiwan? A stone face with no talkings? All i get is ignorance. u've forgotten about me, zulhairi. u have no feelings at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did i fall in love wif u in the first place? why cant i forget about u no matter how hard i try? why cant other guys melt my heart just like u do? why cant my heart thump faster when it comes to other guys? why must it be you? why did i let u hold my hand on that bloody 30th july 2005? but why must u do this to me? are you happy to know that theres one silly gerl crying for you? are you glad to see that theres one gerl who's gonna die because of u? u make me want to die. u make me want to end my life.im done. i just hope that one day u'll realise ur mistake and perhaps, u'll regret for once. i noe u're getting bored of me. u're always like that. u'll nvr change. come to me when u nid me. throw me away when u dont nid me anymore. thank u very much. i realli appreciate that. if u wan to say u pampered me too much that caused me to become spoilt then i guess u're wrong. coz i tink, im de one hu has been pampering u too much until u take me for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go find a gerl who would want to go to ur house and give u a bear just to cheer u up. go find a gerl who could accept that her boyfren doesnt want to meet her. go find a gerl who would go to ur house and celebrate ur b'dae. go find a gerl who could tolerate ur character. go find a gerl who would do every single thing u ask her to do. go find a gerl who would prepare a card just to wish u happy 18th mth. go find a gerl who could stand it when her boyfren fall asleep when messaging her almost every nite. go find a gerl who could bear not talk to her boyfren for 5weeks. go find a gerl who could willingly forgive u again and again despite knowing that u'd do the same old mistake again and again. think abt it. u're using 'NS' as a reason to get away from me. u're so selfish. its realli hard for u to lift up ur fingers, sms me and say tht u miss me. its bloody tiring when u're with me. its bloody boring when it comes to meeting me. its bloody sleepy when it comes to talk to me. no gerls can tolerate when they're being ignored by their boyfren for almost a week. yea, no point ranting about the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, zulhairi. u made me feel like a piece of useless shit. u can say im self-centered. but plz, just give me a minute. a minute will do. think about me just for a minute of your precious resting time. im utterly disappointed in u. u're a sgt now, and u've forgotten about me. mean. u made me cry silently and because of the way u treat me, i hate myself. im not trying to sound desperate here. im trying to let things go slowly. cul-de-sac. i'll try to take things easy when it comes to u, just like u do. i simply dont understand whats going on.. if u've got no more feelings for me. simply be frank. quit playing wif my bloody heart coz i dun tink i deserve to be cheated. so much for my first love. true love? hah. 4 years of waiting, 19 mths of relationship, 8 months of endurance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-6330686202908911927?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/6330686202908911927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=6330686202908911927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/6330686202908911927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/6330686202908911927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-756999229047535164</id><published>2007-02-22T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:25:27.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ecp.</title><content type='html'>im bored. nothing to do. so here i am. not&lt;br /&gt;gonna update abt my life. just pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdxvQQoFimI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7lbrwzH7T_Y/s1600-h/19-02-07_1237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034020808625064546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdxvQQoFimI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7lbrwzH7T_Y/s320/19-02-07_1237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and dan and dan's bike. the very first bike&lt;br /&gt;i had ever being a pillion?? . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdxzkAoFiyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vn-9jNXNWv4/s1600-h/19-02-07_1359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034025545973992226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdxzkAoFiyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vn-9jNXNWv4/s320/19-02-07_1359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached ecp. he posed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdxzkAoFizI/AAAAAAAAAF8/w1p3CiOW6dk/s1600-h/19-02-07_1403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034025545973992242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdxzkAoFizI/AAAAAAAAAF8/w1p3CiOW6dk/s320/19-02-07_1403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she posed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rdx17AoFi3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/MQ_nsQmkFVo/s1600-h/19-02-07_1913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034028140134239090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rdx17AoFi3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/MQ_nsQmkFVo/s320/19-02-07_1913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his foot got bitten by a fish??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rdx16woFi2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/XhBDLOD2MCc/s1600-h/19-02-07_1858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034028135839271778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rdx16woFi2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/XhBDLOD2MCc/s320/19-02-07_1858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there goes the transplanted boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rdx16QoFi0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/8XZVFWdYEtw/s1600-h/19-02-07_1852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034028127249337154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rdx16QoFi0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/8XZVFWdYEtw/s320/19-02-07_1852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking cocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdxxlQoFiuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Q1V9vGRR53s/s1600-h/Image062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034023368425573090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdxxlQoFiuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Q1V9vGRR53s/s320/Image062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdxxlQoFiuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Q1V9vGRR53s/s1600-h/Image062.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeyey! fishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdxxlgoFivI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DTlhPfBcnTM/s1600-h/Image063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034023372720540402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdxxlgoFivI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DTlhPfBcnTM/s320/Image063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actualli we were looking at a sting ray. abg sap&lt;br /&gt;caught a sting ray. at e.c.p, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;so be careful when u're swimming ther.&lt;br /&gt;cheers to the skimmers.&lt;br /&gt;*hohoho*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdxvQgoFinI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nFVDdftzRaQ/s1600-h/19-02-07_1450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034020812920031858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdxvQgoFinI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nFVDdftzRaQ/s320/19-02-07_1450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdxvQwoFipI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FUIbRTIidGA/s1600-h/19-02-07_1740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034020817214999186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdxvQwoFipI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FUIbRTIidGA/s320/19-02-07_1740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdxvQwoFioI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ufOpCczNaXk/s1600-h/19-02-07_1453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034020817214999170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdxvQwoFioI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ufOpCczNaXk/s320/19-02-07_1453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn cute that boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rdx16goFi1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/9zD0wKZhHlM/s1600-h/19-02-07_1855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034028131544304466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rdx16goFi1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/9zD0wKZhHlM/s320/19-02-07_1855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we gerls have to be modest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdxyyAoFixI/AAAAAAAAAFs/UtmZBKI2OI0/s1600-h/21-01-07_1931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034024686980533010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdxyyAoFixI/AAAAAAAAAFs/UtmZBKI2OI0/s320/21-01-07_1931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more straight hair, princess? haha!&lt;br /&gt;*princess, ur foot eh?:P*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdxyyAoFiwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/hGlqMSdK5fY/s1600-h/18-02-07_1828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034024686980532994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdxyyAoFiwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/hGlqMSdK5fY/s320/18-02-07_1828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, we have to pamper ourselves. no&lt;br /&gt;roses from ur beloved ones, get a rose for urself.&lt;br /&gt;im moving on. wish me luck everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's lost in action. done. may he lead a happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed off,&lt;br /&gt;ctfairuz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-756999229047535164?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/756999229047535164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=756999229047535164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/756999229047535164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/756999229047535164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2007/02/ecp.html' title='ecp.'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdxvQQoFimI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7lbrwzH7T_Y/s72-c/19-02-07_1237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-2848148185468630237</id><published>2007-02-12T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:25:28.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've always wanted to make my parents proud of me. all this while, it seems that my siblings are soaring yet im sinking. however, i should be thankful that i passed my o lvls and for once, made my parents proud. it was like a dream to see my name being flashed on the screen of the powerpoint slide. but, grades are just an illusion to make someone become complacent. shit. soon my tertiary education will be commencing. wonder how it wud be to be in a completely new environment without all my friends around me. good friends. gonna miss them so much. hold on, im missing them already. heh. no more crapness we used to share. no more giggles when we gossiped about those ard us. no more tears of joy when we laughed our ass out about some stupid lame old jack ass jokes. heh. wish me luck, everybody. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdP1BxDn7wI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uC6YGDw37yM/s1600-h/karotz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031634619400187650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdP1BxDn7wI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uC6YGDw37yM/s320/karotz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 years gone just like that. Tis pic was taken when&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was sec 1? At Sentosa. I didnt know that Linda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;used to be my friend. hee heee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdPwQRDn7qI/AAAAAAAAACE/QiROA2FII-E/s1600-h/PA203374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031629370950151842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdPwQRDn7qI/AAAAAAAAACE/QiROA2FII-E/s320/PA203374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its not like everyday saz could get in&lt;br /&gt;gerls toilet feeling paranoid. and the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;four of us will nvr be like that again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdP0MxDn7uI/AAAAAAAAACk/vv_ZmrpFeEI/s1600-h/PA203352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031633708867120866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdP0MxDn7uI/AAAAAAAAACk/vv_ZmrpFeEI/s320/PA203352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its not very usual to see my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carrying this legendary bag. Haa haa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdPwzxDn7rI/AAAAAAAAACM/piVV0hOpP5Q/s1600-h/CIMG3058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031629980835507890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdPwzxDn7rI/AAAAAAAAACM/piVV0hOpP5Q/s320/CIMG3058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its not like eveyday we could sit all day long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;learning nothing except talkings and eating sweets&lt;br /&gt;and realised that, it was already time to go home. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdPxVBDn7sI/AAAAAAAAACU/3KnUuLqOQ0g/s1600-h/CIMG3041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031630552066158274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdPxVBDn7sI/AAAAAAAAACU/3KnUuLqOQ0g/s320/CIMG3041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the quarrelsome. the one who threw water to&lt;br /&gt;my direction because me and the twosome &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made alot of noise. hahaha! Daring eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdP6zBDn7zI/AAAAAAAAADM/00MZpw2ydaA/s1600-h/DSCN0713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031640963066883890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdP6zBDn7zI/AAAAAAAAADM/00MZpw2ydaA/s320/DSCN0713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the whole class sulked like Min the bunga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got on a strike. all of us. hoo hoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdP-JxDn71I/AAAAAAAAADc/f0FLfpAPyyA/s1600-h/Picture031.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdPwQRDn7qI/AAAAAAAAACE/QiROA2FII-E/s1600-h/PA203374.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-2848148185468630237?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/2848148185468630237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=2848148185468630237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/2848148185468630237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/2848148185468630237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post_12.html' title='-'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RdP1BxDn7wI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uC6YGDw37yM/s72-c/karotz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-6821826320175309450</id><published>2007-02-01T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:25:28.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>i've just bleached my bloody hair which was just a waste of money. no colour improvement. in fact, nothing. just now, i dug out all my certs i've received for the past few year. i meant, the certs during my school life, not that damn birth cert or wat-so-ever medication cert, mind u. sadly to say, i realised that i had done pretty nothing much during my school days. compare to my bro, he got dozens of certs of achievements. what a failure, fai. but no point ranting about the past. shall make myself active during my tertiary education perhaps? *dream on*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;was surfing the net and came across something nice. something nice is meant to be shared. so here it goes. =) olay olay to the emos. i dont noe why all of a sudden, theres a strong feeling of hatred towards those kiddos in my heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RcIA5bNv-GI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9HgltoLhQrk/s1600-h/emo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026581120656865378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RcIA5bNv-GI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9HgltoLhQrk/s320/emo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tomorrow, working again. and yerp, i've made up my mind. after work, i shall go and visit mickey's sis. if she doesnt allow me to do so, i'd say.. my intention is to meet her sis not her. bluek! but seriously, honestly, frankly, i simply feel i ought to comfort and set my fren's mind at ease no matter she wants it or not. so, i feel oblige to go and at least make her smile tomorrow even though she said she'd chase me away. anyway, im nt scared of that bit. haha. she's like so small. i can easily crash her into ermm.. into wat eh? pieces of manure? well, up to u guys to imagine. that insomniac fren of mine. wonder why she's so emo. for goodness sake, plz look at tht emo kid above. they look terrible rite? so plz. eh wait, im not saying u look terrible. i didnt. haha. she's always assuming things. hmm. not good for the brain. u'll end up being like me, u noe. =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-6821826320175309450?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/6821826320175309450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=6821826320175309450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/6821826320175309450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/6821826320175309450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/RcIA5bNv-GI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9HgltoLhQrk/s72-c/emo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-3891875703867978226</id><published>2007-01-30T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:25:30.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huhu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rb4mgLNv-FI/AAAAAAAAABM/zJq2T56Vg2I/s1600-h/29-01-07_1618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025496568400181330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rb4mgLNv-FI/AAAAAAAAABM/zJq2T56Vg2I/s320/29-01-07_1618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im counting down the days.2 more wks.&lt;br /&gt;i cant take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i saw the cat that we played together, baby.&lt;br /&gt;u noe, the cute little kitty?&lt;br /&gt;its looking at me from the badminton court.&lt;br /&gt;im sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;remember the day we played wif it?&lt;br /&gt;imagined thats our baby? heh.&lt;br /&gt;and now, i feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt abt u just now.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of meeting u.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so much and i hope u're&lt;br /&gt;missing me too.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that u're always fine over there.&lt;br /&gt;but u sounded so fine and cheerful as ever.&lt;br /&gt;Thats good for u. Well, i shant drag abt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what she told me, life without memories&lt;br /&gt;is meaningless. Memories makes our life&lt;br /&gt;interesting. though it hurts to&lt;br /&gt;look at the beautiful memories&lt;br /&gt;one more time coz u're longing&lt;br /&gt;to have it again and again&lt;br /&gt;but you know,&lt;br /&gt;memories are once in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;treasure it. cherish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, for once, Min is talking sense.&lt;br /&gt;and lets give her a round of applause.&lt;br /&gt;hohoho!&lt;br /&gt;(i editted some of it, no doubt it sounded better?haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im so grateful that my family and friends are always there and are willing to bear wif my crapness and nonsensical. Sometimes I feel like giving up my life and just let the nature take the course. On the other hand, I want everything in my life to be smooth sailing. Thus, I’d put high expectation on almost everything. Whether it as has to do with my love life, family or even friendship. Haha. I sounded so emo. And honestly, I hate emo kiddos. No hard feelings. The sight of them really makes me want to puke my ass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working life has been a bit challenging lately. I have to face the fact of working. The fact is, newbies will always get bullied by the old timer. Since im a newbies, im being bullied by them. Apparently, they’d try not to stay at their counter until the queue is getting freaking long. Reason: Replenish stock. But today, I couldn’t take it anymore. My shift was from 7.30am to 1.30pm. However, the next cashier deliberately took her own sweet time to set up her counter. Of course I was livid with rage. There I was, hardly could take a breath. She kept on dragging the time until 1.45pm. When she was almost ready, I swiftly sign off my counter and made my way up to the cashier’s room. but they seem friendly as in OKAY and yerp, talkative too. Perhaps im the one who thinks too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wello wello, O level results is just around the corner. Some said on 5 feb, most said on 9 feb. Surprisingly, I don’t give a damn when it will be released. Best of all if it doesn’t even being released. Hmm.. Now where should I start? Last few days I went out with those cutie frens of mine. Cutie as in all short except me. I felt so inferior okay. Im like the tallest woman in the world with all those shorties. Oops. I meant, those with not-so-tall height. Haha! Basically, I had to wait for that Mickey for not that long. About half an hour. I love waiting. I enjoy waiting. Its okay. Its my hobby. Hahaha. What can I say, im a career woman now, im punctual. I’ve nvr been late for any meetings yet. Believe it or not, I just farted. Ok, I made up tht part for the sake of dragging this entry. That farting part lah. Im a modest girl. I don’t go around telling people I farted. Unlike one friend of mine, who farted infront of me like nobody’s business. You-know-who. =o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Funan IT Mall. It was my first time. Shhhhh. U noe I noe, public donnoe! Haha. Quite lost. I don’t really go to that kind of IT place. With all those high tech electronic gadget. Anyhoo, It doesn’t matter. Walked around Funan with Mickey. Danced around in Sembawang like nobody’s business. I cant forget the way she looked when she gotten a squirrel key chain instead of mickey. She was so damn dejected and almost cry out loud. So childish eh? What to do. Her size says it all. Shes as small as a primary 4 kids. Hahaha. I got something to share with you guys. Her sis told her that my size and mickey’s size is almost the same. Guess what mickey said? She said, IT WAS AN INSULT TO HER! Wahlaowehhh. Must criticize fat people meh!! At least I don’t sulk easily. At least I don’t cheat anybody’s feelings before. Like for instance, hm.. fren ask to help take picture but handphone’s memory full. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, to me Funan IT Mall is like so “ulu”. Why? Because there’s like nobody shopping around there except for the sales assistant themselves. Mickey wasn’t that bad tht day. Mickey didn’t sulk much which was a big surprise. Coz I’ve told her, if she happened to sulk or tantrum or acting like below bleeding, I wun even care. I’d just ignore her until she recovered herself. Haha! Oh yah, she did not wear bra strap!! Which was a WOW! Sexy babe! But I didn’t wear anything beneath my jacket though, so tell me, who’s more daring? Hahaha. =p It was a great day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rb4h2rNv9_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/XXR_dtGxRao/s1600-h/minnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025491457389098994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rb4h2rNv9_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/XXR_dtGxRao/s320/minnie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taking pic on the escalator. wahlao. my nose&lt;br /&gt;damn big siak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, It was my first time going out with Chinese babes. Its all Chinese babe. Haha. I feel like a Chinese on that day though. Lol. But its good I dint feel left out at all. Looking forward to seeing Mickey again! She said she’s sick. Missing my jokes rite? I noe im funny. I noe im good. Too good to be true. Wohohoho. Fyi people, I have a lot more things to type. Just be prepared to fall asleep. Wait. I shud add some pictures to lighten up ur mood before u continue reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rb4fBrNv99I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LQJHLSlsKhE/s1600-h/07-01-07_1844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025488347832776658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rb4fBrNv99I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LQJHLSlsKhE/s320/07-01-07_1844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so did i manage to make u smile, at the very least?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah! pig oh pig to those emos. yey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rb4gf7Nv9-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/GjGnTcESA3Y/s1600-h/chibei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025489967035447266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rb4gf7Nv9-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/GjGnTcESA3Y/s320/chibei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*mwaaaaaahhh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we do look alike eh? haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yah, before I forget, recently I went out with my malays gang again. After so freaking long. It wasn’t that bad or wasn’t that good either. I meant, I had a great time laughing and stuff but at the end of the day, I had to face the truth from that You-Know-Who. Shant name that very name because I don’t want to make a fuss over it. Im tired of quarrelling and arguing with people, fyi. Nowadays, im feeling lost and frustrated. Im so helpless. No kiddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have been grumbling and complaining about me everyday. Its not like as if I made a mistake ok. And all these thanks to my bro’s ex-girlfiriend. It was a very long dramatic tragedy. Basically, my bro was being bastard by that gerl. Not once, but thrice. Thus, from there, my parents thought every girl in this world loves to play guy’s feelings. Helloooo. Its not like as if the gerls are the one who always cheat on the guys. The guys do, too! For example, whats the point the girl being so faithful to the guy and end up, she found out that her boyfriend is fucking with another girl? Argh, what the heck am I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me put it like this. I meant, not all girls are bad. Not because of one hawt chick, every girls gets the blame. And not every guy is faithful. I do trust my boyfriend. But I don’t know. Lets stop talking about BGR. Im tired of always being the one who cares about it. No wait, or is it im being too self-centered. Oh whatever. Im simply pissed off. That’s all. Coz mum has been consistently warning me not to go out with any other guy except for Zulhairi. Like what the heck? I’ve nvr even thought of going out with other guys, and there she is, reminding and reminding me non-stop. I need a space to breathe too. Zulhairi has given me freedom to do anything I want. Freedom or is it he doesn’t want to care, I don’t noe. But he wanted to have his freedom too. See. Everybody’s changing. What, clubbing? Smoke? Late night out? Wtf? Im tired of all this crap. I wish I could have the old him. I want the one who cares for me. The one who decides for me. The one who shares his life stories with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wanted to go out with other guys, I could have done it long time ago. But I didn’t. Wait, I don’t mean to say that im so freaking popular and beautiful that guys will drool and go gugu-gaga when they see me. I still do get nervous when meeting him. Just like on 30th July 2005. I really mean it. No matter how bad he treats me, I simply cant stop loving him. Sometimes I do get jealous seeing persis and haziq like forever in love. They’re like 4 yrs old but still engross in each other. Envy them. Coz all I can say now, I cant see whether my cutie pie still loves me like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my story. Oh my god. Bloody hell. I dragged the entry till so far sey! Yey! Ouh yah, outing with the malay gang. Celebrated that Bunga’s birthday. Went to esplanade. It was like …. 7 months since I last went to that place? What to do? Nobody wants to accompany me. Perhaps he doesn’t see the need for us to hang ard at that place. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night at Esplanade was extremely cooling and relaxing. Alas, theres a lot of scumbag around. Those emo kiddos and stuffs. What a shame. Making a fool out of themselves. After few hours of having fun? Honestly, esplanade is the place that could make me cry my eyes out. Theres too much honeymoon period I had over there. Heh. Anyway, time started to speed up very fast. I had to go home. Buuuuuuuuuuuuuttt.. some friend of mine said it was WAY TOO EARLY to go home. I was like, HAHA! “EARLY” indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rb4jobNv-BI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HSihFsNThzs/s1600-h/faui+apek+jongang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025493411599218706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rb4jobNv-BI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HSihFsNThzs/s320/faui+apek+jongang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my intention isnt about showing off my big nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically, nad is trying to capture the pic of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man beside me. he got errr.. hmm.. cutie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rabbit's teeth.. teheheheh!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rb4lZbNv-CI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WD8TxQPSzvs/s1600-h/fai+me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025495352924436514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rb4lZbNv-CI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WD8TxQPSzvs/s320/fai+me2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rb4ix7Nv-AI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6145D542SR4/s1600-h/me+sar+fai2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025492475296348162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rb4ix7Nv-AI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6145D542SR4/s320/me+sar+fai2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me with you-know-who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since she’s the boss, everybody followed her instruction except me. I must admit, I was frustrated. Such an “UNDERSTANDING” fren I got. I left the place with some kind soul accompanied me to the MRT station. Made my way home alone. Feeling so lonely. Feeling so depressed. Strong urge to have him by my side. Oh shucks.. The more I talk about the lady, the more heart aching I’ll be. So shall not drag my entry before I start my vulgarities. Haha. Its okay if I say all that in my heart but not out from my irresistable kissable lips. Awww.. Have to end this entry here. Its long enough I guess. Shit. Don’t need to guess. Its very very long. Extremely eh? Before I forget, I just bought a few new clothes. Haha! And thanks to that pant*t. shes good at persuading people. Just like her new found old fren. Haha. No hard feelings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for reading. i love you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss cashier,&lt;br /&gt;Signing off. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rb4lq7Nv-DI/AAAAAAAAAA8/q76fdAuhaEk/s1600-h/29-01-07_1710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025495653572147250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rb4lq7Nv-DI/AAAAAAAAAA8/q76fdAuhaEk/s320/29-01-07_1710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to nad, dont be jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rb4mC7Nv-EI/AAAAAAAAABE/t-WK8505vMA/s1600-h/28-01-07_2120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025496065889007682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rb4mC7Nv-EI/AAAAAAAAABE/t-WK8505vMA/s320/28-01-07_2120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mum, thanks for giving this dress. but i dont &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;know if i ever will want to wear tis dress. wait &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until my legs are beautifool which is impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to my baby, happy 18th months. =) i love you so much and i hope u love me too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-3891875703867978226?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/3891875703867978226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=3891875703867978226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/3891875703867978226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/3891875703867978226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2007/01/huhu.html' title='huhu.'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPBP3fVF_bg/Rb4mgLNv-FI/AAAAAAAAABM/zJq2T56Vg2I/s72-c/29-01-07_1618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-116878400974340706</id><published>2007-01-14T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T19:04:52.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Lately life has been so tiring.. Now den i realised how hard it is to earn money.. Have to stand for hours before i could get paid.. Have to tolerate the nonsense from those customers.. Have to put on an elated face plastered with a smile for every customer.. Have to give exact amount of change.. Anyway.. I was so over the moon yesterday.. After 3 days of cashiering, finally, my float(the name given for the cash that is given to the cashiers) tallied with the cashier's declaration..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, yesterday's night i couldnt really sleep.. and guess wats the reason? I was so excited about meeting him today.. In fact, i dreamt about going out with him.. Perhaps because it would be our very last date before he goes Taiwan.. I woke up early today.. Thought he would want to meet me early..Kept on checking my handphone for new messages from him but to no avail.. Today's date wasnt that happy ending though.. I did not plan to sulk today or watsoever.. For goodness' sake, sulking isnt the thing i ever want to do when i'm with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was utterly disappointed when he turned up late.. he came an hour later.. Just imagine yourself, feeling so excited about meeting ur bf, all ready, when suddenly he sms-ed u right when u're about to leave the house, feeling no-sorry-at-all with no guilt, said that he fell asleep and gonna be late with those "hehes!".. So i waited and waited.. Instead of getting apologies from him, i was the one who got all the blames.. Being a girl with easy water flowing eyes, i cried in the toilet.. Haha.. Sputid sputid gerl.. I do hate myself sometimes for being a crybaby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought our very last date before he goes Taiwan would be a beautiful one.. U noe, Esplanade perhaps? Some heart-to-heart conversation before he leaves Singapore for Taiwan? Take loads and loads of picture together? I really wanted to take loads of picture of him.. Coz i noe, I gonna miss him real bad.. 3 weeks!! &lt;em&gt;Wheres all your food fiesta plan for our date today?? Korean Food?? Hajah Maimunah?? Cheeseburgers? Esplanade?&lt;/em&gt; But all he wanted wass to go home early,forgetting abt our plan.. And its realli saddening ok. I meant, u've been looking forward to something and ended up, not a single bit of that something.. Forget it, fai. I tried not to think too much.. but i simply dont understand.. One moment he'd show me how much he's been missing me and make me feel so loved.. Next moment, he'd dont even care to sms me a short msg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tink i've been expecting too much sweet things from him.. He's right, he pampered me too much in the past and now i suffered.. But its okay.. I just hope that he will miss me when he's at Taiwan.. Thats all i can say.. Im not feeling insecured, nope.. Im just feeling sad and disappointed.. I know im selfish, im self-centered.. I always want to spend time with you.. I always want to be with you.. I m still living in the year 2005.. Coz i thought it would be nice to spend more time with you before you go Taiwan.. But i was wrong.. U have your own life too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess i hav to wait for a month before i could see and hug him again? Im not sure whether i could send him to the airport this coming friday.. I just dont want to break down infront of everybody .. I must admit, i do feel abit contented about the thought of hugging and teasing him just now. Atleast something better than nothing.. =) &lt;em&gt;Goodnight, sayang.Take care. I noe u'll take good care of urself.. I will try my very best not to worry about you.. enjoy ur Taiwan trip.. gonna miss you so much.. Keep that in mind, all right.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply miss my school life..At least back then i wasnt that emotional.. I was occupied with studies.. Time used to be fast.. Double speed.. But now? A minute seems like an hour.. I do miss some of my classmates.. Especially those days when we talked crap during lessons with that husky voice boy.. Shouting across the class.. Sleeping together with teng during those holy crap lessons.. Doing paper crane during maths lessons and getting scoldings from our old-grave-calling-teachers.. Haha.. Speaking about school days, I saw Fazlin today! Hahaaaa!! He was like .. shocked?? Nad's Favourite.. Shimin said "BELOW HARD" .. haha! Sorry for the in-joke yeah. Its gerls' stuff..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-116878400974340706?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/116878400974340706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=116878400974340706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116878400974340706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116878400974340706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_14.html' title='-'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-116835142140081263</id><published>2007-01-09T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T00:38:12.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/1600/747689/30-12-06_2125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/320/655100/30-12-06_2125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute cat to begin my entry. =D&lt;br /&gt;i've stopped hating cats. no more scared of cats.&lt;br /&gt;they are simply adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello every body and every soul who is reading my blog.. Yeyey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twist it, lick it and bite it.. and now it is stuck in between my gigi! teeth. but its nicer if u dip it into milk or any kind of juice to add the flavour. U noe, flavour helps to boost ur pleasure when u feel like swallowing it.. watever. *ehem!* what are you tinking? I bet nad and min are thinking of those things alrdy.. I was talking about oreo lah.. Dont mind them, their minds are so dirty with loads of ear wax and stuff. yucks. i loike oreo.. i'll eat the biscuit first then i'll lick the cream and slowly swallow it..hehehe!!*grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalala~ so hows life ? i bet your life is getting exciting?? WOW for that! Yey! So its 2007. 2007 2007 2007.. 6 more years to go . . . for wat, its for me to know and for you to find out. 2006 was a year full of ups and downs. Took my major examination. The year my cat entered NS. The year i was asked to sit in between two crappy people, teng and sin. The year i made loads of good friends. The year i realised that people do really change in a matter of seconds. Shall not dwell on it. Now, i am a career woman.HAHA for that. Living with a job to earn my very own money. Kinda frustrating though. Now then i realised, money doesnt come for free. absolutely. even a 5cents is something to the nyonyas ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyonya? Ahuh.. come on.. i have something to share with u guys.. Today: The very first day i opened up my own counter with loads and loads of cash. How much i was given and how much i earned, is to be kept as a mystery to u all. Mysteeerryyyyyy.. Its tempting when u're holding large sum of money in ur hand. but holy crap, i didnt even hav the urge to take a 10cents, mind you. Well, what shud i say, im a gerl with integrity, trustworthy, punctuality, polite and doesnt really smile to stranger. haha! Im sure u wanna noe how was my first day operating my own counter. Basically, for the past three days what i did was just replenished the stocks and modelling around the fairprice. But today,for the very first time in my life, the moment of truth, i had to handle my own money. Brrr.. Short of money, i hav to pay. Excess of money, i'll get a scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..Sometimes i just wonder, when u grow old, u're getting petty about money. Seriously. Even a cent makes a big difference to u. Come to think of it, we ought to be petty about money lah. With money you can buy anything u want except that very thing. That very thing called love. Ouch. Whats the point having millions of dollars with no love? Hohoho. But whats the point having love without a single cent? Thats another point. Whatever fai. U're talking crap, again. I had a fight with an old lady just now. and all because of money. see the point? Because of money, too, people quarrelled with each other. What the heck. But with money, i can treat my cute little cat *wink* cheeseburger every week.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the old lady. Her change was supposed to be $41.55 but i gave her $41.05 instead. Im not really sure whether i gave her $41.05 or $40.55. I was so darn confused that time. Coz the queue was so damn freaking long and i got a bit nervous. not a bit, in fact a dozen kilogram lot. So i told that lady to hold on before i could give her back her money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, i should giv her back 5ocents. So i gave her 50cents after so long she waited. I bet she was frustrated already. When i gave her 50cents, her face turned purple to blue to pink to orange and finally red. she was livid with rage. she jumped up and down. rolled on the ground. shook her body like as if she had a fit. ok, tht part, i made up. She scolded me in chinese, i donnoe. She said i shud give her a dollar. not 5ocents. i shouted to her back, ehem! i tot she was .. u noe, old lady.. the hearing isnt that good ? hoho. bad fai bad fai. on the other hand, was it my fault? Was it really my fault? Did i really give her wrong change? I donnoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To solve the matter in just a minute, i asked my chief cashier to open up my cash drawer. And tadaaa.. i gave tht old lady 50cents.. I said sorry to her but to no avail. She kept shouting at me in chinese lah, of course. I bet it was all vulgarities. She left fairprice but still shouting whatever things. My senior shouted after her.. "Yahlah, go and tell the whole market lah, aunty.."Haha.. Its funny lah actualli.. But i didnt even hav a single bit of urge to laugh.. At that point of time, i was on the verge of tears and resignation. I mean, oh my God, plz forgive me, I hate being forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all the staffs there are so beautiful souls. They motivated me and assured me that first day of work is meant for making mistakes. Even the customers there came to me and said its okay, take ur time to improve urself. Huhu.. No doubt theres nice people in Clementi. Oh, i almost forgotten about a kind old man. I gave him an extra amout of money for his change. To my astonishment, he came back and returned the $5 to me!! $5 u noe!! Lucky sey! Or else, i'd be the one who had to pay the company $5. Thanks mr nice old man. Thats about all for today's experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes time to improve. Since im always bored at home doing nothing, might as well i spend 6hrs a day at Fairprice rite? At least i earn a little bit of cash for myself. =) Nad resigned yesterday. What to do, if i was in her shoe, i had done tht too. She was located at clementi fairprice hypermarket. Hypermarket. Its the size of Giant, i guess. Everybody who goes there buy things using trolleys. Haha! mak tak relaaaaaaa!! I still remember, the day i surprised her. Yerp. i surprised her. she's my lesbo partner. She was standing beside an Indian Cashier. First day of work mah, so she was assisted by a senior cashier. I was watching at her for quite some time. There she was, standing and frowning with the face plz-i-wan-to-shit-in-my-pants.. Oops. Maha too, is going to resign. She cant take the stress anymore... Well, soon my turn will come. When, im not sure. but soon. Maha is a fren i found during the training. Also, she likes Nad.. She called Nad but not me... Hoho.. Sounds fishy eh?? haha! Shes a hindi fanatic. We talked about hrithik roshan etc. . . Hrithik .. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The training to be a cashier wasnt that bad even though its way too boring.. Who cares, we are paid just by attending the training itself. Surprisingly, there were mat reps who attended the training. Haha. Funny thing. Mat rep nowadays are so hardworking when it comes to money business. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally tomorrow is wednesday. My cat will be back to Pasir Laba.. I hope he's doing fine, alright and remain cute, as always. Im missing my big bulging eyes cat so much u noe. Im so lonely without him entertaining my craps. hehe. Oh my oh my. this entry is so wordy. Alamak! i bet u guys stop reading halfway through eh?hOHOHo.. but wat to do.. I love to type.. I have so many things to share. I dont noe to whom i could share all these working stories. Anybody interested? If u are, plz leave ur contact no. Thank you sir/ma'am. Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/1600/757172/02-11-06_1105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/320/755182/02-11-06_1105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all my frens. Two of them are my sleeping&lt;br /&gt;mate. The blacky hello kitty is for resting of my legs.&lt;br /&gt;The big tummy patrick is for me to hug and cuddle.I&lt;br /&gt;cant bring spongebob sleeping with me. he's wearing&lt;br /&gt;only underwear and its way too risky. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/1600/488547/31-12-06_1541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/320/465958/31-12-06_1541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/1600/743192/03-01-07_1241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/320/159038/03-01-07_1241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/1600/553435/31-12-06_1652.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/1600/237677/30-12-06_2130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/320/283493/30-12-06_2130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving you makes my life beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;the most beautiful moment in my life, is to have&lt;br /&gt;u right beside me. =) i miss you wak. i hope u&lt;br /&gt;miss me too. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/1600/572923/25-12-06_1757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/320/527102/25-12-06_1757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its my bro's birthday today. he's finally 21.&lt;br /&gt;he's gt the key to freedom alrdy!huhu. havent&lt;br /&gt;bought anything for him. he has asked for a&lt;br /&gt;siluet 40. He's so into losing weight. He's like&lt;br /&gt;a lost puppy now. I dont want tht to happen to&lt;br /&gt;me ok, baby.. promise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/1600/717089/31-12-06_1540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/320/456966/31-12-06_1540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall end my entry with a very cute little thing&lt;br /&gt;besides my very own big bulging eyes cat. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-116835142140081263?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/116835142140081263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=116835142140081263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116835142140081263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116835142140081263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2007/01/hoho.html' title='hoho'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-116773589500165888</id><published>2007-01-02T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T19:04:57.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>i've just waved and screamed goodbye to my cute little brother. can u imagine it, i screamed "ABANG!!BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"(*hehe*) from his bedroom window and everybody at the badminton court was staring at me, of course.. hmm.. i dun feel like following my parents sending bro at pasir ris intc. actualli i wanted to. but the fact is, im too tired to bathe lah. kinda sad though seeing him who looks like an egg, so round and dark carrying two big bulky black bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as requested by some lovely minnie, here i am updating my blog. since theres only limited people reading tis blog due to tight security, i shall now type watever that comes into my mind! *evin grin* hohoho.. dumdum! where is my gum gum? hehe.. well, u shud go watch night at the museum.. its a bloody hell nice holy movie.. especially when u watch it with ur cutie boyfren.. cuddles him.. tickles him.. hohoho.. and there goes my dumdum..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, as in generally or some sort in general, im glad that shimin is getting in my way. I mean, all this while, we havent been that close before until i become an insomniac. yep. And thus, a new found fren i had. She accompanies me every night by tolerating my craps until my eyes say "Hello fairuz, plz go to sleep now.. Ur eyelids are getting heavier and heavier just like the weight of ur body.." So back to Shimin. She gave me a handmade gift which i rarely receive. I mean, the last tym i gt a handmade gift from someone was, like a yr ago? a handmade bookmark.. hehe..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Min, thanks for being there. She's always there to help people solve problems until she forgets about herself.. thats no right ok? shall never keep tings to urself. Be like me, talk craps in the blog but no more crapping in real life.. actuali i dun realli understand wat i am typing. I miss my school life and tomorrow, school for the kiddos will be commencing.. Great for them.. If only i could rewind those days, i'd have spent more quality time wif tht little minnie.. haha.. frankly, i kinda jealous when i saw the tingy u gave nad. got loads more content. but its the thought that counts rite? hahah!=)  but its never too late to know someone better. well, looking forward to seeing my deary frens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its a nice thing that i didnot scold anyone anymore when they call me names. Im glad with myself. I mean, i've accepted who i am alrdy after so freaking loooooong.. Min called me a wrestler. (should hav called me taufik batisah's personal bodyguard, tht sounds better u noe, haha) I donno which part of my body reminds her that i look like a wrestler. She said i sounded fierce when talking on the phone. And that was how she got a name for me, wrestler. I still remember, in the past, i used to quarrel with my cutie pie bulging eyes boyfren becoz he sent me a picture of a wrestler saying that i looked just like the wrestler. Debra if i was not mistaken. But back then, we were just frens. I did not talk to him for quite some time ard a month or so. Hahaha. Tinking of those days can make me smile to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well folks, i'll be going for three days training for the cashier job at NTUC. Kinda nervous but at the same time i cant stop asking myself from being excited. hehe. the thought of being cashier does freak me but if i were to look at different point of view, im excited about having a job and finally earn some cash for myself.=) its all about money. Capital is where everything starts working. yey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-116773589500165888?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/116773589500165888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=116773589500165888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116773589500165888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116773589500165888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-116730454384336049</id><published>2006-12-26T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T01:26:43.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>im freaking hell pissed off with this kind of bollocks. i dont noe why on earth the jacket bro bought for me stinks so much despite using dozen sprays of perfume. wat the heck. if i were to say my body has an odour, why didnt other clothes stink? shit shit shit. perhaps i shud send to the laudry dry cleaning. yey! good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i tink i shud make this blog a private one. just in case any unwanted outsiders read my blog. i mean, why shud i share my problems with the strangers? so. i've thought of putting password. =) and yea, i dont even want people to know how i have been doing all these while. i feel better after typing out all the shit that has been stuck in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored. i wish i cud hav those days in the past. those days. those beautiful moments. but what am i supposed to do except looking forward to growing old with you as the days wore on.. except missing you so much.. except looking at our pictures we took together.. except reading all those letters you wrote for me and those past entries you posted for me.. sometimes i just feel that im clapping one hand.. u dont show any concerns towards me.. when i tell u im sick, im scared of being cheated, im scared of my results, im missing u so much, u merely change the topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS really changed the whole thing.. a true man indeed.. perhaps u just cant see how much i've been missing you.. i wish i cud be alone.. i wish i cud stand it when u ignore me.. but i couldnt.. ='( everyday i still dream about u. u said it was a mistake for pampering me too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evry time i walked past the void deck, i'd smile to myself as i remembered the day when u surprised me after school, after band practice. u said im not understanding enough.. how understanding shud i be? no gerls can stand it when their boyfren refuses to meet her.. no gerls can stand it when their boyfren ignores her.. and i dun even think that any gerls can accept it when her bf refused to meet her when she was just a few blks away from her bf's house.. its like as if he's up to something nasty with some other gerls? thats why he chased her gf away? i donnoe. im bloody confused now. just like u do. how on earth shudnt i be thinking negative if u continue on treating me like this.. i donnoe how u could stop worrying about me when u're so busy worrying abt ur NS tingy.. i can nvr stop worrying abt you even though i was darn busy studying for my olvl.. wheres those Mr Yanny loves Mrs Hairi today, tomorrow and forever??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im praying hard that things between us will improve.. i love you dearly. and hope u feel the same way too. i hope you'll pass your SOC soon and off to taiwan and graduate as a SGT.. by then, i hope things between us will be back to normal.. i shall wait for you, just like in the past.. i waited for u for 4 yrs and i dun tink it would kill to wait for u for a couple of months more before u graduate as a SGT.. and hope that you'll not take me for granted.. that's all.. one more thing, theres no love without jealousy.. if you do not feel jealous for that particular someone you love, then it means you dont care.. when that 'dont care' attitude comes, it means, theres no more love between them.. who i am now, thanks to you. for the past 6mths i didnt even talk to any guys. i didnt even care abt them. i didnt even hav the heart to share opinions with them. until that very day when i saw the messages in ur inbox..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can say im worst than a child.. many gerls when their bf entered NS, they'll delete their bf's photo in their frenster account.. they even went out with other guys.. but i waited for u faithfully baby. hold on, not waited. im still waiting for you faithfully. i didnt even delete any of ur pics until u deleted mine. but y didnt u delete ur pics instead? u said u wanted to edit the pics. yea rite.. all these seem unimportant to u, if u happen to read this, im sure u gonna say "u're so childish. dun make a fuss over small matter like this".. small matter to u huh.. in the past u're the one who asked me nt to be too close wif any guys coz u're jealous and which i did.. u deleted my hi-5, which i let.. im willing to do every single thing for u, y nt u? at first i thought it was my fault.. u said im the one caused u to be in bad mood.. but after saying sorry profusely, after trying to make it up to u which u rejected for 5 days.. i guess it wasnt my fault entirely.. u're the one who chose to be alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u told me u're busy. but how on earth u got the time to go online and spent ur time surfing the net and updating ur frenster profile? frankly speaking, if i were to ask to delete that bloody thing just for u, i'd do that. i dun even hav a single bit of feelings to make new frens coz all i want now is u. just u. my one and only love. zulhairi. the old u. which is impossible to get. u're my first love. i hav no experience in loving someone before. though u're my first love, i've promised to myself that u're the first and last guy in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe u're too busy worrying abt ur NS life and i doubt u read my blog anymore. well, thats why i talked so much here. coz, i feel like as if im talking to u, baby. i miss talking to u. i miss watching vcds with u. i miss tickling u. i miss licking u. i miss massaging ur head. i miss cooking for u. i miss forcing u to eat as much as possible. omg. i miss every single bit about u.. if u were to ask ur NSmates how often they talk to their gf, well i can tell u, every night rite? or maybe atleast twice or thrice a week? but me? i gt the chance talking to u once a week. but did i complain?? i even asked u to go to sleep early.. and when ur PMS starts, oni GOD knows how long i hav to wait before i can talk to u.. i did not complain when we did not hav a celebration for our very &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; anniversary coz i knew back then u were very tired after days of exhausting activities.. i did not complain when every time u're messaging me and halfway u fell asleep.. i did not complain when u didnt even call me for once before.. i accept for who u are.. u said u dont like to talk on the phone, so i accepted.. am i that bad? am i not that understanding enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i shall stop being emotional here. i noe i love to talk rubbish. but some things do make sense i guess? so from now on, i shall keep my mouth shut and control the urge of talking craps. i've talked enough. i feel much better now. sheesh. i hope i can sleep tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for my friends.. since i've made this blog a private one. that means this blog is all mine. i can no need to worry that i'd hurt anybody's feelings while typing.. i dont need to re-read the content in order to avoid any unhappiness between me and anyone. well lately, life is all about me and nad, and im really grateful that she has been consistently willing to hear my craps. i dont blame the rest of my friends for ignoring me. its my fault anyway. i was the one who has neglected them for the past few months. and i am sure they are tired of asking me out again and again and all they get is rejection. i donnoe what's up with me.. i want to be free on saturdays coz i dun wan to miss any dates wif my dear boyfren..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family is doing alrite. the thing that makes me happy is, to wake up every morning and find out that my family is all by my side no matter how bad the time is. as usual, bro has changed alot too. no doubt NS changes a singaporean boy's life. he doesnt talk much now. he seems to be lost for words when it comes to talking to me and kin. well, good luck to him. he has lost ard 6kg within 3 wks which is realli impressive, i can say that. perhaps, macho guys do not talk to tall girls like me? hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it. enough is enough, fai. hehe. =) i wanna watch hindi movie. i gt arjun rampel, hrithik and amir khan! arjun and rampel, just the name of those two blackies can make me smile from ear to ear. coz they remind me of my cutie pie. eh wait, tht'd simply add more sadness into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 is just a few days away.. im really looking forward to having a fruitful year ahead. its the year where my adulthood stage starts. my tertiary education. O levels results is just ard the conrer.. no more pessimistic..and yah, i really hope things between me and you will improve tremendously.. i love you , baby. i wish i cud hug u now.heh.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-116730454384336049?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/116730454384336049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=116730454384336049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116730454384336049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116730454384336049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_26.html' title='=('/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-116689780521837161</id><published>2006-12-24T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T19:25:01.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>its not a blessed to get a good memory with no intelligence. u'll tend to remember and cast your mind back to the past but without thinkings. now, my only wish is to die. im not attracting anybody's attention. this is how im feeling now. worst than a pile of manure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-116689780521837161?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/116689780521837161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=116689780521837161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116689780521837161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116689780521837161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-116642289934935217</id><published>2006-12-18T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T00:00:57.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its pouring, its raining, the sun in the sky isnt shining..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish i may, i wish i might.. lalalalala~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, its &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;raining&lt;/span&gt;. so how am i supposed to find a job&lt;br /&gt;with this kind of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;cooling, wonderful, must-sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weather??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, basically, i've been looking for a job like almost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a month&lt;/strong&gt; alrdy. im getting tired of it&lt;br /&gt;perhaps im too&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; choosy&lt;/span&gt;. u can say tht. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm, shall wait till the new year.&lt;br /&gt;if theres still no job, i'd just apply for &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coffee bean &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or KFC, BK, MC. f&amp;b. e t c. . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;as for now, im looking for a job at factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the days last week, nad and i went for &lt;em&gt;a day job&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;guess wat? &lt;strong&gt;sales assistant&lt;/strong&gt; ler&lt;br /&gt;the sales was doing so WELL until we fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;i'd nvr indulge myself with BUSINESS stuff. NVR!&lt;br /&gt;and it &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was damn holy crap manure boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fortunately my crapping partner was there to&lt;br /&gt;entertain my shitty craps. whooops. =o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shant drag my entry any longer. im &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mind-numbing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;as requested by &lt;strong&gt;nad&lt;/strong&gt;.. (again?haha)&lt;br /&gt;she asked me to upload the pics we took on our&lt;br /&gt;very first working experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;till den. bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; *yawnz* ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/1600/783925/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/1600/844650/ni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/320/361058/ni.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*health products and bears*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;feeling excited! beginning of the very first &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;working experience. see that gerl. shes so elated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe she's the one who chased away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;those customers??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/320/712867/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;let me touch up my hair first la!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nad:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;who want to take ur pic? i wanna &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;camwhore on my own lah! hoho!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/1600/221931/build.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/320/335811/build.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;its an office area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;this is the place. where all the ang mos, sepets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;bang-las came from just to look at our booth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;mind you, LOOK! not BUY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/1600/81972/Image070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/320/200710/Image070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 6hrs of worthless, fruitless sales.&lt;br /&gt;at least i perked myself up by taking pic&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/1600/484230/Image069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/320/400067/Image069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shall end today's entry by showing this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pic. let tht mrs hard fly to the sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;psst..just let her be la! =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-116642289934935217?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/116642289934935217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=116642289934935217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116642289934935217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116642289934935217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/12/boredom.html' title='boredom!'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-116594380519312242</id><published>2006-12-13T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T19:02:05.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huwahuwah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/1600/253102/kfc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/320/306056/kfc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess what everybodei?!? I've just finished eating &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 pieces of chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! crispy chicken babe! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its so yummylicious. its finger licking. wolalala.. the tenderness of the chicken flesh, the crispy crisp.. swallow it, it melts in ur mouth, bite it, munch it, it forms into bolus, the tongue plays ard with the chicken, it softens the bolus..it moves down the oesophagus by peristalsis..digestion of protein occurs..pepsin, trypsin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ok, stop it.. enuff of my &lt;strong&gt;nonsense&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its already &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.09am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha. im not surprise if i gain 10kg by the end of this school vocation. Yey! but hello.. i'll make sure it wun happen.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; gonna dick my throat, and *puke* ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; just kidding. so, im here blogging as requested by my dear fair lady fren, also known as &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mrs hard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;ooopsie&lt;/em&gt;.. well, what shall i type eh? okay. yesterday i had a bad day. the day after yesterday too. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i shall just get to what i wanted to share alrite.. Yesterday, i scratched my own face &lt;em&gt;accidentally&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*blood started to flow non-stop, i was paralysed wif fear upon seeing those blood flowing down my cheeks. it was like water running down from the tap water. i slammed myself onto the floor. i hit my head. i jumped up and down. i rolled on the ground. finally, the blood stopped leaking..*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And now, theres a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;big scar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on my cheek. What an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ugly monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you are, &lt;em&gt;fai&lt;/em&gt;! *&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; hooga shaaga hooga shaaga!*&lt;/span&gt; Yeessa!! I like! wat the hell is happening man? I mean, how on the blue hell could i &lt;strong&gt;scratch&lt;/strong&gt; my own &lt;strong&gt;cheek&lt;/strong&gt;? Funny eh? Haha.. More to disgusting lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. i almost forgotten about&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; that is crucial. vital. important. necessary. essential&lt;/strong&gt; to be announced to the whole world. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;Mrs Hard&lt;/span&gt; told me that, she nearly shit at 16th floor of her block. Hohoho.. I cant imagine, seeing a 17 yrs old gerl, squatting down at 16th floor, shitting, with that &lt;strong&gt;satisfaction look&lt;/strong&gt; portrays on her face, u noe, the face when u r satisfied with the own amount of shit u've produced !&lt;/em&gt; Oh my, im laughing to myself now. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Too much imagination isnt good for the mind, you noe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Bad fai bad fai,&lt;/em&gt; shudnt have laughed at her own fren. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt; am i? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*erhhhhem!*&lt;/span&gt; hell no. Huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was&lt;strong&gt; kak moni's engagement day&lt;/strong&gt;. after 8 yrs of being in a relationship with her mr rodrigo, finally they're&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; engaged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. wonder how they sustained that kind of long relationship. maybe i shud ask some tips from her. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hohoho. &lt;/span&gt;it was my &lt;strong&gt;mum's 41st birthday&lt;/strong&gt; too. wat a coincidence. and it was also a day after my &lt;strong&gt;brother gone for NS&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*bored* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now, 2 important men in my life are far away from me. I mean, they're not with me no matter how badly i want them. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my dear cutie pie big bulging eyes baby will go to taiwan very soon for three weeks .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; its bad enough that we hav to meet oni once a week. and now wat? &lt;strong&gt;taiwan&lt;/strong&gt;? 3 weeks? But its&lt;em&gt; inevitable&lt;/em&gt;. we have no choice. i mean, him. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;betul-betul cabaran sey, babe! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oklah. i dun hav any mood to type any longer. suddenly change of mood. humph! humph! and people, i have a few pictures to share with you guys. so pictures, u guys take over aite. goodie nite, everybodei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/1600/255549/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/320/478315/Image057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet you guys must be wondering, who's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;mrs hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;well, this lady here owns that nickname. =)&lt;br /&gt;dont tease her abt shitting at public place if u&lt;br /&gt;happen to bang onto her one day. just smile and&lt;br /&gt;give a little wave. she must be embarrassed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*evil grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/1600/216812/mY%20fAmiLy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/320/326090/mY%20fAmiLy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i donnoe what the hell i was looking at, but i noe&lt;br /&gt;the camera man did not give any signal when he&lt;br /&gt;snapped that pic.holy crap alrite!&lt;br /&gt;my cutie pie little brother missing in action.&lt;br /&gt;*ouch* i bet he has shed ard 8gram by today?&lt;br /&gt;hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/1600/306114/PC080120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/320/157295/PC080120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like studios shoot eh? haha&lt;br /&gt;you shud have seen the expression&lt;br /&gt;on the cameraman's face when we&lt;br /&gt;were playing ard at his backdrop.&lt;br /&gt;*huhuhu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/1600/891808/09-12-06_1646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/320/708660/09-12-06_1646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now theres my ahbung. shorty&lt;br /&gt;little brother. bmtc school 1. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;tht might be the last pic u can see&lt;br /&gt;him wearing size 40 jeans.*grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/1600/991622/huhu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/320/362618/huhu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the heck?&lt;br /&gt;well, shall end today's entry with tis&lt;br /&gt;picture. u guys better dun do this&lt;br /&gt;in public, alryte. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the people out dere.&lt;br /&gt;good luck in finding my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;u're lucky if u cud find one.yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh yah. i have something nice to share with you guys, my close frens. huhu. &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/4966942/0/900185261"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/photos/4966942/0/900185261&lt;/a&gt; some hot stuff! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-116594380519312242?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/116594380519312242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=116594380519312242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116594380519312242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116594380519312242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/12/huwahuwah.html' title='huwahuwah'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-116548352222536218</id><published>2006-12-07T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T17:28:54.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>none</title><content type='html'>It has been quite a while since i last updated my blog huh?&lt;br /&gt;Plain old mind-numbing opening for my entry..*Yawn*&lt;br /&gt;How's life everyone? Having a great time, i guess..&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of finding job.&lt;br /&gt;Have sent dozens of resume.&lt;br /&gt;Have come down for interviews..&lt;br /&gt;and all i get is.."Can you wait, We'll call you very soon"&lt;br /&gt;so that's it. very soon my foot. till now no response!&lt;br /&gt;i just cant stand it.&lt;br /&gt;i must keep myself occupied..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm missing my cutie pie very very much.&lt;br /&gt;no words can ever describe how much i love him.&lt;br /&gt;it has been 7mths since i last saw him wif tht kind of&lt;br /&gt;hairstyle and wearing that ring..=)&lt;br /&gt;ok, im speechless now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/1600/718853/PICT0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/320/770553/PICT0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/1600/206882/PICT0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/320/210663/PICT0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-116548352222536218?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/116548352222536218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=116548352222536218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116548352222536218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116548352222536218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/12/none.html' title='none'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-116447472859483920</id><published>2006-11-24T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T01:12:08.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>Jam and Hop night..&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt that fun.&lt;br /&gt;Nor it wasnt that bad. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/1600/55953/CIMG3269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/320/348772/CIMG3269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/1600/302649/CIMG3268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5077/511/320/347384/CIMG3268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. i nid a job badly. i want money. my own money.&lt;br /&gt;myself earn. Job Job Job!&lt;br /&gt;Shud i just work  as a sales promoter?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Or simply wait for the phone call from&lt;br /&gt;those companies that i've sent Resume?&lt;br /&gt;Must I wait for like forever?!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of waiting .. zzz..~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-116447472859483920?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/116447472859483920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=116447472859483920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116447472859483920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116447472859483920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/11/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-116382242488023804</id><published>2006-11-17T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T12:07:44.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th</title><content type='html'>Another group of beautiful people&lt;br /&gt;from heaven&lt;br /&gt;celebrated my birthday ..&lt;br /&gt;had a big family feast wif them. .&lt;br /&gt;Then the best part came..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presents!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Dad and Nenek gave me $$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*feel like floating in the water*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kin gave a box of chocos from Candy Empire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*it melts in ur mouth ..ouch!!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad gave a B.U.M tshirt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*i've worn it alrdy!=p kancong mah..*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/17-11-06_2325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/17-11-06_2325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purposely chose a chocolate Mousse.&lt;br /&gt;Coz, dad and bro dont really like&lt;br /&gt;Chocolateeee.Huhu.. Less people eat.&lt;br /&gt;Means big portion given..=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/17-11-06_2021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/17-11-06_2021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grumpy looking lady with my&lt;br /&gt;deary elated daddy waiting for the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/17-11-06_2015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/17-11-06_2015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself wif my insect-like brother..&lt;br /&gt;The one that 's going to Pulau Tekong&lt;br /&gt;very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/17-11-06_2018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/17-11-06_2018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama and my &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; brother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/17-11-06_2033.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/17-11-06_2033.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful people. Don't mind about the food ok?&lt;br /&gt;Big people, eat BIG food.&lt;br /&gt;Big food as in, A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s: The food there taste great. Especially the seafood!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go, have a bite at Al-Ameen. Amin . =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-116382242488023804?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/116382242488023804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=116382242488023804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116382242488023804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116382242488023804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/11/17th.html' title='17th'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-116367393555881213</id><published>2006-11-16T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T18:53:11.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unexpected.</title><content type='html'>ok, today my beautiful frens surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;ahaa.. so nice of them to wake me up&lt;br /&gt;and came to my house when i was still clad in&lt;br /&gt;my sleeping clothes. Hehe~!*blush*&lt;br /&gt;and its so bad of me for sleeping till 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;they came to give a present to me. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot guys, you beautiful people.. =)&lt;br /&gt;im glad to have friends like&lt;br /&gt;you guys. Huhu.. Ouh yah, not forgetting,&lt;br /&gt;my brother who's going to serve the nation.&lt;br /&gt;National Service, soon! My house gonna be dead&lt;br /&gt;silent without him.. *yawnz* He gave me&lt;br /&gt;a NewBalance Jacket. Surprisingly, he bought&lt;br /&gt;a green one for me. GREEN.&lt;br /&gt;He knows i like green?&lt;br /&gt;Huhu. I loike! He even wrapped the present.&lt;br /&gt;1st tym!! Aww..So sweet of him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, life is getting bored.&lt;br /&gt;Bored. Mind-numbing. Lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to do besides sleep,read, eat,study.&lt;br /&gt;Ouh yah,i've been craving for Sushi like everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Today i've eaten ard 11 sushi.&lt;br /&gt;The day before yesterday i ate ard 15?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;slap my forehead&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Sushi freak. Hohoho~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for my Olvl examination to end.&lt;br /&gt;So i can go hunt for a job and perhaps&lt;br /&gt;make my life more&lt;br /&gt;exciting? interesting? meaningful? heee.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Yun Qing getting money makes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart pumps triple speed faster. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feels like fishes swimming in my stomach..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goldfishes squeezing in my blood capillaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*Jealousy* Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm..frankly speaking, i kinda miss the old days..&lt;br /&gt;hehe, i miss spending time wif my cutie pie..&lt;br /&gt;Tickle his so called "bloated" tummy..&lt;br /&gt;Dig his ears..His nose..Cook together..&lt;br /&gt;Share craps and crack lame jokes..&lt;br /&gt;I only got to see him once a week.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday i'll wait patiently for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has been so busy.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt he reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;No time for him to update this blog,&lt;br /&gt;no more talkings abt me.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, its all abt trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. But its ok, anyway blogs are supposed&lt;br /&gt;to be a place for us to pour our feelings rite..&lt;br /&gt;So..I dont care who's reading my blog..&lt;br /&gt;and yah, i really &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;that gerl&lt;/em&gt;.. =)&lt;br /&gt;The one that has caused me to cry so much.&lt;br /&gt;Cried in the public.&lt;br /&gt;Cried like a sicko right in my house.&lt;br /&gt;Thats terrible.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its thrilling to see me crying eh.&lt;br /&gt;theres stil such gerl exists in this world, wat a waste.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, wat goes ard, comes ard. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.. see you soon everybody. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-116367393555881213?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/116367393555881213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=116367393555881213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116367393555881213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116367393555881213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/11/unexpected_16.html' title='unexpected.'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-116296159801932949</id><published>2006-11-08T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T12:53:18.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>ok, i noe im crazy.&lt;br /&gt;im not supposed to be here blogging.&lt;br /&gt;so yah, hey.. finally olvl examination has started.&lt;br /&gt;how was it?&lt;br /&gt;thats such a stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;im prepared for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;so much careless mistake&lt;br /&gt;in addition, all the papers&lt;br /&gt;were totally difficult.&lt;br /&gt;sheer madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's english paper,&lt;br /&gt;i wrote a wrong format for my situational writing.&lt;br /&gt;teacher said, once wrong formart...&lt;br /&gt;ur eng grade will be pulled one or two grade down.&lt;br /&gt;ah yes. thank u eh.&lt;br /&gt;C6 is just impossible to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;oklah, to cut it short,&lt;br /&gt;im not surprise if i hav to go ITE.&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps the new campus at Jurong East area.&lt;br /&gt;didnt noe tht it exists until ytd a guy approached&lt;br /&gt;us, ask us  to do a survey abt tht sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i cant deny that im sad and feeling down now.&lt;br /&gt;i keep thinking abt those papers that have been&lt;br /&gt;submitted to Cambridge. Faeces.&lt;br /&gt;keep thinking abt the past.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody to coax me, nobody to talk to tonite, tmr, the day after tmr..&lt;br /&gt;my Cutie pie must be at Pulau Tekong alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;hope he's doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since i talked abt him here.&lt;br /&gt;well, im not sure whether he reads my blog or not.&lt;br /&gt;life has been so unfair la.&lt;br /&gt;he has been so busy. i miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;i hope he;s doing fine out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then people, im off. study my geography.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-116296159801932949?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/116296159801932949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=116296159801932949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116296159801932949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116296159801932949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post_08.html' title='=('/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-116236612742529765</id><published>2006-11-01T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T15:28:56.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>stupid effing fairuz.&lt;br /&gt;the past is haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;keep on tinking abt the past,&lt;br /&gt;which hinders my brain development.&lt;br /&gt;why think abt the past?&lt;br /&gt;wat is done cannot be undone.&lt;br /&gt;but what if &lt;strong&gt;this past&lt;/strong&gt; keeps on repeating?&lt;br /&gt;human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've just taken my bio olvl paper.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, everybody was like ..&lt;br /&gt;"HEY THE PAPER WAS DAMN EASY!"&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell la.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt even answer a simple qn!&lt;br /&gt;how on earth white blood cell contains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haemoglobin..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what does a SYMBOL equation mean?&lt;br /&gt;bloody shhiitt..&lt;br /&gt;i kept on tinking whether to write word or chemical eqn&lt;br /&gt;until..&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to do that question..&lt;br /&gt;which in actual fact, i noe both of the eqns.&lt;br /&gt;easy paper means, &lt;em&gt;moderation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chance of passing biology is so slim.&lt;br /&gt;practical was terribly done.&lt;br /&gt;theory was another bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;now left wif chemistry to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till den, goodbye everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-116236612742529765?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/116236612742529765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=116236612742529765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116236612742529765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116236612742529765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-116167126852249909</id><published>2006-10-24T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T14:27:49.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring raya</title><content type='html'>selamat hari raya .&lt;br /&gt;what a beautiful afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;sad thing i have to stay at home ..&lt;br /&gt;today's PSI is 37. back to normal but nt for long&lt;br /&gt;wanna noe why? becoz those indonesians are busy celebrating hari raya.&lt;br /&gt;so today's deforestation is cancelled. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;what a boring raya i ever had..&lt;br /&gt;my sis and my bro are entertaining themselves..&lt;br /&gt;karaoke ! bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;all of my relatives havent come yet. just not yet.&lt;br /&gt;so bored. so bored.&lt;br /&gt;no money.&lt;br /&gt;no green packets.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i cud have those beautiful moments of hari raya.&lt;br /&gt;back then, i was just a kid.&lt;br /&gt;playing with the sparklers?&lt;br /&gt;i miss those time.&lt;br /&gt;especially my old house.&lt;br /&gt;ahh..we tend to miss those things tht are impossible to come back eh?&lt;br /&gt;human being.&lt;br /&gt;COUNTING down THE days.&lt;br /&gt;O lvl is drawing near. Its getting near.&lt;br /&gt;nearer and nearer.&lt;br /&gt;yet no preparation is made.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-116167126852249909?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/116167126852249909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=116167126852249909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116167126852249909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/116167126852249909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/10/boring-raya.html' title='boring raya'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-116124641890169840</id><published>2006-10-19T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T16:26:59.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>life hasnt been beautiful lately.&lt;br /&gt;nor hasnt been tht bad..&lt;br /&gt;i've just taken my combine sci o lvl practical&lt;br /&gt;for goodness sake, its O LEVEL.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, how fast time flies..&lt;br /&gt;like an eye-blink speed huh..&lt;br /&gt;it was terribly done.&lt;br /&gt;disaster.&lt;br /&gt;utterly disappointing..&lt;br /&gt;effing shit..arghhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;what the heck!&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a faeces now.&lt;br /&gt;manure. shit. waste material. garbage. rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;no shoulder to lean on..&lt;br /&gt;no listening ears. duh!&lt;br /&gt;nevermind abt that.&lt;br /&gt;its my future anyway.&lt;br /&gt;heart pain.&lt;br /&gt;chest pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is my last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;wonder how it will be.&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss my classmates real bad.&lt;br /&gt;fun and laughters.&lt;br /&gt;joy and fights.&lt;br /&gt;friends and foes.&lt;br /&gt;no more teng's granny stories.&lt;br /&gt;no more husky voice mr sin.&lt;br /&gt;no more sar nvr ending 21st-pair-three-chromosomes madness.&lt;br /&gt;no more nad to be disturbed..&lt;br /&gt;no more saz to be criticised..&lt;br /&gt;no more MJ!&lt;br /&gt;no more sassy legs for quarrelling.&lt;br /&gt;no more shouting across the class.&lt;br /&gt;no more scoldings, naggings! from teachers.&lt;br /&gt;and many many more no more.&lt;br /&gt;neh, watever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-115872784290232184</id><published>2006-09-20T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T12:50:43.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haa..</title><content type='html'>Ok, i donnoe why im so disturbed by the biology paper.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i didnt do 5qns.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i've checked the answers for some qns,&lt;br /&gt;and yah, i answered wrongly for quite a no. of qns.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i've nvr felt like tis before.&lt;br /&gt;gonna fail real bad huh.&lt;br /&gt;im ready for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;but i noe, i'll disappoint my mother.&lt;br /&gt;every night she accompanied me doing revision.&lt;br /&gt;and here i am, failing all the papers.&lt;br /&gt;sorry mum. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-115829180916575999</id><published>2006-09-15T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T11:43:29.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/34538893862037l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/34538893862037l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/34538939551965l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/34538939551965l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/Image000000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/Image000000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three long months...i'm finally out of there. from one end of the island to another. i mean. from tekong to pasir laba?oh dear. next, sispec. 6 more months before i can start my job proper, whatever that will be. wish me luck. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-115829180916575999?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/115829180916575999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=115829180916575999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/115829180916575999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/115829180916575999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/09/after-three-long-months.html' title=''/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-115754122693729077</id><published>2006-09-06T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T19:20:03.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>i came across a blog, a fren of mine.. and theres an entry that really caught my attention. its about &lt;em&gt;"see ur character by using ur birth month".. &lt;/em&gt;so, out of sheer curiousity, i scrolled down the page. searched for november. and tadaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOVEMBER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a lot of ideas&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to fathom&lt;br /&gt;Thinks forward&lt;br /&gt;Unique and brilliant&lt;br /&gt;Extraordinary ideas&lt;br /&gt;Sharp thinking&lt;br /&gt;Fine and strong clairvoyance&lt;br /&gt;Can become good doctors&lt;br /&gt;Careful and cautious&lt;br /&gt;Dynamic in personality&lt;br /&gt;Secretive&lt;br /&gt;Inquisitive&lt;br /&gt;Knows how to dig secrets&lt;br /&gt;Always thinking&lt;br /&gt;Less talkative but amiable&lt;br /&gt;Brave and generous&lt;br /&gt;Patient&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted&lt;br /&gt;If there is a will, there is a way&lt;br /&gt;Determined&lt;br /&gt;Never give up&lt;br /&gt;Hardly become angry unless provoked&lt;br /&gt;Loves to be alone&lt;br /&gt;Thinks differently from others&lt;br /&gt;Sharp-minded&lt;br /&gt;Motivates oneself&lt;br /&gt;Does not appreciate praises&lt;br /&gt;High-spirited&lt;br /&gt;Well-built and tough&lt;br /&gt;Deep love and emotions&lt;br /&gt;Romantic&lt;br /&gt;Uncertain in relationships&lt;br /&gt;Homely&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking&lt;br /&gt;High abilities&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;Honest and keeps secrets&lt;br /&gt;Not able to control emotions&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so frens, what do you tink about me? isnt it true? i mean most of the characters listed really matched with siti fairuz's very own character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i could feel a bubble of guilt in the pit of my stomach. almost two days elapsed. i've done no revisions at all. no mock exam means no revision. haha. prelim in two weeks time. less than two weeks i tink. i tink. haha. not tht sure. didnt really bother to take a look at the examination time table. ouh, i did. i checked the days tht im not supposed to be in school. thts all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today my wonderful, round little brother opened a big table at kfc. haha. i've been eating chickens since last saturday. saturday, sunday, monday, tuesday and finally wednesday. which is today. haha. hail for fairuz! no wonder im a girl who looks over-fed with protein. but who cares, after 'o' level, i have something in my mind alrdy. oh yah. saw yun qing at kfc! she was clad in jwss p.e t shirt. haha, tht gerl. simply loves jurong west sec sch so much. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, shall end my entry here. i have to clear up the dining table before my mum goes haywire. haha. i've spread all my books on the dining table just now, thought of doing some revision,was in a spirit of $500.. u noe? end up, i spent my time reading storybook. procrastination.. procrastination(as taught by nad.. haha..) just now my mum received a phone call from govt feedback people? they asked about "whats ur opinion about inviting foreign talent into Singapore?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly, i'd like to answer such question. i have lots of things to say about tht.let me say something ok?.. The influx of foreign talent into Singapore has brought about many Singaporeans unemployed. Singaporeans are getting educated, with minumum qualification, Diploma yet still working in a foreign company(MNC, i tink) and is paid poorly. a good example, is my very own brother lah! He deserves it anyway. nobody asked him to go and buy a bike which could cost you a bomb! haha.. making his own standard of living worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i end my entry. i would like to say.. I miss Zulhairi so much. Heh. I really miss him. I really love him and i'm loving him more and more each day. He's my one and only love of my life.=) and soon, i'll buy ginko for you, herbal pills, good for the memory. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-115754122693729077?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/115754122693729077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=115754122693729077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/115754122693729077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/115754122693729077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-115684045833731112</id><published>2006-08-29T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T16:51:05.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid old man</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that , i should update about what has happened to me lately.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i just feel that my life in Jurong West Secondary School isnt that bad though. I've tried a lot of things. Or shud i say, i was forced into doing those things? Haha.. Its just inevitable lah. At least i've made my stay in JWSS a memorable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after almost five years in JWSS, i decided to try how it was to stay in the sick bay. Since i didnot study for my geog mock exam, an idea struck me. What i did? Ouh, to tell you the truth, i WAS really sick that time. Theres a searing pain in my bloody sickening stomach. So, i asked Sar to send me to the office..and next moment, i was in the office. Just apparated into the office with the help of that monster-looking man. =X I called my mother, she wasnt at home. In fact, nobody was at home. I tot of asking anybody to pick me up from school so i could rest at home peacefully and at the same time i could skip that bloody geog mock exam. Bullocks! Its like killing two birds with one stone? Haha.. Alas, luck wasnt by my side. I had to stay at the sick bay. The office attendant said "YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO GO HOME ON YOUR OWN!"she sneeeeeeeeeeeeeered!! *watever* I tried to sleep on the bed, but couldnt bring myself to have a beautiful dream. I ended up reading notes for geog mock exam. Time seemed to drag on forever man, i waited patiently for the assembly to end. *fast forward* mr gopal came. had a little conversation with him. next moment, reluctantly i was on my way to 5n2 classroom. I tried to sneak into the classroom. Ok, stupid attempt. Holy Molly. Apparently, everybody could see me, just look at my size lah! To avoid any gaze, i crawled into my classroom.. Haha..I could hear cheer of joy, jeer of hatred.. enuff of my crap. To cut it short, mock exam was postponed to next tuesday.. Sheer malarkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the sick bay isnt that bad you noe! with fluffy pillow and simply comfortable mattress. Really! I swear! In addition, the room is air-conditioned! Just beware of the eagle eyes lah. Its not worth staying there but end up get scoldings from the eagle. Make sure u pull your socks up to your knee, wear your belt properly right below you &lt;em&gt;mountains&lt;/em&gt;, button up ur collar, tidy hair and &lt;strong&gt;greet&lt;/strong&gt; teachers &lt;em&gt;half-heartedly&lt;/em&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today! I was asked to sit outside the classroom for my english prelim paper2! Can you believe it? bloody hell tht old man. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets cast my mind back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad: Hahah! You thought i was behind you rite?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yalah! You look like her sey.. I tot she was you!&lt;br /&gt;So i smiled to myself. Suddenly...All of a sudden, silence reigned for a brief moment..&lt;br /&gt;Old-Man: Siti! You talked! Take your table. Go. Sit outside! (he's good in using verbs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart began to hammer in my chest and i could feel adrenaline surge through my body. I was shaking with rage. But,I wasnt in a mood for any arguments. i hate him. i loathe him. i dislike him.that over-flowing semen, prostate gland-less prat. For goodness' sake, it was my bloody prelim paper! and i had to sit outside all by myself! and The weather was simply perfect for a goodnight's sleep.it was extremely windy, my hair kept closing my eyes and honestly, i couldnt open up my eyes. I think, i was half-asleep? i'm confident that i'll fail my english paper wif beautiful colours.Just imagine yourself doing prelim paper after being punished by a teacher? So embarrassing. I bet theres whisper of joy from those foul-mouth. Especially that small eyes, sexy-legs lady.. awww.. sasssssyyy! *puke!* Ouh yah, before i forget! i would like to thank that malaysian lady for being so considerate during eng paper 1. She was terribly annoying, irritating and to make it simple, shes just a pain in the ass. kept making that pig sound of hers. sneeze lah, suck mucus lah, cough lah..wahlaaooo.. and she was facing me while doing all that nonsense. i knew she did that deliberately! she wanted to distract me! i couldnt tink a single shit man! i wrote bunkum! and thanks go to that sickening moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i almost lost my precious boy due to my stupidity and brainless talkings. and i really hope things between us will be fine, just like before. shant talk abt it in detail. i just wanna say, i miss him so much. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'd like to thank nad and sar =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orite, enough of typing. i need some sleep. till den, my toes are sneezing. my fingers are coughing... before i end my entry.. i have a long joke to share wif you.. the joke goes like tis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long enough? hur. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-115684045833731112?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/115684045833731112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=115684045833731112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/115684045833731112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/115684045833731112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/08/stupid-old-man.html' title='stupid old man'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-115357436511443353</id><published>2006-07-21T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T21:24:19.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Racial Harmony Day&lt;/em&gt; i ever had in my secondary school life.&lt;br /&gt;i'd never forget about it, really. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/P7212893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/P7212893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aww..5n2!!So sweeeeettt..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/210720062332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/210720062332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is really cute. serious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/P7212918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/P7212918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahh..nad!i loikeeee!*wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but, TONIGHT is the worst night i ever had in my life.No, not only tonight.. 7 more days to go!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No new sms from &lt;strong&gt;Zulhairi&lt;/strong&gt;. Wat a &lt;em&gt;lonely&lt;/em&gt; night.. And i have to wait for one week before i receive any new sms-es from &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zulhairi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..I really hope he's doing fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm missing him so much.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you Zulhairi.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0010.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0010.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-115357436511443353?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/115357436511443353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=115357436511443353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/115357436511443353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/115357436511443353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/07/best-racial-harmony-day-i-ever-had-in.html' title=''/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-115313883349832873</id><published>2006-07-17T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:28:35.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sucks</title><content type='html'>just taken my malay language o level listening compre examination. theres oni one word to describe it.. it &lt;strong&gt;SUCKS&lt;/strong&gt;! i couldnt answer a single question. i simly couldnt understand and couldnt bring myself to fathom the questions.. im so scared.. am so worried.. my oral was equally bad.. I kept on stuttering when talking to the examiners and the examiners were like building a sandcastle in the air when i was talking.. Ok, gud. Im sure, im positive, i will not get a good grade for this o level malay language. I dont really care what people gonna say about my malay results, i dont mind at all, to hell with those people.. But, its a waste of time if i had to retake my malay language. Its troublesome. I mean, oh well, i have to mug for five subjects already, and wif malay, i have to concentrate on 6 subjects? Holy Crap!!Im such a blockhead. A hole in the head. Anyway, come to think of it..no point dwelling on the past..so..i shall wait patiently for my results. let me guess, the maximum i could get for my malay might be ... B4! Im sure about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yah, just now, on my way home.. saw diniy and sylvia. They were making their way to the school i think.. they were walking happily holding laptop on their left hand and they were clad in home clothes.. and.. the one and only thing which makes me envy them is.. they are polytechnic students. Frankly speaking, i envy polytechnic students, they are allowed to wear anything they want..with tinted hair and so forth.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh, seriously, im missing zulhairi so much. realli. he'll be going for fieldcamp this coming friday.. and yerp, im not allowed to sms or call him during that period of time.. hopefully he will be fine.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that, i'll end my entry here.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm crazy in love with you, Zulhairi.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-115313883349832873?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/115313883349832873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=115313883349832873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/115313883349832873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/115313883349832873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/07/sucks.html' title='sucks'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-115210067259619426</id><published>2006-07-05T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:57:52.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im so lonely..</title><content type='html'>theres a crime going on ard my neighbourhood. I saw loads of policemen hanging ard ? lolling ard? ouh stupid. eh, its not realli policemen, coz, i dun tink policeman wears red beret on their head. is it the commandos? they are patrolling the area.. searching for a murderer. Heard somebody was murdered. and the murderer hasnt been caught yet. so good luck to tat murderer. hoho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been rather a stressful term for me. yeah. i could feel the heat of O levels examination. We are left with ard 40days before our prelims. Tht sucks big time. I've been slacking and slacking and slacking. Only God knows what I'm thinking..Of course.. Apparently I'm thinking about someone, faraway from Singapore, someone in Pulau Tekong.. Hehe.. Oh and yah, i have my daily routine too.. i have to wake up early, ard ok, 4.50am? to sms my love, sleep again, wake up again at ard 6am, go to school, go home from school, afternoon nap and homework and finally, its 10pm. after the mundanities of life, i'll wait patiently wait for my hp to ring. Excited about having the chance of smsing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as per normal, life has to go on no matter how bored it is. so, nothing much happened for the past few days. except for some durian festivals and bowling session wif kak dod's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time playing bowling. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/P6300050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/P6300050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are big people, if that wat u mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/P6300069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/P6300069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my vain little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/P6300127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/P6300127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, this cute little lad is trying to push the stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/P6300154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/P6300154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now wat??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/P6300125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/P6300125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his sister, yaya. can be a camera woman in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/P6300108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/P6300108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thts my brother, has been depressed for the past&lt;br /&gt;few days. anyway, he's sitting on my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/P6300090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/P6300090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thts my granny. she's still young in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/P6300070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/P6300070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/P6300164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/P6300164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are young. we have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/P6300158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/P6300158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are some snaps with the durians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my widening nose. to avoid&lt;br /&gt;any criticism, i'd successfully hid my nose.&lt;br /&gt;ouh yeah, just ignore the t-shirt im wearing.&lt;br /&gt;i just love jwss so much u see. puke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/haha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owww..thts so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/P7020175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/P7020175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;durians.. hoho!has just gone insane&lt;br /&gt;due to the sweetness of durian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/hoho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/hoho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've told u. thts just not right, kin.&lt;br /&gt;its just not right to play ard with&lt;br /&gt;a knife..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/P7020183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/P7020183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then. enough of my crap. im off.&lt;br /&gt;i have something much more important to attend to.&lt;br /&gt;i've just wasted an hour because of this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm missing zulhairi. hope to see him soon. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to my dear friends, its just not right for you guys to embarrass me right infront of the whole class today! i'm not getting married, mind you.  if possible, why not? hahahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-115210067259619426?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/115210067259619426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=115210067259619426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/115210067259619426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/115210067259619426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-so-lonely.html' title='im so lonely..'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-115181069097736150</id><published>2006-07-02T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T11:24:51.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart is crying...</title><content type='html'>good morning readers! its a sunday morning. and i hate sundays. cos sundays are the days when i have to go back to camp. i just wish everyday was saturday. go home, spend time with my loved ones...hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far life has been okay, pretty tiring, and definitely mentally challenging. just imagine, being far away from your family and girlfriend, and facing loads of obstacles each day...no one to talk to but your bunkmates, platoonmates and whoever would listen... but at least, my platoon commanders are nice people, though firm when the situation calls for it. they're not that old, just 1-2 years older, and maybe thats what makes them seem "friendly" to us. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our life has been very much routine. sleep at 2230. wake up at 0530 (0430 for me) and fall in at 0545. fall in, water parade, and followed by some exercises before going for breakfast. after breakfast, area cleaning, inspection and then training begins. usually the more strenous trainings are in the morning. oh yes. i hate runs. dont ask me why but running really brings your morale down. but the best part of trainings is when the intructor asks you, "do you have anything for me?" heh. cos that signifies the end of that particular training. hehe...end of training will be followed by at least a half hour break before the start of the next activity. and yes, besides running, route marches suck too. especially when you are not used to walking for kilometres carrying ar 20kg load on your back. not to mention the helmet on your head. i see stars. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else what else...nothing much. but everyone there live their lives just for saturday. saturdays are all we look forward to. including me. each day i suffer, is 1 day nearer to bookout day. heh. but somehow time passes by real slow over there. dont ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"every step i take...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;every move i make...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;every single day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;every time i pray...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll be missing you..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you siti fairuz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-115181069097736150?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/115181069097736150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=115181069097736150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/115181069097736150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/115181069097736150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-heart-is-crying.html' title='my heart is crying...'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-115105978260757981?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/115105978260757981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=115105978260757981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/115105978260757981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/115105978260757981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/06/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114994012984339489</id><published>2006-06-10T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T20:16:38.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my nightmare</title><content type='html'>my nightmare has just begun.. i feel so miserable, terrible, dejected.. Only God knows how i am feeling right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everybody.. Siti Fairuz's here. Yerp, Zulhairi is in Pulau Tekong now, doing his BMT. And he will be back only after two weeks starting from today. Hopefully, he will be back safely on 24 th June 2006. Thats a long period of time eh? Obviously! But i have to be strong. I'll wait for him patiently and pray hard that he will be safe, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time now is 6.34pm. Woke up at 6.50am today. I almost overslept, fortunately, my dear granny woke me up..Slowly i opened up my eyes to see the clock hands showing 6.50am! Gosh Gosh.. I thought i was late.. I promised to meet him at 7.30am! left with only 40minutes! Swiftly, i got myself ready and taadaaa! 7.30am! i was all ready! with my shoes on. thanks to my granny who helped to iron my clothes or else i'd be late . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left my house without calling him, thought of giving him a surprise for being early.. but, to my disappointment, he said he was only at Jurong East MRT station.. Owww.. my heart sank! sank down to the rectum and became faeces.. okay, crap! Reluctantly, (due to embarrassment) i walked back home. Switched on the tv and watched MTV. Soon, the doorbell rang.. i was extremely excited!! it must be him.. and.. yessaaaa!!its very nice to see him, again! and again and again.. Honestly, im so used to having him by my side every day! for the past 6 days, we had been dating each other. and the feeling was.. ONLY GOD KNOWS! i felt so secured. i could feel the loving sensation between us. I'm not clapping one hand, am i?? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oklah..enough of talking about the happy part..*fast forward*.. time flies.. surprisingly, extremely fast.. i was so scared.. really.. and im still sad right now.. Haiz.. Met his family, took the train and reached pasir ris. My heart began to beat faster. The speed was double the normal rate of my heart beating. Without any signal, i found myself safely in Pulau Tekong. We were separated from the recruits(eg:zulhairi)..So i walked sadly...There! I saw the building of SAF or watsoever.. Pardon me plz, i have poor eye sight, so i dun really look ard for the names of those buildings. The place is excellent. I mean, the place for them to sleep is not that bad though. There are king koil single mattress bed and a cupboard and a mosquitoes net and fans and the size of the room was quite sufficient for 12 people to fit in,i mean quite spacious, no doubt abt that.. =) After touring ard that area for quite some time, we headed for the auditorium. And there he was, sitting among the crowd of the gonna-be-NSmen. he was smiling.. and he looked pretty cute to me. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after so much of speech given by the LTC eh? Anything lah.. We had to rise for the National Anthem. Soon we had to proceed to the dining hall for free food cooked by Singapore Food Industry. The food wasnt that bad. Alas, had no appetite to eat a single bite. Deep in my heart was flooded with sadness. and now i feel like crying. ok wait, let me continue first. We(as in zulhairi's family and myself) were seated with zulhairi for the very last time before we were asked to leave that wonderful Island. It is an isolated island. Faraway from the urban area. All surrounded with water and forest? jungle? man, i still have the difficulty to differentiate between forest and jungle! and i called myself a geography student? hah, embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not the least of that trip to Pulau ubin was, the part when we had to leave Zulhairi all alone. hour after hour went by, Sadness was all written on each other's face. I was on the verge of tears when we were heading to the Ferry terminal. He sent us until the terminal entrance, and off he went, disappeared into that SAF buildings. Bade goodbye and.. went home sadly.. Anyway, im proud of myself because i managed to control my tears. Yerp,i couldnt imagine myself crying right infront of his family.. not that, they'd laugh at me. but the fact is, its bad to bid goodbye with tears trickling down your cheeks, agree? Imagine urself being left alone in Pulau Ubin with those strangers and there, ur family members were crying like nobody's business, of course your heart would crack into million of pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a great experience to get to see the place where the army boys train. The place where every Singapore men has to stay before they are called "REAL MAN".. get what i mean? No? Nevermind. But frankly speaking, it will be a very tough! Being an ARMY boy!! They have to walk for 4(smth ard there)km, then increased to 18(ard there) km and eventually 24km(exactly 24km!!).. I cant imagine that. Although it is just some kind of marching or walking, it will be very very very tiring.. 2.4km itself seems to be so far away, and wats more, 24 km?!? Gosh.. Im talking bunkum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess what zulhairi said is true.. we have to be positive. stop being pessimistic.. it will bring you to nowhere if we continue on to look on the negative side of life. See, im motivating myself, i've been the one who always thinks negative so i guess, from today onwards, i'll be an optimistic gerl or lady or woman .. No more criticising about myself. I'll wait for my little cutie hunie bunnie Zulhairi to be back home! 2 weeks! it isnt easy. yerp i noe. extremely a difficult task. its impossible for me to adapt with these changes. having zulhairi away from me, will be allowed to meet him once a week, no one to talk crap too, no one to tickle my fats, no one to keep me accompany when i'm left alone, no one to motivate me when i am on the verge of failure and the worst of all is, no one to cuddle to .. but whatever it is, i have to be positive! life has to go on no matter what happens. anyway, life is full of obstacles. no such thing as having a happy life for ever! =D gosh, i cant believe it.. i cant believe that im typing all these kind of words. haha. first time in my life. i've never typed this kind of entry before, i used to type entries that criticised myself. only God knows whats coming into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh yah, supposingly, i wanted to meet nad after sending my dearie off to pulau tekong. But, i was terribly afraid that i might cry. i look extremely ugly when i cry. i noe that. i'll sob and blubber non-stop. and i dun tink nad would like to hug and me and comfort me like that. heh. i mean, of cos she will comfort me, i noe what my motherly naddie will do.. but i hate to cry infront of my friends. anyway, im glad that i still have my dear friends around.. nad.. sar.. ama.. and.. most importantly, my fren and also foe, and also known as my blood sister, my dearie sister.. one and only sister.. it seems like, i have to live my life like before. days before 30th july 2005. not like as if zulhairi has disappeared from my life, far from it.. in fact, although we're far away from each other, i'm sure, he is thinking about me and.. of course, i am thinking about him too.. wonder what he's doing now.. and, i'll miss him so much.. really.. im missing him alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like just yesterday i was talking to him about NS and, now... he's already a recruit. =) time flies, i noe. have been repeating tis two words for quite a couple of time alrdy. i've just discovered a new way to motivate myself. "TIME FLIES"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh hello.. time flies and i have yet prepared my o levels. Its coming..getting nearer and nearer.. and what have i done about it? NOTHING! my dnt folio is left untouched for almost a month. Nah, and.. what about other subject? Man...im kinda scared.. hur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i have to stop my entry for today here. i'm not expecting anyone to read my blog..because, back then, zulhairi would be the one who checked this blog every day..and he would be the very first one to read my entry everytime i've just updated this blog. i better stop here. really. i have to. i'm about to cry again. gosh. how am i suppose to study with this kind of emotions keep on flowing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people, u'll be seeing me updating my blog frequently from now onwards. but sad to say, i have no mood to go online. . see ya ard peeps. wish me luck.. hopefully i'm still breathing after 2 weeks time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE ZULHAIRI... A LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114994012984339489?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114994012984339489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114994012984339489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114994012984339489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114994012984339489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-nightmare.html' title='my nightmare'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114917271197702158</id><published>2006-06-01T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T11:03:31.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm scared...</title><content type='html'>Hello. Quite around here huh...nobody updated this wonderful blog for a long time already.hehe...both of us are busy...i meant, were. she was busy with her exams and stuff, while me, busy reading all the books i can get my hands on before i leave this island for an even smaller one. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im proud to say that ever since school ended for me, i've managed to read lots and lots of books. it feels good when you read, you know. personally, i think its one of the best ways i could have spent my time, other than spending time with the siti fairuz, or working. since im not studying, reading has at least enabled me to keep my mind active. hehe. yes, i know, reading storybooks isnt just the same as studying, but hey, one cant enjoy a book without having good imagination you know. ah well, whatever. for those of you who are keen on reading, say, why not start with chris manby, or michael crichton. they're both good authors, though their books are very much different from each other's. and of course, the ever popular harry potter too. hehe. i swear, it might sound cliche but, really, reading WILL improve your command of the english language. of course it takes time, but then again, what doesnt? even virus takes time to spread. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, im terribly sad cos i wont have time to enjoy books anymore. cos in a week's time, hmm...lets just say i'll be spending most of my time under the sun, pushing myself to the limits, and battling my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 1 week's time, i wont be holding on to my pink IC anymore. i wont have the need to style my hair nicely anymore. nor will i have time to bathe. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 1 week's time, i will also lose my life. not as in dead, but having no life. get what i mean? maybe its just as good as being dead. hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i'll be serving the nation. for the next 2 years. of course as you know, all able-bodied male citizens of singapore are obliged to commit 2 years of their lives to serving the nation. and now, my time has come. it'll be a totally new phase of my life for me. i'll be in a completely new environment, new friends/foes, new everything. oh yes. new uniform. heh. wonder if i'll look good in it...=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the family and also neighbours have given me lots of encouragement and advices as to how i should approach this new step in my life. i've given it some thought, and ive definitely decided that i will approach every single obstacle along my way with great enthusiasm and a positive mindset. the next 2 years of my life will be a great opportunity for me to gain valuable experiences which i might not be able to obtain anywhere else. how i cope, can only depend on me. there're always 2 choices one can make in life. there's no such thing as having "no choice". it all depends on how you perceive things. you know, the "glass half-full" or "glass half-empty" theory. i admit, im nowhere close to being perfect. sometimes, i do view things in a very negative way. but as i go along with the situation, i found out that its not that bad after all. for instance, during my final year in poly. the final year project seemed impossible at first, and i even thought of having to be retained and do 1 extra year in poly just because i failed my fyp. hehe. see? but as we went along, the project turned out to be do-able, though tedious. well, at least we tried our best, and our efforts bore fruits of "A"s on our result slip. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the same with national service. im preparing myself to feel lonely, tormented and miserable during my first few weeks there. its only right to do so. everyone will feel that way. i hope. they will. maybe. no matter what, i know, i'll always have my beautiful girlfriend back home waiting for me. that thought will keep me going on and trying my harder each day. the better i do, the more satisfied i'll be. im getting older each day. im almost a full-fledged adult now. i think its time i achieve something in life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna miss everyone. especially you fairuz, and of course my family...the cats...the home, my mattress, pillows, computer...everything...especially fairuz. and cats too. will there be cats at tekong? or will there just be spirits disguised at cats?hehe. but for sure, there'll only be 1 siti fairuz binte mustar. my sweet, adorable, beautiful girlfriend. the one im dying to spend my life with. what did you say? im daydreaming? its too early to talk about these things? hmm. in some cases it might be true. but i do have my own aims and wishes in life too you know. its hard. its definitely hard. being an adult comes with all the great responsibility in the world. im sure all of you know that. hmm...i feel so old when i say this. hoho. but im not. im not old. im young. so i'll take on all the responsibilities with great enthusiasm of youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hey. its 1050am. cant wait to see her later. make her smile til her eyes disappear. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you siti fairuz. always will. always miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mwah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114917271197702158?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114917271197702158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114917271197702158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114917271197702158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114917271197702158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-scared.html' title='I&apos;m scared...'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114813816935798263</id><published>2006-05-20T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T23:16:09.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>im wondering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it true that i'm very rude?&lt;br /&gt;i talk very loud.&lt;br /&gt;i burp like a cow.&lt;br /&gt;i scream and shout across the class,&lt;br /&gt;like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;i say everything that comes across my mind,&lt;br /&gt;without thinking the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;i hurt everbody's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont blame anyone if they hate me,&lt;br /&gt;if they're pissed off becoz of me.&lt;br /&gt;coz i know, deep in their heart,&lt;br /&gt;i sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;i have foul mouth.&lt;br /&gt;nobody wants to be close to me.&lt;br /&gt;i always taking things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, wait.i do care about them.&lt;br /&gt;i care for them.&lt;br /&gt;i love them.especially him.&lt;br /&gt;i'm driving myself crazy, ya i noe.&lt;br /&gt;i need counselling? no.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wish that,&lt;br /&gt;i was the old siti fairuz.&lt;br /&gt;quiet. shy. withdrawn. soft spoken.&lt;br /&gt;hate herself. hate herself. hate herself.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not attracting attention here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, honestly, frankly..&lt;br /&gt;i.. i.. i hope, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;i'll ..&lt;br /&gt;die soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mid-year examination results sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;i failed my maths.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure, positively sure that&lt;br /&gt;i failed my english too.&lt;br /&gt;and these two subjects;&lt;br /&gt;the most crucial subjects.&lt;br /&gt;no english, no maths..&lt;br /&gt;ITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing,&lt;br /&gt;every night..&lt;br /&gt;it seems like an age before i fall asleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;i'm down.&lt;br /&gt;Well i need a blue sky holiday&lt;br /&gt;The point is they laugh at what i say&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you don't know,&lt;br /&gt;you tell me don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;and whats the matter with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114813816935798263?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114813816935798263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114813816935798263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114813816935798263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114813816935798263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_114813816935798263.html' title='-'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114813738081642882</id><published>2006-05-20T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T23:03:00.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>im wondering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it true that i'm very rude?&lt;br /&gt;i talk very loud.&lt;br /&gt;i burp like a cow.&lt;br /&gt;i scream and shout across the class,&lt;br /&gt;like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;i say everything that comes across my mind,&lt;br /&gt;without thinking the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;i hurt everbody's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont blame anyone if they hate me,&lt;br /&gt;if they're pissed off becoz of me.&lt;br /&gt;coz i know, deep in their heart,&lt;br /&gt;i sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;i have foul mouth.&lt;br /&gt;nobody wants to be close to me.&lt;br /&gt;i always taking things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, wait.i do care about them.&lt;br /&gt;i care for them.&lt;br /&gt;i love them.especially him.&lt;br /&gt;i'm driving myself crazy, ya i noe.&lt;br /&gt;i need counselling? no.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wish that,&lt;br /&gt;i was the old siti fairuz.&lt;br /&gt;quiet. shy. withdrawn. soft spoken.&lt;br /&gt;hate herself. hate herself. hate herself.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not attracting attention here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, honestly, frankly..&lt;br /&gt;i.. i.. i hope, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;i'll ..&lt;br /&gt;die soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mid-year examination results sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;i failed my maths.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure, positively sure that&lt;br /&gt;i failed my english too.&lt;br /&gt;and these two subjects;&lt;br /&gt;the most crucial subjects.&lt;br /&gt;no english, no maths..&lt;br /&gt;ITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing,&lt;br /&gt;every night..&lt;br /&gt;it seems an age before i fall asleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;i'm down.&lt;br /&gt;Well i need a blue sky holiday&lt;br /&gt;The point is they laugh at what i say&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you don't know,&lt;br /&gt;you tell me don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;and whats the matter with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114813738081642882?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114813738081642882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114813738081642882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114813738081642882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114813738081642882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_20.html' title='-'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114705625438611015</id><published>2006-05-07T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T10:44:59.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad arse</title><content type='html'>eh wait.. i almost forgotten.. about the "best" experience i've encountered.after almost 5yrs in jwss, this was the first time i was asked to sit in the middle of the parade square. centre of attraction..hoho.. on 2nd of may 2006, i was happily sitting in the gallery when Mr Wong Ah Cai called me. "Siti Siti Siti! Come here.." Reluctantly i walked to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Why are you not ard for D&amp;T extra lesson on Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ahh.. I went to Kuala Lumpur for holiday lah cher..&lt;br /&gt;Him: Nonono.. Go to the principal's office now..&lt;br /&gt;Me:Eh, what sey.. I went for holiday lahh..&lt;br /&gt;Him: What holiday holiday.. Go tell Mr Bala.. Go..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Babi .. (hur..*bad mouth* sigh..lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i knew 2 more of my frens did not turn up for D&amp;amp;T extra class, i waited for them. I waited and waited. Don;t you ever think i'll go straight to the office.. haha.. Ok, fine.. so finally i saw teng.. We were walking towards the office when the black eagle a.k.a bala stopped us. And, we were asked to sit in the middle of the parade square! Oh my oh my.. its so embarrassing.. Only the two of us, Teng and Me. Lol. Teachers walked past us kept asking.. "Why? why are u both here?" shy u noe.. And the most humourous teacher came, Mr Elango.."You guys better sit tight ok, the eagle may fly up any time.." hur.. we were sitting on the eagle image ler.. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114705625438611015?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114705625438611015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114705625438611015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114705625438611015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114705625438611015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/05/bad-arse.html' title='bad arse'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114693323526914615</id><published>2006-05-06T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T00:33:55.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>As requested from my dear fren..haha;&lt;br /&gt;here's some pictures during my holiday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback ;;;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the image of the train to Kuala Lumpur and an&lt;br /&gt;image of my shorty brother. he's older than me.&lt;br /&gt;but his height is 164cm. sad case.hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0008.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0008.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the train to Kuala Lumpur, with yaya in the&lt;br /&gt;middle. Donnoe what's up with her look. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0017.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0017.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The machine for buying LRT ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy buying tickets. Dad trying to be helpful.&lt;br /&gt;But actualli, he wasnt sure with tht machine.&lt;br /&gt;Hoho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Royal Bintang Lobby. Waiting for our rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0037.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0037.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutie lad, Ryan Husairie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0046.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0046.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for our room to be cleaned. stupid.the&lt;br /&gt;worst hotel i ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0048.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0048.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posing time.hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something funny after our swimming session.&lt;br /&gt;he's trying very hard to control his laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0079.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0079.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thts yaya with me. after our big breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;ready for our morning shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bath-tubbing..with kin..hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;????????????Goshh!! Should i submit this&lt;br /&gt;picture to SFOGS?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0015.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0015.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final day in Kuala Lumpur. Checking out.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food Court at Larkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to hometown..im so happy.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0018.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0018.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----the end----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114693323526914615?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114693323526914615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114693323526914615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114693323526914615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114693323526914615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114680839952782307</id><published>2006-05-05T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T23:32:23.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>um.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ahuh,finally,im done with almost all the major papers...I cant wait for the mid year examination to end. Im so tired. Realli tired. Lately, Have been sleeping late..And from simple calculation, i found out that, i slept only 6 hrs for the past three days. Tomorrow, Im gonna sleep all i want. Today, no sleeping in the afternoon..Coz im meeting someone special today. have been waiting for friday since last friday.. Hehe..Ouh yah.. Let me blog abit about my holiday!!! A wonderful yet the worst holiday i ever had.. wanna noe why? Let's check it out.. ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday;28 April 2006.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Feeling very sick. Woke up kinda late today due to sleeping late the previous night. Mugged for D&amp;T focused test..So quickly put on my purple uniform and out of the house. When suddenly i realised, i was still early by 10minutes. Asked Kin whether its possible for me to rush to Boon Lay interchnge. Reason: To post a card for my lovely cutey adorable boy.. Unfortunately, Kin said better not to do as to avoid being the late comer of the day. In school, i kept asking around "Eh, what time the post man collects the letter? Then how long it takes for it to be delivered to the recipient?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went by extremely slow that day. Amazingly slow. Soon it was 12.45pm. I dashed out of the school gate, ran as fast as lightning, jumped up and down, rolled on the ground and tadaaa.. LETTER POSTED!After posting the letter, i was so worried that the letter might not be able to reach my cutie pie on time. I meant, tht letter supposed to cheer him up when i was away for holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, to cut it short, ard 6.30pm, off to Boon Lay Mrt Station. Met Mak Andak and family &amp;amp; Mak Oteh and family. Total, 15 people went for this "superb" holiday.= D Alighted at Tanjung Pagar station. And walked for a very very very long distance to reach KTM( the place where we took train) Travelling by the train is such an "ENJOYABLE" one. Haha..Never ever travel by the train. You will regret. Realli. We spent 10 hrs just in the train to reach our destination, KUALA LUMPUR. Can you imagine how bad was that? 10 hrs stucked in the train without any entertainment. guess what? Come on, guess guess guess!!My handphone could not have network, no reception.I was like, "WOW".Oh my God, i checked my bro's hp, dan's hp, gui's hp, kak nana's hp.. all with network.. Unfair huh? And i was the one hu taught my bro how to activate the roaming tingy. Effing Starhub. Or shud i say, Maxis? Watever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fast forward* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29 April 2006;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;In the train,i sat with yaya..I was sitting wif my dear kin when suddenly yaya came and squeezed in between us. So, her seat was empty. Being the great sister on earth, kin gave up and sat at yaya's seat. Which ended up me and yaya together. Thats when a problem rised. Yaya fell asleep and her grandma asked me to hug yaya and put her on my lap because the train was shaky and might cause yaya to fall down.. oUh..nonsensical.I had nothing to say, so i did what was told. Yaya slept for 5 hrs and she is more than 20kg, mind you. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tooot toooottt...chak ke dung dung ah ah.. (fyi,thts the sound of the train,haha..sounds ridiculous..) One hour gone.. two hour gone.. en route to Kuala Lumpur.. when suddenly! something happened.. to KIN!! It was almost 3 in the morning when the train stopped at Melaka station. Suddenly!! The window beside kin was knocked by a blacky stranger bat prat. According to her lah, an indian guy. =S He was unzipping his jeans and letting out his *****. and tadaaa.. you noe what he did?? he was masturbating himself!u noe stuff like hand job? ahhh..sick in the mind huh that faggottie faggot..oh gosh..how lucky kin was to see such free show. among all of the passengers in the train, why must KIN be the chosen one?!?!?! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after everybody's butt being heated by the train .. we reached Kuala Lumpur. Since Kuala Lumpur is the capital of the Malaysia, no doubts its basic infrastructure is in good condition. Ehem, Geography student here. I like observing things..The transportation network is slightly like Singapore's. Those LRTs, Monorails and Buses. Cant talk much about this. For me to know, for u to find out urself. hur. its not funny, i noe. Before checked in our hotel, we went for a morning shopping spree. Hoho.. Can u imagine, shopping at 10am? I bought a lot of things. We shopped at Petaling Street a.k.a Chinatown of Kuala Lumpur.Not bad, i spent more than RM100 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh yah, i was happily shopping, man, who on earth hates shopping? tell me! I was over the sky over the land over the sun.. and i went to a perfume shop. I saw a perfume that was very very very familiar.. MIRACLE! the bottle perfume was one of nad's art piece! So, my itchy hands reached for the perfume and *BOOOSH* the box of Miracle perfume dropped to the ground! **Dup Lup Dup Lup..My heart was thumping very fast. My insides began to squirm. My hands trembled. My legs became as slimy as the jelly fishes. I dropped to the ground. I was stunned. I was paralysed with fear.** To make it short, i had to pay for that broken perfume. Fortunately, it costs only RM10. Haha..At first the seller told me, it costs RM45!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so thats the bad luck of the day. After that, took the LRT and walked to our hotel. Supposed to check in at 12pm. But effing hotel, we were asked to wait for 2 hrs as the rooms were not ready yet and other rooms were already booked. So we sat at the lobby for 2hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day went by. Slowly. Slower than the speed of the snail movement. But faster than the rate of my shit getting out of my anus. Excretion of faeces. Bunkum. As the day went by, i was missing Zulhairi very much. So i begged my dear brother for a sms. which costs, 50cent? or more than tht i guess. after consistent begging, he gave up. he allowed me to use his hp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 April 2006; Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Our 9th month. Sad to say, we were unable to celebrate our 9th month together. Went for shopping again. 9.45 am.. walked and walked..Frankly speaking, this holiday has helped to burn loads of fats in my body. This time round, we went to Masjid India.. a.k.a Little India of Kuala Lumpur. Loads of Bang Las there. So, ppl like Nad, u're welcomed. Lol. Jk. Went to Maidin Shopping Centre.. kin and i was darn sleepy and tired after so long waiting for my mum to finish hunting her bridal stuff. From 12pm to 4pm, wolalala..Of course i was darn angry. So i quarrelled with my mum. Heheh.. When suddenly, again suddenly, kinda bored eh? Too bad, i have poor vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUDDENLY!! ALL OF A SUDDEN, Kin and I were lost in the middle of that gigantic shopping centre.. Not that gigantic lah, just the size of my palm..Hur. Kin was scared. I almost collapsed. But hey, we were saved by Abg Sapri. Coz, according to him, dad and himself were looking for us like crazy? haha..bcoz mum was terribly worried!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 May 2006; Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jamilah and Mustar are well-known because of their understanding yet annoying children. Being the worse of the worst children in the world, we, the children of Jamilah and Mustar had sincerely asked our parents to save money by not buying coupons for our breakfast tht day. The coupon for that heavy breakfast cost RM28. RM28 * 3 = RM84. They were lucky, they saved RM 84 that day.. As you know, three days elapsed, its time to go home! Back to SIngapore. My homeland. My country. Where i belong. Where i keep my heart and soul.. where dreams come true for us, where we walk together... hand in hand.. towards the future so brighttttttttttt.. Ok, enuff of my crap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked out the Royal Bintang Hotel. Was so elated. Took the taxi to the bus station.. Taxi fare = RM15 and u noe wat? The distance between Royal Bintang Hotel and the bus station was only 2km. Its darn near. I kept complaining, "dad.. that taxi driver is such a prat, he charged us so much for wat?!?! and.. he did not switch on the taxi fare meter.." dad said nothing.. I know, i love to complain especially abt stuff that related to money. heh, money is precious ok. As precious as water. The worst thing was, my cousin paid RM4 for the taxi fare!! Hish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for the bus to arrive. Supposed to take the bus at 11am.. Alas, the bus was not seen until 11.40am. The bus came. All of us were so excited. tried to clamber into the bus but was stopped by the bus driver. He said, all the seats were occupied! Oh gosh.. My uncle was livid with rage, me too, dad too, dan too, bro too, kak nana too. Ahh, to make it short, everybody was angry.. How can that be? I meant, we had the tickets for the seats and hello? Why weren’t we allowed to sit at our seats? Again I started to grumble, complain and so on..Pulled a long face..We had to stand under the hot sun for ard an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus driver came to conclusion, he said, we had to wait for the next bus at 4pm!At that point of time, my heart was shaking like the bubble tea machine.Hur.Without any signal, my uncle walked towards that bus driver. He shouted to him and etc.. U noel ah, when someone is angry, all kind of words will be said mah..So, understandable ler.. hehe..Back to my story, the bus driver gave up, he shooed away all those people who took our seats!! 15 people were out of the bus.Hah!Deserve it.Ouh yah, I sat beside my bro in the bus. Had to. No choice. Yaya sat with her bubu.. aww, how I miss yaya.. Frankly speaking, I spent most of my time during the holiday with yaya besides kin. I held her hand, she sticked to me all way long.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5hours later, reached Larkin. Bought Dodol for my dear friends and some stuff for my cutie pie.Had our late BREAKFAST at Larkin ard 5pm. Hohoho. There was a problem rising, how to get back to Singapore. By 170 Bus or by seven seater car which costs $70?? Obviously my siblings and myself choose to go home by the bus as not to waste our parents money.To all readers out there, i have a great parents, just like you guys.. my parents said, they did not mind wasting money for our us. Dad said, he rather spent money than putting his children in danger. Hohoho..Get wat i mean? No? Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, i kept checking my handphone. The network wasnt there yet. No network no network no network. Kinda disappointed. Couldnt wait to sms my zulhairi. I was so worried. Without any warning, my handphone vibrated.. "HAI AWAK, SAYA MESSAGE NI, REPLY LAH CEPAT, REPLY LAH, EHEHEHEHEH!"(zulhairi's voice)Translation in English: Hello, I msg, Please reply quickly, hehehe.. Thats my message alert. Tell you guys a secret, until now, every time i listen to that message alert, i'll smile to myself and sometimes, i'll laugh. Geee.. I received sms-es.. Wohooo..So happy.. I felt so near to Singapore. Hahaha..Soon, reached 661c Jurong west. And.. Safely home. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Shall stop here. Kin has been saying.. "Sis, u still have time to update ur blog eh? I'm so busy studying and here u are, engross in blogging.." =( She's jealous actualli. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love you a lot Zulhairi, realli. Btw, i finished completing this entry on 6 may 2006 tau. A day of sadness which ended with lovely night. Hee.. Cant wait to see u again.. U dont noe how miserable i was during my holiday in Malaysia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; miss ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114680839952782307?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114680839952782307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114680839952782307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114680839952782307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114680839952782307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/05/um.html' title='um.'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114645884721864676</id><published>2006-05-01T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T12:47:27.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impatient</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To my lovely girlfriend &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Siti Fairuz&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the time now is only 1240pm...according to you, you might be back only later in the evening, or night, even. and im here waiting for you impatiently, cos i just miss you so much. the past 3 days have been bad for me, it all began on friday evening when you had to go. on saturday, i read, read, read and watched some tv. on sunday, i read more, finished 1 book, and started on another. and this morning, a monday, i continued reading, and i realise that time seems to be so cruel on us. its crawling very slowly. sigh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i pray that you will be safe, and well, throughout your journey back. i simply cant wait to suffocate you with hugs and drown you with kisses again. hehe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114645884721864676?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114645884721864676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114645884721864676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114645884721864676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114645884721864676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/05/impatient.html' title='Impatient'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114637411563162083</id><published>2006-04-30T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T13:40:28.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos!</title><content type='html'>hello everyone. i finished bathing 10 minutes ago and im now fair skinned. magic? noooo...talcum powder helps. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed she uploaded 2 photos from our last outing, so its only right if i only upload the rest. but not all mind you, cos there are 100 over photos from it. hehe...let the show begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0024.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0024.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says: "the weather's so freaking hot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says: "i could see right through your head...&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; is your head right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0032.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0032.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says: "Oops...so i do have a head after all..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*still sweating*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says: "where do we go now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nothing to say for this one =/*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she's very very beautiful...awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she loves this photo...i like it too. =D i may not be entirely in the picture but im always there with her. see hun, no matter how far apart we may be im always there by your side. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are young! we have teeth! nice and clean! lalalala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather broke our hearts...=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy thinking of me eh?hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my turn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that beautiful lady in the picture is my girlfriend. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is me!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0056.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0056.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna kiss you! i want i want i want!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checking for mucus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we learnt how to use self timer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourited pic of the day. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you siti fairuz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114637411563162083?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114637411563162083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114637411563162083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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miserable cos my darling's away for a very very long time. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tomorrow marks our 9th month together as a couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;as usual, thing havent been all rosy all the time, but thank god we've always managed to push aside all hard feelings. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i also received a hand made card from her, with a picture of us on it. im so so so touched. i dont know what else i could say. just that, she's the sweetest person alive on this earth. heh. i love you so much siti fairuz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thank you for the card, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i really love it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i wish i could do something for you in return,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but im still thinking of what,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and also waiting for the stuff that i ordered for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;material is only arriving within the next 2 weeks or so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and im very excited about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you a lot,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and dont worry about your future, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cos its safe with me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whatever happens,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll still be yours,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i promise,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll help you get rid of all the negativity in you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want you to be happy, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mwah. i love you siti fairuz. i love you. i love you siti fairuz. i love you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;P.S today sucked big time cos im so lonely and my phone isnt as noisy as it usually it, except for twice when kenneth and you, messaged me. mum didnt cook today so i guess i'll be having prawn maggie for dinner. um, i cant bring myself to eat the cheezels u bought me, i dont know why, but its very special to me. hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114631367087517124?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114631367087517124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114631367087517124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114631367087517124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114631367087517124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114621651822048562</id><published>2006-04-28T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T17:28:38.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hehe..Mum screaming at me you noe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asking me to be quick!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stop playing with the lappie, fairuz..arghhh..so tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But see..im still uploading pics of us..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mwaahh..&lt;/p&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/7914216-114621651822048562?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114621604322676308</id><published>2006-04-28T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T17:20:43.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/PICT0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/PICT0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awak, I miss you tau..&lt;br /&gt;Mwah..&lt;br /&gt;Hope you miss me too.&lt;br /&gt;Keep blogging ok.&lt;br /&gt;Update ur life everyday.&lt;br /&gt;How it is like,&lt;br /&gt;Without me..hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114621604322676308?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114621604322676308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114621604322676308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114621604322676308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114621604322676308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_28.html' title='-'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114621562186949824</id><published>2006-04-28T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T17:13:41.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad.</title><content type='html'>Today,mid year examination just started today.&lt;br /&gt;English paper 2 was darn sucks, no doubts abt that.&lt;br /&gt;I've nvr passed my english paper 2 before.&lt;br /&gt;I realli mean it, NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;Not even once in my secondary school life.&lt;br /&gt;So, im not shocked if i fail that paper badly.&lt;br /&gt;Let me share a story wif u,&lt;br /&gt;the worst mark i've &lt;strong&gt;achieved&lt;/strong&gt; so far was&lt;br /&gt;18/60. =) I'm so sick. Sick in the head.&lt;br /&gt;Just packed my bag.&lt;br /&gt;6pm sharp, off to KTM.&lt;br /&gt;KTM? Yerp, I'm going Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Ya rite, Crazy, no brain, stupid, fool, daft.&lt;br /&gt;Goes holiday during Examination period.&lt;br /&gt;and, i'll be back only on this coming monday.&lt;br /&gt;Monday Night, mark you.&lt;br /&gt;So, how am i supposed to prepare for my&lt;br /&gt;Mid-year examination?&lt;br /&gt;And, thats the problem.&lt;br /&gt;Just wait for the result day&lt;br /&gt;and see for urself how bad my result will be.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking,&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for that.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Zulhairi, Im not being pessismistic here.&lt;br /&gt;Its the fact. I can bet you on this, i'll fail, badly.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i dont think mid yr examination result&lt;br /&gt;would affect my 'O' level Result.&lt;br /&gt;So let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Im so reluctant to leave Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Usually, i'll be the one who's over the moon&lt;br /&gt;when going for holiday.&lt;br /&gt;But hell no, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Its obvious, dont you think so.&lt;br /&gt;Its realli2 sad leaving ur cutie pie alone in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;And, this coming Sunday will be our 9th Month.&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, i'm not in Singapore to celebrate with him.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad.I'm so scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Personally for Mr Zulhairi Jaffar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take Good Care of yourself ok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dun u be naughty tau..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait for me patiently..=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just Stay at home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Promise???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read and watch those movies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eat more ok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be back, very soon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i'll buy a lot of things for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 9th month in advance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Loving you so much, Abang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114621562186949824?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114621562186949824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114621562186949824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114621562186949824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114621562186949824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/04/sad.html' title='sad.'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114571803210356061</id><published>2006-04-22T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T23:00:32.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=s</title><content type='html'>finally its over,&lt;br /&gt;again, FINALLY, ITS OVER.&lt;br /&gt;its like, just yesterday i updated my blog abt the EMD on 22nd march&lt;br /&gt;and now, 22nd april, SYF Display band.&lt;br /&gt;One month went by just like tht,&lt;br /&gt;one eye blink, and fussssh!&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great experience, realli,&lt;br /&gt;nvr will i ever regret continue my band practices all this while..&lt;br /&gt;we got silver.&lt;br /&gt;yerp, silver.&lt;br /&gt;wasnt that bad though.&lt;br /&gt;atleast we're not the worst.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's tht. JWSB rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114571803210356061?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114571803210356061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114571803210356061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114571803210356061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114571803210356061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/04/s.html' title='=s'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114562123133970051</id><published>2006-04-21T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T20:09:20.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>**hips dont lie..&lt;br /&gt;ouh touch..ouh touch..wolalala..&lt;br /&gt;ouh baby when u touch my back..**&lt;br /&gt;shakira's body is realli a killer..&lt;br /&gt;she can make me high..&lt;br /&gt;just by shaking her ass..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..mind you,&lt;br /&gt;i'm siti fairuz, not zulhairi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yerp, finally, can say, my days in band ends today.&lt;br /&gt;Coz, after today, there will be no more band practices.&lt;br /&gt;How fast time flies,&lt;br /&gt;Almost five years in band,&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow, is our big day.&lt;br /&gt;Bronze, Silver, Gold.&lt;br /&gt;Its realli up to us and also the judges.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything will run smoothly tmr.&lt;br /&gt;God, plz bless JWSB. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tomorrow, its time for me to make a difference..&lt;br /&gt;Moving towards success..&lt;br /&gt;do something..&lt;br /&gt;for myself..&lt;br /&gt;O levels..&lt;br /&gt;Polytechnic..&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. Missing you Zulhairi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114562123133970051?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114562123133970051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114562123133970051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114562123133970051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114562123133970051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_21.html' title='=)'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114473992300733476</id><published>2006-04-11T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T15:28:32.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Bloody hell. my frens are studying, revising their work, stay back after school just to prepare for the coming Mid year Examination, or to be precise, O LEVELS examination. But hey, wat am i doing at home? Blogging? Surfing the net? Doing nothing that's productive? Ouh, im not surprise if i fail my O levels. Bloody Hell. Bloody Hell. Bloody Hell. Mid year is just ard the corner. 28April! Time flies. Its like, yesterday was just January, and tadaaa.. today is already APRIL! My bro received letter from NTU. and guess wat? I received a postcard from ITE! Wat a disgrace. Im such a blockhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you zulhairi.&lt;br /&gt;wish u're here with me, now.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114473992300733476?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114473992300733476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114473992300733476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114473992300733476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114473992300733476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_11.html' title='-'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114465235054270229</id><published>2006-04-10T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T15:54:06.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;um, where should i begin? where am i supposed to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the most wonderful time yesterday. really. as usual, it was sunday and we went out, away from industrial estate jurong. hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we were supposed to meet up at 12pm, and i messaged her at 11.53am, telling her that she could leave her house already, since i was already on my way. i arrived at the designated rendezvous at around 12.05pm, and she was nowhere to be seen. i waited and waited. looked front, left, right and behind, but she still was nowhere to be seen. hehe. finally she arrived at 12.26pm, and i was relieved. apparently my sms was lagging, and she only got it at 12.10pm. argh, what a drag. perhaps next time i should resort to calling instead. huu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she asked where we were going, so i said suntec city. its been quite a while since we went there, the past few dates had been to bugis for library sessions. so we walked through citylink mall, and strangely, it was rather quiet. there werent many people around. or at least, not as many as there would usually be. and there was this caucasian boy playing tour guide to his parents, and it was rather funny. its as if he was a singaporean. hehe...which makes me wonder, is it possible for caucasian kids to be speaking poor english like singaporean kids? do they make grammar mistakes?hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;we reached suntec city, and again, it was quiet. headed to the eating place at the basement. well, i call it the eating place cos there's just so much food there. from classy restaurants to fast food restaurants, and a foodcourt too. amazing. we went to kfc to have our lunch and ordered superstar meals b. we got the itsy bitsy chicken burger and 1 piece chicken each, as well as whipped potato. i was hungry. i almost swallowed everything. heees. and then after that we relieved ourself at the toilet (duh~). and beside my cubicle, there was somebody emptying his bowels. and his shit really smelt bad. worse than normal shit. almost like dog shit. cat shit. but it really stinks. argh. all the while i was ordering my reproductive organ to empty my bladder quicker. hurhurhur. sorry if this sounds lewd to you. but hey, thats the best way i could have put it in. seriously, i nearly fainted in there. and i had to beat it out of there not only because it was stinking, but also because i was afraid that some of the smell might get stuck on my clothes, my hair, or something. i wonder how they man could have lived with the smell. maybe he's just used to it. gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;then we headed to merlion park via the esplanade. walked under the scorching sun and i was perspiring as usual. =) there goes my effort of bathing myself in talcum powder, baby cologne and body spray. damn. there were lots and lots of tourists there, and sailors too. everybody were busy taking pics. so after awhile we got in the fun too. huhu. beside us was this elderly caucasian couple, and they just look so sweet together. they were perhaps in their 60s or so, and yet they were out on a date. heh. thats the way to grow old people. we asians are just too conservative. or just plain boring. i mean, how many of our parents actually do go out together on dates now? holding hands and such? um, im referring to parents who're in their 50s or older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. 1 day, me and siti fairuz will be like that. she'll be wearing a flowery dress, and me, in bermudas and socks up to the knees, and i'll be using a walking stick for support, and she, holding on to me for support. both of us will be wearing big, thick glasses. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;after a while we got bored since there werent much to see or do, since all there was were tourists, singaporeans, and a concrete statue pissing out of its mouth. so we headed away from the merlion park, away from the esplanade and towards raffles place. um, the cbd to be more precise. it was there that we had so much fun snapping pics. went to victoria theatre and also some other places. hmm. how could i describe it eh, its rather hard to be putting into words the amount of fun we had in each other's company. um by the way, we took a total of 95 + 17 = 112 pics yesterday. all my life, never had i taken so much pics before. haha. its amazing, really. honey, we should keep this up shall we? cos by the time we're 60, im sure we'll have to publish several volumes of our very own photobiography. hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sigh. time really flies when you're having fun. took the train home from raffles place, and we live happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to siti fairuz,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you for being there for me, always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you for being patient with me, through times of happiness and sorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you for being such a wonderful girlfriend, regardless of how often or not we may quarrel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you, i can never thank you enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i love you, i really do. and you dont ever have to worry about me leaving you alright? i'm always yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;words make you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;words make you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;words cause happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;words cause sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;words may cause a war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;words may cause 2 people falling in love with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but at the same time, words are words unless action is taken. that was why, on 30th july 2005, i decided to go for it and hold your hand in mind. mwah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114465235054270229?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114465235054270229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114465235054270229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114465235054270229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114465235054270229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/04/yey.html' title='YEY!'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114450504471743301</id><published>2006-04-08T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T22:04:04.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>14more days to go..&lt;br /&gt;Left with SYF! the one and only..&lt;br /&gt;Left wif ard 2more mths to 10th of june..&lt;br /&gt;And.. Soon, very soon..&lt;br /&gt;O Levels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=...(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, he surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;He's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;He's really cute.&lt;br /&gt;My Adonis, Zulhairi.&lt;br /&gt;He made me smile after a long tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;I was over the moon when i saw him.&lt;br /&gt;I knew somebody was following me.&lt;br /&gt;But i just ignored.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;From the corner of my eye,&lt;br /&gt;I saw tht familiar guy..&lt;br /&gt;Those bulging eyes..&lt;br /&gt;He smiled..&lt;br /&gt;I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;We smiled.&lt;br /&gt;AND..&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114450504471743301?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114450504471743301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114450504471743301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114450504471743301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114450504471743301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114449346279409935</id><published>2006-04-08T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T18:51:02.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it came!</title><content type='html'>hey everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siti fairuz's boyfriend here. the one and only irreplaceable boyfriend. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum went to the shop this morning and after that she opened the letter box...and it was there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;=...(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;enlistment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; letter!!! im going on the 10th of june 2006. sigh. may i have the best of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i love siti fairuz ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114449346279409935?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114449346279409935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114449346279409935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114449346279409935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114449346279409935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-came.html' title='it came!'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114381100383966998</id><published>2006-03-31T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T21:16:43.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thought of having a short nap just now. and here i am, blogging. stupid shit. my eyes just cant go to sleep. so much things in my mind. bloody hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114381100383966998?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114381100383966998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114381100383966998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114381100383966998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114381100383966998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/03/thought-of-having-short-nap-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114346316672503232</id><published>2006-03-27T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T20:39:27.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi. hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a wonderful time with her yesterday. i hope she did too. she arrived not long after me, and we waited for the next train. it was full. oh dear, and she didnt want to stand all the way to bugis. she found a sit to this middle aged lady and left me standing all alone. =( honestly i felt lonely and sad... but luckily the lady got off at jurong east and i quickly dashed to take over her seat. hurhur. nah, i COOLLY walked over and rested my butt beside my sweetheart's. and i told her about my dream too! it was such an exciting dream. i was playing some kind of hero trying to stop some shoplifter and it ended with me and 3 of my friends getting chased by a parang wielding gang leader. the dream ended with me and abang berg hiding under an overhead bridge, which somehow was full of water. its like a storm...um...i forgot the word. but its actually those kind of huge canals/sewer/drains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward. we reached bugis mrt station and alighted. headed straight for the library and returned my books first. then we browsed for new books to borrow. sadly, she left me all alone, choosing the books as she wandered off on her own looking for pictorial books. hehe...thats very cute of her actually. perhaps i ought to buy her comics? hehe...mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found the books, 2 of them by chris manby and the other 2 are thrillers. checked out and went to raffles hospital's banquet for lunch. i had chicken rice while she had wanton noodles. too bad the chicken rice didnt taste as good as the ones at jp's banquet. long live jp!!! heard that jp will be having an expansion. um, i mean, the place will be expanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch we walked over to suntec city. i feel so proud. we did it! yeah yeah i know its nearby and all, but its our first time doing so and we managed to save some money on mrt fares. =) went to carrefour to buy drinks. we waited quite a pathetically long while to pay, when the items that we bought only cost us $1 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to esplanade after that, and luckily the weather wasnt so hot. but it was humid. argh. might as well be hot. and as usual i was perspiring like nobody's business. seriously, if singapore happens to be short of water, they should approach me for it, so they can turn my perspiration into new water. =) dont worry, i dont charge that high. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went home not long after that, and went to her house as i had a bad stomachache and jp's toilets are not what you can exactly call as "clean" and "user-friendly". it stinks and its always packed to the brim. hur. those cleaners, tsk3, they're more interested in keeping long hair and chatting outside the toilet rather than cleaning them. to jurong point's management: pls enlist the cleaning services of another company, maybe? ah, whatever it is, i still love you jp. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pssst, she told me her house was empty, but luckily it wasnt. so ppl, you cant accuse us of sinning okay! her dad had went back for a change of clother before going back to the wedding reception to help wash the dirty plates. =) so yeah, i was so happy to be in her house since there was a toilet that i was used to using. =) i proceeded to the toilet and started doing the full monty amidst the imaginative humming of the rolling stones' "satisfaction". nah. cow dung of course. hurhur. unfortunately, no matter how hard i pushed, the excrement just didnt want to be excreted. if it was birth, i could have possibly gave birth to an elephant. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we sat about awhile, before deciding to go to jp to buy the cleansing solution for her ring which i bought as her birthday gift. costs $12 so i thought why not, its worth the money. MAYBE. hmm. went to chamelon too, she bought ear studs and face sponge for us. hur. got her sis's cd-r and my dvd-r at popular and not long after that, went home at around 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really enjoyed my dad. i cant wait long enough for our next library outing. hehe...ooops. no. corrention. i just cant wait to see her again, my love. whoaaa...hmmm...aiyakkk...know what people, ive been thinking about my life thus far just now, how it has changed since 20th november 2002. the day my olvls ended. the day when the band of brothers started to part. um you know, the dizturbance. ok, wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/DSC04199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/DSC04199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um the guy standing on the extreme left wasnt part of us, he was one of our friend's boyfriend. the rest are the dizturbance. were. looking happy and joyful at our recent hari raya outing. the guy in gold/yellow is my best friend. i would prefer not to use the word was, but i wont deny that we have grown apart by miles. we used to be "blood". hurhur. we do most of our shopping together, and end up with the exact same clothes. at times, we end up looking like twins. same shirts, same jeans, we even have the same shoes and socks. heh. and the rest of the guys, were the guys i used to see and talk to everyday of my secondary school life. hmmm...we still do get along fine but each and every one of us has been busy with our own lives. the only guy i get to see often is that crouching tiger hidden dragon guy in black, who is, the one and only abang berg, my gf's brother. only difference is that, he's much fleshier now. hehe...and that guy wearing white/pale purple, thats my sidekick, the buttline. he's doing fine. as for the rest, i cant be sure, but i hope they're fine. here're more pics of us. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/DSCF0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/DSCF0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/Sentosa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/Sentosa3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/raya07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/raya07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. thats it for now readers. good night and thank you for taking your time reading this entry of mine. sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to siti fairuz: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;see you soon alright darling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cant wait for the surprise to be ready. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*jumps about*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love you. mwah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114346316672503232?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114346316672503232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114346316672503232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114346316672503232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114346316672503232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/03/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114326907814175245</id><published>2006-03-25T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T15:21:50.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im deeply in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hi. hello everyone. nice weather out here. i mean, out of cyberspace. im in my house though. and its freaking hot. im perspiring while typing. i think when my dad's sperm met my mum's ovary, something must have happened. something out of the ordinary. because what they produced, which is me, has a manufacturing default on it. i perspire too much. i emphasise, TOO MUCH. you know what, i can even perspire while lying down on the sofa reading. for example, i pick up a book, lie down on the sofa, read for a couple of hours, and *trickletrickle* sweat rolls down my forehead. its just so unfair. why me? why? thats why, i have to make it a point to bring lots and lots of tissue papers whenever i go out. packets of them. damn. hmm, maybe, when my mum was pregnant with me, she drank too much water? bathed too much? so as a result, i full of water? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had lunch just now, fish curry, squid cooked in soya sauce, and vegetables. none of them are my favourite. at first when my mum was cooking i thought the curry smelt pretty good. but the taste turned out to be just as bland as the previous curry dished she cooked. hur. very full though, cause i ate a lot of rice. a LOT. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i decided to stop reading "say you love me". i think the storyline's pretty slow, and the theme is too...um...mature for me. seriously, its a pure romance book. i stopped at the point where the girl was sold of to this manor and kept away at some discrete place as he was too young to keep a mistress. um, he was still living with his parents, so thats why. and the story went on to talk about politics and such, so i decided that i had enough. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently im reading jude deveraux's the blessing. now, THIS is a wonderful love story. i swear its good. let me summarise it for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the story starts with a love triangle between 2 brothers, and a widow from their hometown of abernathy, kentucky, USA. the elder brother, jason, is a rich man. very rich and successful businessman. his brother, david, works as a doctor at the local hospital. jason has moved to new york by the way. david falls in love with amy, the widow of the town's notorious drunk, who dies in a car reck. she has a son, max, aged a few months at the beginning of the story.&lt;br /&gt;david falls for amy, and amy, having much pride, have not got herself involved in any relationship with any man whatsoever since her husband's death. so david, in a bid to win amy's heart, enlists the help of jason in his quest to do so. david got jason to pose as a brokenhearted gay cousin of his, who needs a place to stay over christmas to get over his sadness. actually, david had jason to do the job of being somewhat a nanny to max, so that he could get some private time together with amy. things were going on well, and jason was helping amy financially in ways unknown to her. um, amy is poor, i forgot to mention that. very poor. so yada yada and along the way jason fell for amy himself and so did amy. david found out, and so did amy. amy found out that jason was actually a very rich man and thought that he was only using his money to win over her heart. she left town the very next day, without anyone's knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;um, so thats where ive been reading up to. the story develops a year later and amy has already found a job as an artist. so...i guess...i have to read on to find out more. hehe. did i bore you with that? im sure i did. im sorry. but it is such a wonderful story. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;tomorrow is sunday! library day! yey! hmm, i shall pester my sis for her library card tonight, so i could borrow 8 books tomorrow. she's busy with school currently, so im sure she'll let me use it for the time being. after all, she used to borrow mine and got it lost a few years ago when her bag got stolen at a bbq party of her friend's. could you believe it, her WHOLE BAG!!! with lots of stuff inside, for example, wallet (including IC and $$$), discman, and some other stuffs in it. hurhur, i still remember, not only did she got a scolding from my parents, but also by the police officer. hah! oh yeah. her brand new nokia 3310 was in it too, in use for less than a month. nokia 3310 was hot back then, having launched not too long ago before the theft. haha, what luck. tsk3. therefore, i would like to remind you readers out there, never leave your belongings unattended. since people might steal it, or the bomb squad will have to come and take it away under the suspicion of it being a bomb. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hmm. i suggest you readers might not want to read the following paragraph, as it is for the reading of my lovely sweetheart siti fairuz. you may read it if you want to, but its gonna be very mushy. very very mushy. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hmm, darling, first of all, i would like you to know that i love you. =) mwah. actually wak, everything scolding that i get from you is a result of my own doing. i know, sometimes, my behaviour have not been the best. i can be very mean and insensitive to your feelings. so, its not entirely your fault honey. im too be blamed too. honestly, i had never thought of your scoldings as anything more than just a way of telling me you care. i need to thank you for that, honest. though sometimes i might take it a little too seriously. hehe. im silly to be sad when i've got you. im happy now. very very happy. i love you a lot, and i definitely dont want to lose you ever. its only been about 7 mths plus, and the journey is still long. i mean, journey in life. =p it will definitely take superhuman effort from the both of us to keep this relationship up and running. and knowing you, im sure we can do it. together. give and take, i dont mind that. =) from now on, i promise you, i'll be a good boy, i shall not be as childish or insensitive as before, and i will surely shower you with lots and lots of love. more than im doing now of course. so...i love you. hehe. um, btw, im trying my best to put on more weight. i think ive succeeded. at times, i look like a tellytubby you know. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/16-03-06_1714%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/16-03-06_1714%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114326907814175245?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114326907814175245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114326907814175245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114326907814175245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114326907814175245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-deeply-in-love.html' title='Im deeply in love.'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114312117962297958</id><published>2006-03-23T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T21:20:15.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, its over..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/trombone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/trombone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today, thursday, school = sucks!There was no half day today! What the hell man? Thanks to my dear principal. Usually, after EMD, half day will be given to the students. And this yr, suckers!! Bloody effing school. We were given one pathetic period off. Dismissed at 1.20pm.In addition, last minute announcement was made, sec 4 and 5 will be having extra class right after 2pm. So now, whats the difference between 1.55pm and 1.20pm? Shucks!!Woke up early in the morning with blood shot eyes, feeling so sleepy and tired. Staggered myself to school. Fortunately, most teachers of JWSS, are understanding, so, i spent the whole day in school sleeping. Surprisingly, Mr Wong didnt punish me for sleeping during his D&amp;T lessons. But, remember, not all teachers are as good as Francis Wong.. Hahha.. When CHemistry lessons came, I was totally excited about going home! So guess wat? My eyes were wide opened!! Full of energy, i kept talking nonsense, mind you, i shouted across the class just like what i did during English lessons. Apparently, my chemistry teacher was pissed off. She turned, and asked me to keep my mouth shut. Oppss!Right infront of the whole class. Everybody was giggling.. Its utterly embarrassing.. Lol. But.. hu cares..?I care.I swear, i'll minimise talking nonsense. Plz bear with me for sometimes. Dont expect a change to happen within a day. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ahuh..Finally, its over..Evening of Music, Drama and Dance..Wohooo..A great experience..The best EMD ever..Will miss my trombone mates so much..Spot Ximin behind there!Thanks to her handphone's camera..at least we had ONE and only ONE snap to be kept as memories..My dearly cutie lil sister took the camera and kept it the whole day for her own use.I kept smsing her for the camera to no avail.Bad sister, bad younger sister. My frens(to whom may it concerns..lol) have this kind of mentality.. that is.. elder sister loves to find fault of their younger sister resulting an unwanted row. Its terribly untrue..I'm a good elder sister you see. I wake my sister up every morning.I walk to school with her. I sort things out in good manner(such as, punching her back, pulling her hair, throwing pillows to her face etc..) when theres any argument between my lovely sister and me And, yah..i do bully my sister sometimes, i shud emphasise on this, SOMETIMES.. Ask money from her during break time.Okok. enough say abt all this bunkum.. Lets cast my mind back to the very first combine rehearsal of EMD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then.. It was erm.. Late february. How fast time flies. After so much of hard work, finally it ended. Just like tht. Eye blink, and fussssh! everyting was over. During those time,it strengthen the friendship ties between band members. Ahuh.. So now i noe, how fun band was with those trombone mates of mine. Despite the sleepiness i had during those rehearsal, i did enjoy myself, in fact, so much. Wed(22/March) Reached school around 6.40am. Bought a chicken burger and off the band room. I could feel the excitedness in the pit of my stomach. The time seemed so slow. Every minute felt like one hour. Hell no, i was just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the waiting room, while waiting for our rehearsal, i read book and chit chatted and sms-ing and listened to music. Talking abt reading books, i'm only half way through that Jilly Cooper's book. Jilly Cooper books are good. U can nvr predict what happened in the end because theres so much twisting in the story. As for Chris Manby, i'd say its fun too. Anyway, i'm looking for Janet Quin Harkin's Books! That, another romance book. Unpredictable love stories. =/ i read one book written by that janet, titled "Hard Rock Cafe". Its abt a gerl hu hated a particular guy so much. They quarrelled every single day but one fine day, they ended up hugging each other..Aww.. So sweet. Ok, enuff abt books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Back to 22 march. I felt like being stucked in a maze. Imagine yourself, walking ard tht Victoria Theatre building and having all the EXITS locked. ouch. Thts scary.In the waiting room, the others kept talking about ghost stories. Those weird moment they'd encountered before. The worst thing was, they were talking ghost stories about the Victoria Theatre itself. So what do you think? Goosebump!! WOhooo. I was scared of cos. I took out my ear piece, and listened to Perfect10 until then, i realised my handphone left with only 3 batt. Shucks. So i said goodbye to my lovely dolly cutie little pie zulhairi. Was missing him so much. Felt like so far from him. Yerp. Kept tinking abt him.. My mind kept recalling back all those sweet moments we had. So sweet, sweeter than caramel. =) How to avoid thinking abt him? U guess? That DM of mine, also a junior of mine,( shouldnt name him out ) kept touching his girlfriend passionately.. Teasing each other like as if only both of them were in the room. Utterly inconsiderate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after long break. after so much break. after having so much dark in the room. We had our dinner.Ouh yah. The food! Was superb.. Earlier before lunch, Miss Lin told us that, we musnt complain abt the food for lunch because we would be having a succulent dinner later on. So we were over the moon. To our great disappointment, dinner was worse than lunch. Half cooked rice with acar(over cooked, i could swallow it without having a care to make it into soluble simple molecules) and a chicken wing curry(the taste was like, curry powder with water,mixed plainly just like tht). Ok, my description isnt tht fantastic, i noe. So just forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the EMD programme commenced right on the dot, 7.30pm. First one to peform was the Heart Beat, special guest invited to perform. I dun have the faintest idea hu they were. But if im nt wrong, they were the ones who performed during the ITE SIMEI drum festival. Hmm.. Bla Bla Bla.. 1 hour seemed so long. Susana, Jia Yun and me were fooling around in the toilet during the an hour waiting. We stood infront of the mirror, smiling to ourselves, imagined we were taking pictures, u noe, those neoprint pose, finger on ur lips.. Kept laughing our ass out. When suddenly, Susana gt high. She sang some kind of seducing music, and unbutton her vest! Wollalala.. I was stunned. Almost fainted.I thought she was possessed by some naked ghost. Hur.But hell no. She was so high yet nervous which caused her to be like that. First and last experience for her mah. Coz, according to Bala.. Rumours circulated saying that, Its gonna be the final EMD. So sad. *Fast Forward* It was BAnd turn to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the aisle full of pride and confidence, i could hear my heart thumping very loud in my ears. Looked at the audience. Full house! All the seats were occupied. Wohooo.. In the dark, the extra band members stood at the side of the audience. THANK goodness. Nobody could see us. Get wat i mean?It was totally dark. and the spotlight was only on the stage. It shone right on Bala himself and Mr Yusri and some of the percussionist. The rest of the band members were invisible. Ouh bloody hell. Whats the point practising ur ass out, when nobody knew where the music came from? Yah rite, it came from the band members, but, what the hell!!! They couldnt see us!So whats the point practising hard all this while? Bala is so so so ridiculous. When band performance ended, i walked to the exit when suddenly i heard someone calling out my name..I turned, to my disappointment, i couldnt see hu tht person was.. hahaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Finally, its time to go home. We packed our stuff and waited eagerly for our turn to be dismissed. When suddenly, i heard tht familiar high pitch voice!! SIANG YEEE!! she shouted my name at the top of her voice. i was surprised!hahaa.. she's looking great. we hugged each other and thts abt all. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Shall stop my long dull entry here. No point keep rabbiting on this EMD! Dont think its tht interesting for u guys. But to me, its absolutely the best EMD i ever had. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before i end my entry, to my very dear honey sweetie cutie pie with charming bulging eyes, zulhairi bin jaffar,just for him, nobody else, so all of u, plz..i hope u stop reading here. Dont be nosey ok..=D Awak, I'm loving you more and more each day. Sorry for making you sad all this while, its my fault for being so so so impatient and i'll nvr accuse u without basis anymore, for the sake of our love. I'll learn how to control my temper and never will i throw tantrums again, especially to you, little lad..Right from the bottom of my heart, abang.. I love you.. I know, this is kinda mushy.. But hu cares, i'm missing u so much.. Hopefully u put on weight eh? Coz, i've gained ard 2kg alrdy.. Hehehe.. Cant wait to see you!! After tomorrow, will be SUNDAY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/16-03-06_1712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/16-03-06_1712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114312117962297958?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114312117962297958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114312117962297958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114312117962297958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114312117962297958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally-its-over_114312117962297958.html' title='Finally, its over..'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114309575072498350</id><published>2006-03-23T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T14:37:37.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/101205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/101205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;finally finished reading sidney sheldon's the sky is falling. wonderful story. that was the thriller i was talking about in the previous entry. wow. worth reading, surely. how could one expect her colleague and even the nanny was involved in the conspiracy? hur. cant wait to get my hands on more of his books...ooh sunday please come fast...hurry hurry...lets eat curry...hurhur...=x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just started on this book, "say you love me". even the title sounds mushy. oops. no i meant, romantic. its romance, what can you expect?the story is set in the....um...im unsure of that, but its not very modern. 1800s i guess, and the main character is this girl, who's an orphan, and stays with her uncle and aunt. not long after the story starts the uncle got laid off his job and the family had trouble making ends meet. so, she decided to make the sacrifice of allowing herself to be auctioned of as a mistress to some rich man. so far, thats all i know about the story. heh. sounds alright for the time being, not til i get to step my foot at the library again. books books books. hmm, frankly people, reading helps. helps to stimulate your mind, and at the same time its also another way of learning english. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its 2.30 in the afternoon, and im waiting albeit impatiently for my sweetheart to come skipping home and send me an sms proclaiming all the love in the world for me. hehe... im so in love with her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im hungry thought i've had lunch just now. well, what can i say. im a growing boy, and a growing boy needs lots of food. healthy food. so far im having cereals and milk for breakfast, and also close to 1 litres of water per meal. result = frequent visits to the toilet. but i guess thats okay huh. its supposed to be healthy, and every time you urinate/excrete, you're actually removing the "harmful"/"bad" stuffs from your body. i dont know whether that is true though. hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thats for breakfast. as for lunch, rice, whatever dishes there is, and also the close-to-1 litre-of-water. hmm. same goes for dinner. sounds healthy enough? i take fruits too. papayas are my personal favourite. hur. its so sweet, soft, tasty, and every other thing you can say about something delicious. duh, of course its not spicy and what have you. hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to be honest, i dont have anything to type. im just dragging this post as long as possible so it wouldnt look so pathetic. hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love siti fairuz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i really do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114309575072498350?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114309575072498350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114309575072498350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114309575072498350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114309575072498350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally-finished-reading-sidney.html' title=''/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114300889271305808</id><published>2006-03-22T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T14:28:12.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you</title><content type='html'>hi!hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im zulhairi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i would like the world to know that i miss my siti fairuz so much. as in, very very much. its been 3 days since i last saw her. how is she now, i wonder. im sure, she's more beautiful now than the last 3 days since i saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing has been up in my life thus far, im still jobless, and, i've given up on searching. its just so irritating reading up job vacancies in the straits times, since the majority of them have this ridiculous criteria of being able to speak mandarin. come on, this is a multi racial country, everybody deserves a fair chance. anuses. damn anuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ive been reading. lots and lots of reading. mostly romance novels. hehe...its nice reading about romance. im still lovesick just like i was on 30th july. i would definitely recommend books by chris manby. she writes great stories about women. really. they're super fun to read and never boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently im reading this thriller regarding some conspiracy involving this guy and that guy and the main character is this woman who works for that broadcasting company. hur. its getting more and more interesting as each chapter goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i simply cant wait to get my hands on more books!!! darling, shall we go to the library? hehe...um, nothing much to write, cos nothing much happened. argh. good bye everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love siti fairuz of class 5N2 of jurong west secondary school okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114300889271305808?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114300889271305808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114300889271305808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114300889271305808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114300889271305808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114198767580277584</id><published>2006-03-10T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T19:03:20.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Otherside.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Shhh..Cant u see, its very quiet. Cemetry are meant to be quiet. Hahah.. Stop my crap. this blog has been left untouched for quite some time uh.. Well, school life is getting more and more and more tougher. Also time consuming.. I think, without those EMD, Speech Day, CCAs or Extra Classes for the students, i'm sure the students gonna do well in their academic. Cant you see those stuffs are eating away our precious time? I could have done a lot of revision within those hours itself. Ouh heck, why did i lie? Hahah.. Obviously i'll spend those time to make my eyes puffy. U noe, sleep for 10 hrs per day.. Wolalalala..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Today i had two english test. 2 english focus test. Stupid, i meant, im stupid.I'm gonna fail my test papers badly. Really. I was so tired and sleepy and my mind went blank throughout the papers. So what do u expect? A pass? A borderline pass? Hell no.. A shitty zero for me man. Anyway, who cares, whoops, i do care. But what am i suppose to do? Talking about english test papers, I failed my chem paper too. It seems like everything failing huh.. Everybody was supposed to test for the unknown metal. And it was a CatIon. So, we shud jolly well take the filtrate and test wif the aqueous sodium hydroxide and ammonia. To my astonishment, my solution did not turn colourless.So, happily, i took the residue.Went to teacher's table with confident, and dropped silver nitrate into the residue..Haha..So my teacher was like.. "WTH FAIRUZ?!" She asked me, with confusion, what i was trying to do. Hahaha..She announced it to the whole class. "I SAW SITI FAIRUZ TESTING FOR ANIONS" =( Its embarrassing ok.The moral of my story is, never ever be confident and does things without looking at other people works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ok back to my scenario before english focus tests...I was freaking tired after eating so much during the one and a half hour break. Hahah.. Guess what, i ate like an elephant today. Opss.. No no.. Elephants dont eat meat.. Hm..I ate like a ... pig? Ants? Cockroach? Tiger? Leopard?Ouh watever.. I ate a lot today.. Ate Hong Kong Noodles with 3 chicken seaweeds and 1 chicken drumstick. Wohooo..With Milo dinosaur and.. Popiah!! thts quite a food huh.. Lol.. I hate bringing loads of pocket money to school. I'll end up spending those money just to buy food. Food that i've been dying for.. Especially CHICKEN SEAWEED. hahaha.. After all, i dun really feel regret after eating so much.. Coz i knew, out there, two of my buddies also ate a lot today.. Boommmm!! And guess what? they're leading a healthy life now. Planning to go for a morning jog u noe!! Wolalallaa.. Ok stop my crap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ouh man.. I'm lost for words. Today band prac was just ard half an hour only. Ok thts great. Thanks to the Parents meeting. Tomorrow band prac starts freaking early. 7am must be in the parade square..Wth? Shucks..I'm so sleepy. I'm so tired now..Finally, first term of the year ended. One week holiday. Wohoo.. Might as well dun call it "HOLIDAY" u bloody brat!! Monday, Wed, Thurs, Fri.. =&gt; bAND prac.. From 7.30am to 5.00pm. Tuesday, English remedial. Ouh, hell yaa..=D I'm off. I wanna finish up my tonnes of homework. All waiting to be done.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Shucks.. I saw PappaRoti paperbag!Its a bread, same kind with those Rotiboy.Or RotiMum.. VERY GOOD!!I've been looking for this bread for quite some time!! I've been dying for this bread. and look, they ate the bread without buying one for me?!?Wth? And they refer to my DEAR MUM AND DAD AND SIS! Thanks, really.. THANKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm off. Love you Zulhairi.. rEAlly..Hope you love me too.. and hope you really remember when was the last time you saw me...(=pPpPP) COZ, i really miss you. And hope you miss me too.. I miss you so much tht every night i dream abt you. And i had a bad dream yesterday. About you and me..which woke me up right in the middle of the night. Which made me awake for the rest of the night..Its just a bad dream. Just a bad dream. Just a bad dream *shakes my head*.. Just a dream..Hate it.. Love you hun..Cant wait for Sunday. Really. Coz, I cant wait to see you darling.. Hopefully, u're excited.. Coz, whenever i tink abt Sunday, I'll be so excited, just like 30th July 2005, Saturday, 2.15pm.Those wonderful moment we had.You grabbed my left hand? When we were heading to Marina Square entrance? It was drizzling..And you popped that question which made me float? The first ever movie we watched together?Red Candy? And the very first kiss you gave me on my cheek?Remember? Ouh man..I;m dragging my entry..Why am i typing those things out? It suppose to be a secret, isnt it? Cant help it, it was such a beautiful moment..Alright ... I'm excited now. Tomorrow is Saturday.. =) After Saturday is sunday.. Sunday is our day. Missing you so much, Zulhairi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114198767580277584?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114198767580277584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114198767580277584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114198767580277584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114198767580277584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/03/otherside.html' title='Otherside.'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114118488995014737</id><published>2006-03-01T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T12:23:46.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st march 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning. Came back from the dentist about 1 hour ago for checkup. Received 4 injections to the gum, whereby the 3rd one nearly killed me. hurhur. pain! pain! pain! arghghgh! enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, like she mentioned, we went exploring on sunday. lets start from the beginning shall we?&lt;br /&gt;um, so we met up at about 11.45? she was late, as usual =p...hehe...but its okay though, nothing too bad about it. took the train to plaza singapura and had burger king for lunch. i had brought the coupons along, just so we could save money. =)oh wait. before that we headed to level 7 of the mall to buy tickets for final destination 3 at 1.30pm. the earlier the better, means we'll have more stuff to do later, since she had to be back early that day. after lunch we watched the movie, gruesome as usual, nothing much in the storyline, but non-stop excitement nonetheless. i think its a good movie to watch in the cinema though, with the big screen and blasting sounds and all that. so after the movie, we had dessert at swensen's. we ordered banana crumble, which was pleasantly though a bit shockingly, sweet! and i do mean SWEET. very very sweet. i felt so guilty after eating eat...too much sugar is bad for the body you know. tsk3. whatmore with my ulcer just beside my tongue. it was killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after having ice cream we took the NEL to clarke quay station where we alighted, and roamed around. stood by the river and looked at boats passing by, with all those excited-looking tourists in them, taking pictures and such. after that i decided that it would be better if we walked around some more, to the esplanade preferably, and which we did so successfully without getting lost. i was already familiar with the surroundings actually, since i had already gotten lost there not long ago with the sidekick buttline. no no, not sidekick's butt line but my sidekick whose name is buttline. got it? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around, got to city hall. and i meant the real city hall, just in front of the padang. saw some people playing crickets. apparently my sweetheart didnt remember that the game was called crickets. she got it right on the third try though. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway there, she said she was feeling nauseous, perhaps from walking too much. and i felt scared and guilty too, i was afraid she might throw up or something, i'd hate it if she falls sick. =( um, guilty for, walking too fast? hehe...its just my normal walking pace dear, i cant help it. but from now on, i promise i'll slow down a little bit okay? just for you. mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, reached the esplanade where we sat for quite a while, chatting and chatting and chatting, occasionally interrupted by ants invading her hand bag and such. saw lots of people pass by, mostly foreigners enjoying their day off. and i dont mean expats or tourists either, i meant, banglas and maids. heh. oh, actually, we planned to leave the place later, but i had no choice 'cos a bee was getting in my face! i have a phobia with bees you see, i had been stung once when i was having my sec 3 camp. and the pain was so, um, excruciating? just like the &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;cruciatus &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;curse which lord voldermort used on harry potter in their encounter at the graveyard in &lt;em&gt;harry potter and the goblet of fire.=&lt;/em&gt;) hurhur. im a harry potter fan. i hope u wont mind. i dont mind having myopia and having a lightning scar on my forehead, if that means i'll be able to escape from ns. hurhur. harry potter doesnt need to do NS. its just not fair. =&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to my story. we left, and headed for home. =) a very very enjoyable day indeed. seriously. i got to do all the stuff that i love to do, watching a movie, eating ice cream, WALKING, and of course, spending my precious time with her. aaaah, how i love sundays. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was how i spent my sunday with her. last sunday, i mean. and yesterday marked our 7th month together. its getting older honey!!! soon, i'll be saying, yesterday, i married her. hehe. or, i might be saying, yesterday, we celebrated out 45th wedding anniversary. hehe!!! its getting out of hand, no?=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i have something to type about, and its kind of serious souding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;are we happy doing what we do, being who we are? for instance, i've just finished my tertiary education, and everywhere i see my friends are all busy applying for university.and i was wondering, is it not normal for me to get so excited over apply for university? okay, i agree, that education is very very important, the more the merrier. but as of now, im just not sure whether i'd be happy to commit a few more years of my life to studying? studying, not learning, 'cos learning never stops til the day we die. and im just not sure whether i would succeed if i were to go to U, and this thought actually have a deep impact on me. i mean, university education costs a bomb really, and the tuition fees has been raised yet again if im not wrong? and of course, i do have my influences too, my sis for example. i think its fair to say she's leading a more or less stable life now, financially stable, she worked immediately after poly, and now she's at adobe, with a good job, and also, doing a part time degree at SIM. i think thats pretty cool. you work, you save some money for your immediate future, and then continue your studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch.even after this im still not sure. am i different? am i not ambitious? am i a loser? its hard really. so for all you guys still in secondary school or poly, enjoy your life alright? enjoy life as it is, no matter how boring or tough school is, 'cos a bigger problem will be waiting to bug you the moment you finish your tertiary education. honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to being happy. im turning 20 this year, and yet, i have no riding or driving license whatsoever. strange huh? i see teenagers talking excitedly about having licenses the moment they turn 18.erm, that sounds funny. i mean, they're just so excited about owning a license, to drive, to ride and so on. its a good thing to have, really. but somehow, i just dont feel a need or want to have a license, yet?im happy taking the train, the bus, or even walking. the lack of motivation may also be caused by the fact of my family not having a car, whereby my driving license would be pointless for the time being, if i were to have one.  plus, i seldom see people drive, as in, sitting beside the driver and observing, asking for tips and such. i'd be fish out of water at bbdc. once again, i feel like a loser. good for nothing sort of loser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nonetheless, i do have plans for my future. perhaps im the type that take one thing at a time, going at my own pace? but the world waits for nobody. i know that. perhaps i could do better if i change my ways a bit? take some risks, learn more new things? but would i be happy then? doing all those stuff? you guys get what i mean? doing stuffs to keep ourselves happy is one thing, but doing things to keep us satisfied? satisfaction doesnt guarantee happiness, agree? its 2 different things, really. for example, you work very hard. earn lots of money. and i do mean work hard. like, 7 days a week, just to earn all that money. yes, you do have a lot of money, but would you be happy working 7 days a week? think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;alright this post is getting too long i think. hehe. i love siti fairuz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love siti fairuz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love siti fairuz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love siti fairuz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;always. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114118488995014737?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114118488995014737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114118488995014737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114118488995014737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114118488995014737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/03/1st-march-2006.html' title='1st march 2006'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114102371954506673</id><published>2006-02-27T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T15:01:59.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It was laying right on the dining table, right in front of my eyes. I saw it at first. But after a few seconds, i've forgotten where i &lt;strong&gt;placed&lt;/strong&gt; it, so i went into my room, and searched for it, everywhere in my room. Ok fine, I've been so so so or should i say, extremely forgetful. Really. I hate that. I'm wondering, how on earth I'm going to pass my 'O' Levels with this suckiest brain of mine. Shucks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday had a lot of fun, after so long waited patiently for Sunday, I met him. We went out for our date. As usual, Sundays. =) We explored Singapore.. Ahuh, i'm too tired to talk abt it. I'll leave that part for him to elaborate more. he'll tell every single minute detail of it. I'm sure of it. Hahah..Crap fairuz.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's it..I love Zulhairi, everyday.. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114102371954506673?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114102371954506673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114102371954506673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114102371954506673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114102371954506673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_27.html' title='-'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114087102936783350</id><published>2006-02-25T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T22:28:03.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i used to think of being it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to daydream about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to want to be it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What if im already in NS then?i know the school will be writing in to the SAF authorities, but i just dont want it to go to the point that i have to recourse. you know, repeat bmt or something like that? =S yikes. been thinking of it since yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, IF im already doing my ns then, most probably i'll be doing bmt at tekong resort, and i will only get to book out on saturday afternoons, and the training for speakers will be on saturdays, then...what life will i have?or rather, what remaining portion of my life would i have? got me?hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, lets look on the bright side, while not forgetting to put on sunglasses first. =)&lt;br /&gt;my graduation ceremony will be on the 6th of july 2006 at 2pm. the lady told me training begins in may. in the meantime, i have to alias with the top student of my course and come up with a speech. preferably heartwarming and encouraging, not to mention formal and positive. people say my english is good, but i'll only think i deserve those compliments if i do upstage the top student first.hurhur.*evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else what else...basically thats it. im excited, anxious, scared? argh. seriously, this chance is too precious to give it up. its ONCE IN A LIFETIME! and it'd be a good addition to my resume. uh. i might be famous? like what my sweetheart said? but i dont think so. i keep a low profile in school you see. lower than ants. hurhur... people pass by me without even realising i am there. and among the lecturers, not many know me. and when they do know me, they'll ask strange questions like, "are you a soccer player?" hahah...funny ey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;um, did i mention that the convention centre will hold like, a few hundred people?students, lecturers from the school of business, parents...yikes. haha. whatever happens, happens. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;one thing's for sure, i hope my parents would be there. and of course, that lovely lady, siti fairuz binte mustar. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll never forget you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how could i ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not when you're on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114087102936783350?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114087102936783350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114087102936783350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114087102936783350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114087102936783350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/02/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114078494888160088</id><published>2006-02-24T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:42:28.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of things to be typed out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I've found my D&amp;T Detailed Analysis file. It was lying helplessly under bro's bed. That sucks ok. Thank God, my DEAR brother gave me an idea.. He said.. "I think u better look for it in my room, coz i have the feeling i've kicked it somewhere in my room". I like that part very much, that "KICKED". Yerp, very true. He always kicks those things in his room which does not belong to him. So i looked every hidden places in his room. Such us, behind the pc table, which is so so so dusty. Behind the cupboards and finally, under his bed. The suckiest part. I crawled under his bed, anddddd.. full of dust... TADAAAAA!!! my dnt file was found! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing, my ears are killing me. Had my injection just now, its pain ok. However, its a great thing that i did not have to take Combine Science Focus test. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway peeps, my dear zulhairi, has been chosen to be the speaker for the Graduation Ceremony. Good for him.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yahh.. Today was a suckiest day. I meant, during school hours. You know, that english teacher of mine. As usual, daily lecture for 5N2 for not handing up homework. But hey, i did my hmwk ok.. =D She lectured us. Saying everything that hurt me real deep. She said "If you come to school, just because of your friends, making jokes, shouting across the classroom, laughing very loudly, you might as well leave this school and work as a clown". &lt;em&gt;Ouh shit.. My heart was aching. I banged my head againts the table. I jumped up and down. I burst into tears. I cried hysterically. I curled on the ground. I fainted. and my heart stopped beating for 2 minutes. Ok, lame. &lt;/em&gt;Everything that she said, i felt like, she was referring to me.=( I do shout across the class, I do crack lame jokes, I do laugh out loud everytime.. Ouh shucks. I cant help it. Honestly, when i kept myself quiet, i'd felt terribly dizzy and felt like sleeping..Hehe. Alright, i've gave it a thought. I'm turning over a new leaf. Gonna be an obedient girl. No more shoutings. No more laugh my ass out. No more no more no more.And most of all, no more talking crap. I'll never ever say out anything spontaneously. I'll think thrice before i say something. I'll never be a straightforward person. I'll be a shy girl just like what i used to be. A soft spoken fat girl. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THat's it. Today, I love Zulhairi more than yesterday. And tomorrow, i'll love him more than today.Love you loads honey. Honest. I'm so sorry abt yesterday, forgave me alrdy?.. Hehe.. Shouldnt have said things that hurt u. Yerps.. =D Dun forget me once u've became a popular guy in School of Business eh? Forget me not. hek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114078494888160088?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114078494888160088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114078494888160088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114078494888160088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114078494888160088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/02/d_24.html' title='=D'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114066213833505836</id><published>2006-02-23T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T11:11:40.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;wow...looks like somebody will be very busy over the next few weeks...with so so many events coming up...*shrugs* but thats life...hopefully she'll pull through just fine...um, can i watch you play honey? hehe...i'd definitely love too...may i?please?please?pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...so whats up with me...well, nothing much. finally finished school!!! =D im a poly graduate?nah, will have to wait for the results first. honestly, i'd be heartbroken if i were not to pass, cos i think i did pretty fine for the paper, as well as the final year project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've been bumming around for the past 1 week, and at the same time, searching for jobs high and low...heh. to tell the truth, im not that desperate for a job, but it would definitely be nice if i could earn some money, just in case i suddenly feel like going on a shopping spree or something. ouh wait, watching movies too! um, not to mention eating out. lately, i've been eating alot, as in, alot alot. i'd have rice for dinner, often with generous servings of vege, and after that, i'd eat a bowlful of cereals. yum. and if i feel like it, i'd have ice cream after that. and its really a wonder that i still feel hungry the next morning. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know...consider this statement: "You wont want to buy what you dont see." Understood? Its like, we wont have the urge to buy something, if we dont know it exists... i think its particulary true...applies to me...hurhur...the other day i was at citylink with her, and i saw this pretty pretty adidas tshirt....green...green!!!didnt manage to find out the price though...but i definitely would love to have it, if i have the money.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so back to the argument, see what i mean?all the while, i didnt know that the tshirt was nice, or have the urge to buy any adidas tops, since i know their often than not overhyped and overpriced. but ever since i saw THAT top hanging there all lonely and miserable, i have the urge to OWN it. uh, sorry if i seem to be crapping a lot. =) i think, i need retail therapy soon. woot woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see, what else can i say...did i mentioned i need a job?oops yes i did...heh, i know i know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sunday we went on our usual weekly date.=) we had fun as usual, thought of having swensen's for dinner, but decided to postpone that as i was feeling too full already, or rather, nauseous?hehe...so lets see, that was the second time we postponed a meal at a specific place, the first being zamzam at arab st was it?uh...i suddenly thought of something, there's just so many thing i'd love to buy or eat at this moment, so let me list down everything below. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) swensen's&lt;br /&gt;2) zamzam&lt;br /&gt;3) new socks&lt;br /&gt;4) new tops? (wish i have a brother so i could wear his tops, just like my darl wearing her sis's stuff.hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;5) perhaps another pair of LEE jeans?pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats it? not that much right? so its alright i guess? im not materialistic am i? no?no? of course not.=D but of course, the top on my list is definitely to make her happy. there's only so much more that i wish i could do for her, like, being with her everyday?be by her side as she does her homework/revision? make her smile and laugh and my so-called bulging eyes?buy every single food she feels like eating? hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh btw, puma watches are beginning to have fans now. ytd, i saw this guy wearing a puma watch. and as i passed by a watch shop, and saw a whole set of puma watches on display. eh ya hor.pardon my language, i was reading CLEO (yerp i do read ladies' mags at times, i have sis you see.) and on one of the pages was the advertisement on PUMA watch. it had the heading, "NEW STUFF". woot woot. and the watch displayed was the one i actually contemplated to buy, only to decided against it cos it was too small. i mean, the display was too small, and the colours available at that time wasnt screaming "buy me!!!". hehe, whats my motive of typing all this? well, lets just say im bragging? no no, im just happy i bought puma instead of adidas? consumer behaviour you see. oh well nvm, im just crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh. what else what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its already 11am. 1.55pm, please come fast, i miss my girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siti fairuz binte mustar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would i ever do without her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, she's been a part of my life since i was in sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our friendship wasnt all fun and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more like insults and criticisms instead.hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, she's a nice girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd always knew that she'd grow up to be a very very beautiful lady. (im unbiased okay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;our relationship hasnt always been smooth sailing either.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but what matters is, being able to forgive and put the past behind us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'd always do my best for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;im just so proud to be hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you siti fairuz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kisses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114066213833505836?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114066213833505836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114066213833505836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114066213833505836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114066213833505836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_23.html' title='=)'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-114060917415255426</id><published>2006-02-22T19:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T20:26:38.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;22nd February!!Left with exactly two more months to Display competition 2006! and exactly one more month to Evening Music Dance And Drama! Wohooo.. In addition, Speech Day is coming soon. So, obviously my life is getting busy as days slip by.. Hopefully, these things will end soon. Indeed, very soon. Coz, my brain is too cramp, duh! I have no enough time for revisions. How i wish May could come earlier. Okay, back to my life, its been a long time since i updated this blog. Apparently, I'm very busy with school works. Nowadays, I dun even have the time to touch this laptop and wats more, television no longer interests me. I have been engrossed in school works that nothing else could steal away my attention.. Ouh holy crap! Why did i lie?Ok i admit, none could steal my attention away except for that bulging eyes guy, Mr Zoolhighree. Haha. Anyway, My life has been all about books, food, sleep, school and.. ok, busy thinking about HIM. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yesterday was a wonderful day. Should i say, it was great day? Enjoyable day? Oww lalalaa! 21 February 2006; Woke up early in the morning feeling freshed! The weird thing was, i slept late yet i did not feel sleepy at all. Duh! I was extremely excited you see.. To visit those trainee at the MINDS Clementi. It was funny actuali. That was the very first time i came to school with such a good mood, with no feeling of sleepiness. Hehe.. On the way to school, i heard somebody shouting out my name,those high pitch voice. As usual, none other than NG YUN QING! "FAIRUZ!" So, i walked very very slowly since my dear fren isnt tht tall to walk tht fast to catch up my pace. She was surprised to see, I wasnt looking sleepy that morning. And as a matter of fact, i was talking crap right when the sun hadnt even risen yet. *Fast forward* Hour after hour, the time flies so fast. Frankly speaking, i didnot have the mood to do school work on that very day. Didnt really know what was in my mind. Too excited. Hyper active. Super crap. Full of bunkum. Haha..=S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ouh yah, i was appointed to buy food for the trainees since everyone was reluctant to do that simple job. Alright, being a good girl, i agreed with an open heart. Haha.. U noe, my heart can open and close, u noe. Duh! Did some calculation for the food costs etc, off i rushed to Jurong Point. Plz, Not alone of cos! With two big heart men and one withdrawn girl tagging along by my side. Fortunately, Sazlee and Cheng Hong agreed without giving a second thought. Later, Nadiah joined us for the shopping "SPREE".. bLablabla.. Took taxi, etc etc *fast fast fast forward* we were left in the middle of nowhere. Clementi lah obviously. Didnt know which direction to go. Walked and walked and walked, the sun was killing us. The weather was extremely sunny. I felt like being burnt by raging fire. &lt;em&gt;Ouh, so much for my lame phrase..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;*Skipped that stupid part* Reached MINDS! Was so excited to see them! But, too bad, we had no chance to talk to them. I meant, theres no way to interact with them as we were very busy painting the wall, cleaning the area and stuffs like art and craft. Orite.. 4.30pm sharp, the trainees went home, living the students of 5n2 jwss alone. Ahh.. Honestly, seeing their faces make me feel so so so.. ergh.. Hard to put it into words. Sympathy? No no.. I just feel i should be glad that, i'm a normal person. Duh, I'm not saying they're not normal. Lets put it this way, how would you feel if you're one of the trainees there, and people laughing at you? Ouh, hello! Plz lah, Thank God that u're not born like that. Alright, suddenly im so emotional. Stop talking abt this then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;See,I've wasted almost half an hour for just updating this blogspot. I could have done alot of things within that precious half an hour. For example like, SEARCHING FOR MY DNT DETAILED ANALYSIS FILE! It has gone missing! I've searched it everywhere in my house. Ok, tht part i lied, I only searched in my room. But, no sign of it. Mr Wong said, he had returned that file to me last week. So where did it gone? Ouh man.. I'm dying.. If this file really gone missing, I gonna drop this freaking D&amp;T man. D&amp;amp;T the most time consume subject..Ahhhh!! Who took my bloody file? Or, what the hell my brain is doing, where did i put that file?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Shall stop my post here. Before my grammar getting worse. I hate it man, I hate my English to the core. How i wish miracle could happen. Like, woke up early in the morning, found myself talking fluent english with profound words. Woo lalala.. ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;By the way, Zulhairi, I miss you so much and much. I love you more and more each day. Hope you miss me too.. Hope to see you soon.. Hope to see you soon.. Hope to see you soon.. Very soon.. Coz i think, I need you.. Hope you need me too.. Orite, shall stop my crap here. Good bye everybody. and Love you Zulhairi.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-114060917415255426?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/114060917415255426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=114060917415255426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114060917415255426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/114060917415255426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_22.html' title='-'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113997552347541819</id><published>2006-02-15T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T12:36:57.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15th feb 2006</title><content type='html'>hello everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yerp, so as she mentioned, i had a great day yesterday, just like she did. got to meet her, had lunch with her, as well as having lots and lots of fun together. also gave her a gift, which is, a bright green puma watch. hehe...honestly, i meant for it to be adidas, cos she's mentioned to me a few days ago that she actually wanted to buy an adidas watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i went to city chain at bugis junction and also at wisma, but the adidas watches at both outlets looked bland and nothing caught my attention. while i was at city chain wisma with my sidekick, the ever loyal sham aka buttline, i caught the sight of this attractive looking puma watch, stashed away at a little corner away from the bright spotlights, away from most people's view. i asked the sales assistant to take it out so i could touch it, feel it, hold it, taste it, and after a while, i asked to look at the pink adidas...asked the opinion of the buttline, and he agreed too that the puma one was much more eye catching. although there's nothing special about it, plainly analog, but there's just something special about its appearance. x factor maybe? hehe...well whatever it is, im glad MY siti fairuz loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, yesterday, went to school in the morning till afternoon at about 3pm. went home, rested awhile, bathed and met her at jurong point at 4plus. ate at banquet with her, and yeah, chicken cutlet tastes so much better than chicken chop!!! haha...it was only my second time eating chicken cutlet you see...im such a newbie...hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after that we walked around for awhile, and when we settled down, i gave her the gift. i was so so excited to do so, as this would be the nicest thing i have bought for her, excluding the ring i gave for her birthday. heh. and seeing her smile when she opened up the box, woooh...i could have flown. yippee!!! really people, im so deeply in love with her. then, she gave me her gift for me, which is a ring, with out names engraved on it. wow...i mean, a ring!!! a ring!!! im now the lord of the ring!!! haha...thanks baby...its nice...i've always wanted a ring for myself you see...and nothing could be better that having a ring with our names on it...i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats about it...the exchanging of gifts...well, siti fairuz, i'm loving you more and more each day now, and every little thing that i do that manages to carve a smile on your beautiful face, makes me even happier...i'll nvr stop loving you, thats for sure. mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113997552347541819?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113997552347541819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113997552347541819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113997552347541819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113997552347541819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/02/15th-feb-2006.html' title='15th feb 2006'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113992765597843828</id><published>2006-02-14T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T22:34:15.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best day ever..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Specially for Zulhairi Jaffar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14 February 2006&lt;/em&gt;; Had a great day today. Firstly, got to meet him today to celebrate V day.=) Secondly, had lots of fun. Thirdly, i gave him a present. Fourthly, he gave me a present. I was touched when he told me, that he wrapped the present himself. He gave me a Puma watch. Earlier on during sch hours, i've been talking abt buying new watch, such as PUMA..aww..so much for our coincidence..So, Lastly, we had fun and fun and fun and fun and fun and fun, until the time flies, we went home, separate ways, missing each other again and again and again... =) Thanks ahbung, for everything..hehe.. Nothing much to type.. That's all folks. Love Zulhairi Like Crazy.. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113992765597843828?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113992765597843828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113992765597843828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113992765597843828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113992765597843828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/02/best-day-ever_14.html' title='Best day ever..'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113953074131667262</id><published>2006-02-10T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T08:19:01.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/mewithheruni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/mewithheruni.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;morning readers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ouh its only 08:13am in the morning and here i am, wasting my time away...hehe...actually im going to sch later on at 9 plus maybe? to do my project and also to sit for THE interview...what interview you ask? hmm, well, its an interview for the nominees who have been nominated to give a speech at THE graduation ceremony in may, or june, i think. so well, yeah, i was lucky enough to be nominated...there're 7 nominees altogether, and only 2 will be chosen. right now, im kinda confused as to whether do i really want to get chosen or not, as those who are chosen will of course have their 15 minutes or so of fame, but they'll have to undergo training in the first place. sheesh. so i guess, i'll just go with the flow, no pressure on me...heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hmm finally its friday! tomorrow's saturday already! yippeeee!!! and im missing her so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I LOVE SITI FAIRUZ BINTE MUSTAR.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113953074131667262?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113953074131667262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113953074131667262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113953074131667262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113953074131667262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/02/good-morning.html' title='Good morning!!!'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113903503951300100</id><published>2006-02-04T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T15:01:24.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIGGEST SURPRISE EVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/iminlove.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/iminlove.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;good afternoon people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you would have known by now, if you had read HER previous post, a miracle happened yesterday. yep! a miracle indeed. awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i had school as usual yesterday. woke up at ard 720am, bathed, got ready, and left house at around 840am. lesson starts at 9!!!hoho!!! so took the mrt yadayadayada and reached the lecture theatre at 9.15am. surprisingly, lecture had only just started. i didnt miss out anything! hurhur, well, i was actually being late on purpose, since i knew the lecturer was a pretty slow, and yes, i do mean slow arriver. um, got such word meh? ok, he's always late. happy? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after lecture had my last tutorial with my personal tutor (Class mentor/Form teacher)... oh my, i mean, its not just the last lesson of the semester, but the last lesson of my poly life!!! though he's a strict disciplinarian, he's still a good man, a nice guy. not to mention an avid man U supporter (BOO!) haha...at 1, class was dismissed and the class got to know that lesson after lunch had been cancelled. and as luck would have it, my group decided not to stay behind for projects, but instead, to go home and have a rest. so we went home. oops. not we. they. i went for friday prayers at darussalam mosque at clementi. after friday prayers, walked back to dover mrt and caught the train home. dropped by ntuc and bought 2 tubs of ice cream, 1 bag of fish nuggets, a pack of cheese sticks and 1 can of baked beans. im eating more and more i tell you. heh. went home, only to find out mum havent cooked. so i just munched on some prawn crackers while passing the time. oh btw, i didnt eat in school too, save money for the future. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon the clock showed it was 4pm. i washed up a little bit, since i was going off to meet the love of my life, siti fairuz. washed up, put on more cologne and perfume and left home. took bus 105 to GIANT IMM and bought 2 pieces of chicken cutlets. she told me earlier in the day that she felt like eating chicken chop.hehe...but alas, chicken chop would be too big of an item to break out a surprise with, so i got chicken cutlet instead. i bought a bottle of mineral water too, for my own personal consumption. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that done, i took the free bus from IMM to boon lay interchange. oh dear, it was a minibus!!! you know, the white and blue one, with only 1 door? that one! and, unfortunately, i was the only one on the bus who didnt get a seat. awww, poor thing...but for love's sake, i dont care! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached boon lay, and i made my way to the main gate of jurong west secondary school. as i passed by the basketball court, i saw the band playing!!! i tried to spot her, but it was too far away.=( so i slowly walked around, looking for a place to sit, and finally settled down right in front of the school gate. waited. waited and waited. btw, i arrived at the gate at 540pm. honestly, i was expecting the security guard to question me or something, since i was kind of loitering around within 100m of a school premises. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually, band would be dismissed at 6 or 6plus, but i thought that it would be better if i was early, just in case she got dismissed earlier. so i waited. um, btw, how come so many people are riding bicycles? haha...the banglas, the ahpeks, the mats...weird.. okay, so at 6pm i changed my position. this time, sat right opposite the classroom where the...um..boys brigade? were holding their meeting. or lesson. i dont know. was it npcc? nah i honestly dont know. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i waited, waited, waited. drank water. looked at little boys playing catching. banglas chatting...hmm...heard the band playing their music for quite some time. um, how come they're always playing the same music, sounds like the ending for some song or something. suddenly, they became quiet, signifying the end of band practise for the day!!! i was so so excited. i became fidgitive. hmm where was she? i just kept on waiting and waiting, and suddenly, 3 girls walked past my line of sight. followed by...SITI FAIRUZ BINTE MUSTAR OF CLASS 5N2! she didnt notice me sitting there, looking at her.aww. =( i walked up to her, as i was closing on on her, she turned to me, and gave a really wide smile. you know, that cute smile of hers, with the eyes closed?hehehe...she's real beautiful, the lady...hmm...so walked her home, and as we reached her void deck, a huge mosquito just popped out from nowhere!!! hurhur. her brother just came back from work too. she dragged me up with her. i didnt want to go up cos it had only been yesterday i had been to her house, and i didnt want to be an uninvited guest this time. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went in, and spent the rest of the day with her...night i mean. left her home at around 930?945?i reached home at 10 plus, thats for sure. i felt tired, exhausted, since it had been a really really hot day...but most importantly, i felt satisfied and happy, as i had got to make her smile...im loving her more than ever now, as in, really really love her. i've nvr felt this way about anyone before, you know, the feeling of, always wanting to know what that person is doing all the time, whether is she fine, tired, happy, sad, bored or not...hmm...and im glad that she's the person im feeling this way about, cos i dont think there could be any person better than her for me? um, sorry if it sounds complicated. just bear with me. at least, its how i feel from the bottom of my heart. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've known her for 4 years plus now, and im loving her more and more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU SITI FAIRUZ!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113903503951300100?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113903503951300100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113903503951300100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113903503951300100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113903503951300100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/02/biggest-surprise-ever.html' title='BIGGEST SURPRISE EVER!'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113898107274923629</id><published>2006-02-03T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T23:37:52.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=d</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What a wonderful day i had today.. Let me see, such a lovely night, windy.. Yerp.. Zulhairi made a big surprise for me today. Realli big. He waited for me like an hour ard my sch area just to surprise me!! How nice he is... I'm so touched and happy.. He made me smile from ear to ear after a long day in school.. =) He waited and waited and waited and waited.. Wonder what he did while waiting for me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Actually, i wasnt that surprise when i saw him approaching me.. Bcoz, earlier on, at school, before packing up instrument, my cousin shouted to me, saying.."hey, ur boyfren has been waiting for you outside sch from just now!!!" At that point of time, my heart was vibrating extremely fast, i almost fainted.. Smile spread across my face of cos.. ;P Didnt expect him to do such surprise.. After band dismissal, i told Jia Yun that i'd just walked home alone today.. Hhaha.. Coz i knew, miracles do happen.. That is.. Mr Zulhairi, himself accompanied me walking home today.. Heheh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I quickly rushed out of the school and looked around, no sign of that bulging eyes lad.. Feeling rather disappointed in the pit of my stomach..(ps: STOMACH..i have big stomach!!!!!) i just continued my journey.. Duh, u expect me to look for him isit? I thought, he went home alrdy.. When suddenly!! Out of a sudden!! I saw a familiar guy walked towards me... Tadaaaa.. He SURPRISED me!!! He bought me a chicken cutlet.. obviously he's encouraging me to gain weight rather than losing weight.. Hahaha.. After that, i dragged him to my house, as he was reluctant to come in..nah..shy guy..cant help it eh? =p Anyway, Yesterday and today, a real happy day.. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before i forget, today, i was caught staying inside classroom during reccess time.. If i knew this would happened, i've followed Sari and Nad for reccess, in addition: free food, haha..So Yerp, Gopal lectured the 9 of us...(GERLS!) which almost eaten one period of my friday's lessons. I wasn't sure who "pauto" to him abt us.. May that person has an unfruitful year of 2006... =) Haha.. Anyway, Gopal just scolded us, and u noe stuff like, "YOU TINK U ARE SMART", "I WONDER HOW YOU GET TO SEC 5 WITH THIS KIND OF ATTITUDE", "YOU ALL BETTER WATCH OUT".. Owwww..That's so scary ok! HAhahahaha.. I was expecting... someting like, suspension for us, detention or even EXPEL? As u noe, JWSS = a STRICT school.. wooooo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Till then, my toes are laughing.. Hahah.. Cant you see something? My entry i mean? Cant u see im happy ? Full of laughter? =D See.. I'm happy.. I'm floating.. Wish someone will surprise me again, tomorrow..hehe..&lt;/span&gt; I love Zulhairi, everyday, always..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113898107274923629?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113898107274923629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113898107274923629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113898107274923629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113898107274923629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/02/d_03.html' title='=d'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113898075955196129</id><published>2006-02-03T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T23:32:39.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=d</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What a wonderful day i had today.. Let me see, such a lovely night, windy.. Yerp.. Zulhairi made a big surprise for me today. Realli big. He waited for me like an hour ard my sch area just to surprise me!! How nice he is... I'm so touched and happy.. He made me smile from ear to ear after a long day in school.. =) He waited and waited and waited and waited.. Wonder what he did while waiting for me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Actually, i wasnt that surprise when i saw him approaching me.. Bcoz, earlier on, at school, before packing up instrument, my cousin shouted to me, saying.."hey, ur boyfren has been waiting for you outside sch from just now!!!" At that point of time, my heart was vibrating extremely fast, i almost fainted.. Smile spread across my face of cos.. ;P Didnt expect him to do such surprise.. After band dismissal, i told Jia Yun that i'd just walked home alone today.. Hhaha.. Coz i knew, miracles do happen.. That is.. Mr Zulhairi, himself accompanied me walking home today.. Heheh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I quickly rushed out of the school and looked around, no sign of that bulging eyes lad.. Feeling rather disappointed in the pit of my stomach..(ps: STOMACH..i have big stomach!!!!!) i just continued my journey.. Duh, u expect me to look for him isit? I thought, he went home alrdy.. When suddenly!! Out of a sudden!! I saw a familiar guy walked towards me... Tadaaaa.. He SURPRISED me!!! He bought me a chicken cutlet.. obviously he's encouraging me to gain weight rather than losing weight.. Hahaha.. After that, i dragged him to my home, as he was reluctant to enter my house..nah..shy guy..cant help it eh? =p Anyway, Yesterday and today, a real happy day.. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before i forget, today, i was caught staying inside classroom during reccess time.. If i knew this would happened, i've followed Sari and Nad for reccess, in addition: free food, haha..So Yerp, Gopal lectured the 9 of us...(GERLS!) which almost eaten one period of my friday's lessons. I wasn't sure who "pauto" to him abt us.. May that person has an unfruitful year of 2006... =) Haha.. Anyway, Gopal just scolded us, and u noe stuff like, "YOU TINK U ARE SMART", "I WONDER HOW YOU GET TO SEC 5 WITH THIS KIND OF ATTITUDE", "YOU ALL BETTER WATCH OUT".. Owwww..That's so scary ok! HAhahahaha.. I was expecting... someting like, suspension for us, detention or even EXPEL? As u noe, JWSS = a STRICT school.. wooooo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Till then, my toes are laughing.. Hahah.. Cant you see something? My entry i mean? Cant u see im happy ? Full of laughter? =D See.. I'm happy.. I'm floating.. Wish someone will surprise me again, tomorrow..hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113898075955196129?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113898075955196129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113898075955196129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113898075955196129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113898075955196129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/02/d.html' title='=d'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/Picture005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/Picture005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113885321965224988?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113885321965224988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113885321965224988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113885321965224988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113885321965224988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/02/lunchtime.html' title='Lunchtime'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113876608824646488</id><published>2006-02-01T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T12:02:34.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired, Scared, Lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hmm. morning people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning feeling rather nervous, the long weekend has ended and its back to work for everyone, including myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i have a presentation this afternoon, and nothing has been decided yet. no one knows who's presenting for my group, not even me. rehearsals havent been conducted, which makes matters worse. and next week, i'll be having the final paper for this module, and it makes up 60% of the final grade. im sure, that paper will be wasted. hehe, nah im going to study for it thats for sure, just that previous experience with ICA modules (ICA means there will be no exam for the paper, just a test which usually makes up 30% of the grade) shows that the CA3 papers will be as hard as if not more, than the usual exam papers. hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;also next week, i will be having my final year project presentation, the very last presentation i'll have to do in my poly life. =D but however, the project hasnt been finished yet. far from it. and we'll all have to work our anuses off to complete it. im so so nervous about that. most probably i'll be taking charge of the manuals and stuff. oh dear. i need inspiration. ideas! heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and after that, i will just run down the clock towards the end of my tertiary education. will definitely be looking for a job to earn some pocket money before the nation comes calling for my service, though unwillingly. hees. where will i be working? i dont know. perhaps selling curry puffs at boon lay interchange? hurhur...nah. i dont wish to be working in an office already, it kills! the boredom...surrounded by walls, closed windows and such. im actually itching to try working at a fast food joint. macdonalds...they have such tasty ice creams you see...as my DARLING knows, im an ice cream freak. i can finish 1 tub of ice cream at 1 go...heee...lucky for me, my metabolism rate is extremely high. and im sure my stomach acid will have no problems corroding the concrete of benjamin sheares bridge. hurhur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, just for the sake of sharing my happiness with all you readers, we've just celebrate our 6th "monthsary" last monday, 30th january 2006. hee hee. im having the best times of my life now. with her of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;well, while its true that sometimes, we tend to have negative thoughts of each other and quarrel over the silliest of things, it just beats me how we always manage to always forgive each other and accepting each other's mistakes, and all the while not stop loving each other. true, 6 months isnt that long, but hey, rome wasnt built in a day, they say. meaning, and this goes to all couples out there, when 2 individuals are put together, its just inevitable that sometimes, disagreements will arise, and it really is up to them on how far they are willing to put aside their ego and persist to make the relationship work. its not easy, but hey, just look at our parents. most of us are lucky enough to have both parents living with us and looking after us. but they do quarrel at times dont they? come on, even if u have nvr seen them do so, im sure they do. but nothing bad happens from it right? i mean, they dont go filing for a divorce the next day right? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;we just have to be positive. and take our time to cool down and resolve the problem. hurhur. do i sound like a marriage consultant? dr.love? nono. im just siti fairuz's boyfriend. and both of us are fortunate enough to be in a wonderful relationship. i still love her as much as before, if not more. and i still get butterflies in my stomach whenever im with her, just like on 21st july 2005. hehe... alright i better get going..till next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU SITI FAIRUZ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113876608824646488?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113876608824646488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113876608824646488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113876608824646488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113876608824646488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/02/tired-scared-lazy.html' title='Tired, Scared, Lazy'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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Its only 10.50 in the morning.. Usually, ard this time, i'll be very busy looking for clothes, dolling myself up.. blabla..Anyway, this blog has been so quiet for quite a long time huh.. Have been so busy lately( thats what i've been repeating all this while, BUSY ) Let me see.. What shall i type today? I meant, for this entry.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;First of all, today, &lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;, gonna be a very very boring Sunday.. Unlike the past Sundays(ever since 30th july) Today date with him..(&lt;strong&gt;Zulhairi&lt;/strong&gt;) has been cancelled. yerp.. We've never cancelled our dates before no matter how bad we quarrelled the day before sundays.. But today, its different..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i was already awake ard 8am.. I kept glancing the clock. Den fell asleep again.. 8.50.. i was awake again.. Stared the clock.. and off to sleep again.. 9.30.. 9.55... 10.05..10.20.. tadaaa.. my alarm clock sounded.. to be honest, today i didnt really had a good night's sleep. Kept waking up in the middle of my dream.. &lt;strong&gt;The reason was&lt;/strong&gt;: I was positive excited to meet my zulhairi..( &lt;em&gt;The thought of meeting him makes me feel so excited &lt;/em&gt;)Of course lah, we can only meet once a week, and apparently, sunday is the only day we could meet.Furthermore, we've planned what to do today..In addition, lately we've been arguing over tiny weeny matters.. which always ended up with words full of love by us.. Yerps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, back to my story.. once the alarm sounded, i switched on my handphone.. One msg received.. I read.. Syirah msged me.. Then another msg received.. its from zulhairi.. I thought it would just be the usual sunday morning greeting.. Like "&lt;em&gt;what clothes u're wearing today","what time to meet", "where will we be going today"&lt;/em&gt; and so forth.. However, today msg was seriously different...And to my very great disappointment, He said he has a bad news for me.. Today date must be cancelled.. At that point of time i felt like crying.. Ok but then, i shouldnt be selfish..because he did not cancelled today date deliberately.. one of his relatives passed away.. Yah, so sorry to hear that.. After I replied his msg, i tried to go back to sleep. Hell no, I couldnt! Its only a Sunday not going out with him.. Wonder how i will survive not meeting him every week once his in the NS. Niwae, its okay, gonna spend today's time wisely.. After all, theres still other days to meet him.. But what if tomorrow never comes? Nah, crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I shall stop typing about our date being cancelled. Realli. I should. So, lately, life is getting fun and at the same time getting tougher.. And yah.. yesterday went out wif Kin and Mum.. Went to bugis village.. Mum bought me and kin new clothes..She's so nice.. Its not a waste dragging her to come along with us.. Hehehe.. Thanks loads pretty mommie.. As far as i'm concerned, its been a long time since i went out wif her.. After the short shopping, we went to hunt for different types of cloth for her bridal use. When suddenly, Kin called me.. Saying something in a low voice so that nobody heard what she said.. What she said, what she told me, is a secret between me and her. Hahahaha.. I was so embarrassed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Then off to ZamZam and had our LATE lunch.. Bloody hell, banquet was closed! I was hoping to eat CHICKEN CHOP!! nah..forget it, as a substition, i had Murtabak ayam at zam zam.. Still, theres chicken! Now then you noe, why i'm so big for the age of 17 -wanna-be? Because, i love chicken very much.. And night time!! Dad called KFC!! haha..it was so called "SUPPER" for us.. HEAVY supper.. Lol..So, everybody, stop wondering why i have over protein figure.. And yah, almost forgotten, i met Linda! She was standing alone near the phone booth beside Leisure.. When suddenly, she caught a glance of me, mum and kin she walked away and tried to hide.. But too bad, we caught her red handed.. Lol.. I meant, whats the point hiding ?? I know she hates me, so do i.. Ouh shucks. I'm too frank today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;By the way, mrs choo just taught my class new chapter, about what 'fairness' in Singapore bla bla bla.. But that chapter is a chunk of crap! Ouh.. OKay, i shouldnt type what i feel about it.. Or else, i'll kena caught by the police for typing such racism. =D One more thing, I lied mr unprostate-glands last thursday!! He lied too! He said he would called my mum and asked why i couldnt turn up for extra d&amp;amp;t lessons. But he didnt. It was only a trick by him to makesure we attend tht bloody extra lesson. I have something to share with you guys, JWSS = weird school, achieving bad grades, obviously get you into trouble.. However, getting GOOD grades itself, is worse than getting bad grades..U'll be treated equally bad like as if you earned bad grades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Anymore to be typed? I guess, i'll stop here for today's entry.. Yerp.. Really, today Sunday, gonna be a very very boring Sunday.. Just like zulhairi saturday afternoon.. Just like? Or shud i say.. MORE? Get what i mean? No? Then you can jolly well move ur mouse cursor to the very top right hand corner of ur screen and click that bloody hell &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; box. =) But frankly speaking, i'm really no good in explaining things. I have this difficulties to explain things into words.. I always end myself up stammering.. That's my achilles' heel. Did i spell it right? Nah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm missing Zulhairi very much..Very very very much.. Hopefully, he feels the same way too. Or, i'll just run away and bury myself to death. yerp. Good day everybody.. Enjoy your holidays. Yah,&lt;strong&gt; ENJOY&lt;/strong&gt;!!! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113850679371297395?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113850679371297395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113850679371297395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113850679371297395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113850679371297395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_29.html' title='-'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113767227462569840</id><published>2006-01-19T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T20:04:34.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/Picture04702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/Picture04702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my tooth filled today, and will have to return for further checks... never knew there was nerve in our gums...hur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113767227462569840?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113767227462569840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113767227462569840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113767227462569840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113767227462569840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/01/dentist.html' title='dentist'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113740397348268277</id><published>2006-01-16T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:06:30.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awak jgn la kata gitu! =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hehe good afternoon everyone! mr yanny here again! again and again and again!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today's monday. the beginning of a fresh new week. the starting of 5 working days, before to the much awaited, much desired, much wanted weekends. which of course, im looking forward too, since the weekends are the only days i could meet THE siti fairuz. hmm...she's sleeping now, poor girl...tired from a tiring day at school...meanwhile, im here, not so tired, just stressed over my project. so the presentation date's out, 7th feb 2006. there're lots more things to be done. aww, too bad. will try to finish it. dunno whether its possible though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, last thursday, i gave miss siti fairuz binte mustar a surprise. a very big surprise. totally caught her unaware. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i...&lt;br /&gt;i...&lt;br /&gt;i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAITED FOR HER AFTER SCHOOL! AS IN, WAITED FOR HER AT THE VOID DECK, WITH A TOTALLY CUTE AND INNOCENT FACE. hehe...yeah, you might think its lame, but im so proud of myself for doing it so ever successfully. here's the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;earlier, i went to school to submit my MC to the office, since there was a compulsory post-itp briefing for all third year dbit student who've finished their attachment. since i went to the dentist the day before, i wasnt able to attend the talk. so i had to submit my mc, which i did. afterwhich , i went to the sp popular bookstore to look for my darling's yellow file, needed for her biology. biology right? actually she's tried looking for it here and there, but the exact A4-sized yellow ring file wasnt to be found in any of the places she's been to. so i bought it for her, and then headed to jurong point. i planned my outing to the point that by the time i reached her void deck, i would be able cut her off before she heads to the interchange to meet her friend. so i went to ntuc first, bought some food items i've been craving for, i.e margarine and century egg. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i went to her void deck. waited. the time was about 230pm, she said she was meeting her friend at 3, so i thought that she would definitely be coming down soon. so i waited, read the newpaper about some nude guy. haha, funny really, the guy i mean. okay, so i waited, she still hasnt appeared. 2.50pm, i heard footsteps. i turned my head to the left...and saw a very very familiar figure in the purple of jurong west sec's uniform...IT WAS HER! HER! MY LOVE! she seemed to be in a hurry, late to meet her friend i assume. hur. waved at her to come over, and for a moment she had the surprised look, before being rushy rushy all over again. she said she'll go up for awhile to change. she came down a few minutes later, and began to wail...oops...not wail...just pleaded with me not to do it again cos she was paiseh i saw her in the uniform. hehe...its ok what baby, you look as pretty as ever...whatmore with those cute black shoes of yours!!! hehe...neatly tied hair...short skirt? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ok so we went to the mrt station to meet her friend, he appeared about a minute after we arrived. hmmm, some of you might be eyeing with suspicion, "he????" ahuh, he lah. her friend from the band. he teaches her loci you see, cos im not able to do so. seriously, i find learning loci a waste of time. *yawn* honest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hmm, so i went home after that, feeling very satisfied. at long last she finally got her yellow ring file, and i got my margarine and century eggs. hehe...=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;so yesterday was sunday, had our usual date together, went to jp as always. hur. but we got to watch memoirs of a geisha though. a very very nice story. i feel so proud, getting to watch it first before most ppl do. hur. it was sneak preview you see, which means our coupons worth $4 was useless, not applicable for sneak previews. damn. but there're always other shows right? heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ate at banquet, we only had carrot cake and popiah, since poor zulhairi still has a sore gum and couldnt chew hard food. hmm, after that had mr softee for dessert! uh, the mr softee isnt as nice as before...the last one i had before yesterday was in 1998, and my, what a difference in taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hmm...we went to the pasar malam too...lots of stuff caught my eyes...food especially. just wait til my gum heals. heh. oh, the sight of imitation perfumes caught my eyes too. hugo boss?woohoo. im into branded perfumes now, since my sis's always encouraging me to go look for branded perfumes, but at a lower price. haha...seriously, im just interested in the smell/fragrance, not buying them. personally, i think that they're just overrated. its the name that makes them so expensive. agree? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hmm...before going home, we had a heart to heart talk as usual, which ended with tears, unfortunately. but all's well now, we're happier than ever, and looking forward to the future. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i'll end this post here, and wait til she continues updating her unfinished post earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"love you lots siti fairuz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love you every single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love you every single moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loving you more and more every single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loving you more and more every single moment."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113740397348268277?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113740397348268277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113740397348268277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113740397348268277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113740397348268277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/01/awak-jgn-la-kata-gitu.html' title='Awak jgn la kata gitu! =('/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113680269324902037</id><published>2006-01-09T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T16:03:55.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yahrite..So much for my myths. I'm making up stories then.. =) So Sorry for my inaccurate informations then.. Plz dont believe my words anymore, i mean, only in this blogspot. Just that my english sucks, ok?!?! Just came back from Jurong Point and Jurong East..With.. Him of course. Supposingly, I felt like going to Jurong Point with Sar and Nad. After giving so much thought abt it, i made up my mind not to follow them. Reason: Paiseh walking ard jurong point wearing school uniform. because, according to useful source(shikin) i look terribly funny wearing school uniform.And thts a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just recovering from my suckiest ever behaviour.As you noe, I received $300 instead of $500 for my scholarship.So, i've been making a nuisance at school just now, asking those scholarship-ians(hur) how much they received. To my &lt;strong&gt;ASTONISHMENT&lt;/strong&gt;, they received $200 more than me. Get wat i mean!??!?!I was darn darn sick after hearing that fact ok. I kept blaming the CC, MOE!! watever lah.. Blablabla.. In addition, Bio lesson! Mdm Chan told me that i bought wrong workbook!We're supposed to have bio workbook volume 2 but, tht cutie little pie bookshop aunty gave me volume 1. Luck wasnt always on my side, i've written my name in PEN ink on the first page of the book. So, it means, no changing of volume 2 andddd... I have to buy a brand new volume 2 workbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continuation..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Supposingly, the above 2 paragraph was typed on last Monday..9 January. But,being a SECONDARY school students, due to my hectic schedule, i have no time to update my blog regularly which result leaving half of my unfinish entry untouch for almost a week. Get what i mean? Hopefully u all understand lah..*&lt;em&gt;alhamdulilah lah eh eh eh..haha&lt;/em&gt;* Just difficult to put it into words. Nowadays, Im just lost for words you see. My brain has been terribly cramp by all stuff. You know, Dnt O Levels Qn Paper for the practical have been distributed to students last week. This year theme..quite easy or shud i say more to the difficult side? Honest, i still have no single idea what to be done for O levels Artefact. Mechanisms are needed in every single artefact. As far as I'm concerned, mechanisms arent easy. In addition, the thought of Mr Zulhairi going away for National Service is realli saddening. Just cant imagine, how my life will be without him around. Let me see, going home after school, reaching for my handphone, with no new message in my inbox...going online with no one to chat..i mean, no more zulhairi the crappiest guy i ever met..hahaha..nah, lets not talk abt NS stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So, as you know, somebody gave me a BIG SURPRISE on last thursday..12 January..=/ Actualli, i have no idea what to type about that day besides saying i was terribly shocked and surprised but at the same time happy to see him.. Get what i mean? Again..No? Forget it.. Let's get into detail.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, 12 January 2006&lt;/strong&gt;, was a very sleepy day. Felt so lethargic. The weather early morning wasnt that bad though, it was kinda bright and clear sky. When suddenly, after the last period bell rang, it rains heavily.. Made up my mind, stayed at school until the time showed 3pm. Because, i've asked help from Wei Jie regarding Maths stuff. You know, those LOCI.. Promised to meet him at 3pm sharp. No late comers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Stayed at school with Sar and Nad. Ate our lunch together..Btw, i want to share something here, that was my first time staying back after school just to eat..An achievement you see, dont u tink so? Hahah..We ate, ate and ate, laughed and laughed and left the school. Half way through Nad left me alone.. She went home. So i thought, "am i suppose to wait for wei jie alone right at Leisure..?" Being a punctual girl, i just walked straight without knowing my destiny, and turn left..Tadaaaaa.. I went home instead of going to our rendezvour(new word of the day..hahaha..) Walked quickly.. I almost floated home. While walking home, i kept thinking abt Zulhairi.. Missing him.. Imagining him, waiting for me right at the void decks..When suddenly, someone decreased my speed of walking, right when i was reaching the staircase of my block. I saw a familiar figure, wavy-haired guy with bulging tennis ball shaped eyes, waving his hands into the air, seemed like he was waving to me. Hahahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*I was shocked to death. My heart was hammering very very fast. My insides were squirming. My temples were throbbing.. The hair behind my back was standing up.. and the goosebumps on my hand were errupting.. *&lt;/span&gt; But i did not stop and reached for him.. I walked past him and waved something like "You Wait! I need to change first! coz im late!!!" As a matter of fact, i was terribly embarrassed at that point of time. Can you imagine walking with someone who is smelling of flowers and you, smell like rubbish bin? Haha.. You know lah, low self-esteem, cant help it. So i dashed up the staircase, got myself changed and off to meet Wei Jie and at the same time, meeting my deary Zulhairi, kept complaining.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Then we walked together heading for the Leisure.. Its hard for me to let him went home after that "SURPRISE" of him.. I asked him to come back with me and wei jie. Frankly, i felt like dragging him home with me, watching me and wei jie mugging on Loci. But too bad, he rejected my invitation.. So yerp, he went home.. leaving me behind.. Without turning back.. I walked back home with Wei Jie.. Anyway, Wei Jie such a helpful friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ooops.. did i forget something? Of cos, Thanks a lot Zulhairi, for the surprise.. And for the yellow file too,nice of you,looking around Singapore just to find yellow file for me. I mean, Singapore Poly's Popular,mind you.. It realli freaks me to see you surprising me like that. Alright, thats all for now, i'm lost for words. :Actualli theres more to be typed but im tired already. Will update this blog soon. *poor english language* =...(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s://people might think i'm crazy, blogging for so long. Spent hour after hour right infront of this laptop just to play with the internet. Ya rite..i'm out of my mind. Like, Not in a mood to study u see.. While most of my frens revising their works, here i am, blogging like there's no more tomorrow.. HAHAHAHA.. i'm so funny.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Love yeah loads, heirie.. =) hope ter see yea soon..&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113680269324902037?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113680269324902037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113680269324902037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113680269324902037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113680269324902037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113663195073709163</id><published>2006-01-07T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T11:55:23.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wooohoooo everybody!!!! haha yeah i noe that didnt make any sense...but who cares???ure not the one writing this blog, i am!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr yanny here ppl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd just like to inform u that some details regarding my darling's entry earlier wasnt accurate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myth 1: i have to extract 3 teeth out&lt;br /&gt;fact: only 1 baby, only 1. hehe...2 more, must see the condition first. =p the dentist said the 1 molar teeth got lost and came out at the wrong place. its stuck between 2 teeth. hurhur. im not really scared of the extraction part, but only the injection. whenever a needle pierces any part of your body, or mouth for this matter, you will feel pain you see. hurhur. aaaaah...just get it done and over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myth 2: i have to go to school for only 3 days a week&lt;br /&gt;fact: um, nah, actually just 1 day. yup u read it right ppl, i only have lessons on friday. so, it means that officially, i go to school only once a week. hurhur. dont be jealous ppl, just wait til u get to poly k? =D as for the other days, its up to me whether to come or not, cos we'll only be doing our own stuffs, like projects. heh. currently the projects are doing ok, progress has been made, and presentation is only 2-3 weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i started typing out this entry on the 7th of january, and today's the 9th of january. yesterday was a sunday, so as usual we had our weekly date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;8th january 2006&lt;br /&gt;um, we had nowhere to go actually, bored of every place we've been to. but at least, there was something to do. the 9th of january is abang berg's birthday you see, so she, being the nice little sister wanted to get him presents. of course, me too, being a nice friend, wants to get him something. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i woke up at 7am, cos i was just so so excited at the thought of meeting her again. the last we met was on monday, so its about 6 days we werent meeting each other. i was missing her badly. aww... ok, so i woke up at 7am, rolled here and there, and fell asleep and woke up again at 8.45am. it was raining heavily. waited for mum and sis to get out of the toilets, washed my face, brushed my teeth and alas, i was ready for breakfast. but i decided to skip it as i was running out of time to prepare for my date. i still havent clipped my nails, shaved, iron my shirt and so on you see. just drank a cup of tea and ate some crackers and after that took my medicine. antibiotics, rather. after that i shaved, making sure my face is silky smooth for her to lick later on. hurhur. with that done, i proceeded to ironing my shirt. the levi's shirt. hur hur was so excited on wearing it you see, i've never worn a top so expensive before. seriously. after that clipped my nails, filed it...dunno whether file is the right word...but lets just say i got my nails smooth. hurhur. bathed, got ready for the date. put lots and lots of cologne...oh yeah, i also put on some of my sister's perfume. hurhur yeah i know, ladies' perfume but who cares, as long as i smell good and irresistable. not to mention seductive. =O gucci rush. hehe. the smell still sticks on to my shirt til now. yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;got out, it was still raining heavily. she said she would be wearing slippers, so i did. went out of the house with my umbrella, and headed to the mrt station. once there, i sort of tried to shook my umbrella dry, but i guess i shook it too hard. it broke in half!!! :'( really. i was so paiseh. hurhur...quickly searched for a dustbin and dumped in inside. took the mrt and alighted at boon lay. (duh) after that waited for her. she was late. ticktockticktock. hur. i was getting pretty annoyed. (sorry baby but im kinda impatient when waiting for you. cant wait to see you you see. =D) finally she arrived, and we went to jurong point. firstly we went to the bank as she wanted to deposit her cheque...but only to find out she hasnt crossed the cheque yet. and she got no pen with her. so we went to popular!!! used the pen for free. hehe...okay, then we went to john little to look for berg's presents, and without buying anything, went to banquet for lunch. had japanese food again. she had chicken and i got salmon as usual. i love salmon though i dont really understand whats so nice about it. hur. finished our food and walked around again. lets see, we went to giordano, baleno, and john little again to look for socks, as i wanted to buy him socks. he always wears shoes without socks. smelly. hur. so finally, she got him perfume and deodorant, while i got him shaving cream. nice idea? definitely. he doesnt use any shaving cream and always end up with cuts. hurhur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so after that we ended up chatting and chatting making jokes and stuff. you know, the normal boyfriend-girlfriend bonding. hehe. waited for night to come, as her mum wanted her to be home early before 730pm. but at abt 6plus, her mum sms-ed her not to go home straight, cos no one was home and she hasnt got the key. her mum told her to go to ntuc and look for them. but she didnt. =D we continued our chitchat session til her family was home. &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; she went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;okay, so i left for home after that too. went to mcdonald's to get myself a well-deserved big mac meal. hehe i was ravenous you see. okay, reached home, changed, and discovered.............my jeans were dirty!!! as in, really dirty!!! with pocked marks of mud and such. uhhhh...got to wash it today. later maybe. today. soon. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;today's the 9th of january, abang berg's birthday. tonight her family will be holding some celebration over at their house. &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; be attending it later. or tomorrow instead. we'll see about it. =D hmm...so what's my plan for today? will be continuing with my project soon. either tomorrow or today that is. the group leader wants to see some progress made. hmm...got to work hard for it. aaaaah!!! 3rd of march, please hurry up? please? please? hehe...as of 4th of march 2006, hopefluly i will have completed my tertiary education, and will be waiting for the much dreaded national service. aww, no more pink IC, no more civilian clothes during the weekdays... ouch. hope it ends quickly without much fuss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;shall end my entry here, would like to say to her that i've really really enjoyed my time with her yesterday, and would love to see her again real soon. loving her truly madly deeply. want to stand with her on the mountains, and bathe with her in the sea. i want to lay like this forever, until the sky falls down on me... hehe...love that song. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you siti fairuz!!! the cute lady with the pink cap and white gloves!!! woohoo!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113663195073709163?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113663195073709163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113663195073709163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113663195073709163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113663195073709163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/01/hehe.html' title='hehe...'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113662954929378767</id><published>2006-01-07T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T18:29:48.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Its been a long time since i updated this blog.Before i continue,let's make things clear,Siti fairuz here, Not the one who showed off his new Levi's t-shirt, zulhairi..=PpPpp.. So, he's been updating this blog constantly.. So much tings to be shared.. I guess? Hhee..Obviously, I'm darn busy after school reopens. Especially first week, need to catch up loads of things.. Honestly, i'm still in the "holiday mood".. Cant u see my sleepy eyes every morning? In addition, i'm down wif running nose right now.. And phlegm stucking in my throat. I hate it.. keep coughing.. Aniwae, school life is getting bored. Ya rite.. Lots of changes.. Can say, I'm lost alone. =S Get wat i mean? hopefully, NO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;First of all, my English language is getting suckier than ever. I have this super thick difficulty in my head to spot for the answers when doing comprehension. Like u noe, Confuse which one is the answer.. I've been reading books, doing assesment and so on.. Guess wat?!?! Everytime i'm writing a sentence, i will read it for like 3 or 4 times just to make sure it sounds perfect. I'm so so afraid that i might make any mistakes. Shucks. It really sucks. I'm so scared of failing English. Even Bala said, without English, Polytechnic will never have a place for you. Shit! Next, my maths.. Its always English next &lt;strong&gt;MATHS&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;SCIENCE&lt;/strong&gt;. Maths new chapter, Loci.. It stinks a lot. Bloody sicko..Its terribly confusing..Ahuh..U'd tink im scaring myself isit? Or, attracting u guys attention? Ouh, hell no..Its the truth..Its happening.. Arghhh..English, maths and science.. without them, im nowhere to go..=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wassup wif my foul mood yeah? Thanks to tht bloody Edusave Scholarship. False Hope. For almost 2 months, i'd been craving for $500 from M.O.E. Planned what to do to that money, spent bits of it and save the rest..Bla bla bla..Buy new clothes.. Treat my lovers.. I mean, my family and zulhairi ... To my "astonishment" i received a cheque stating &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS ONLY&lt;/span&gt;. I was like.. ouh shucks.. wat the heck!??! My heart was sanking..sanking down down down and out of my anus. haha! But its true, i was so so so disappointed.. lolx. After that, saw Yun Qing.. She was smiling heartily.. Ouh, u noe wat!?!? Yun Qing received $500! What on earth is happening?? She's in the same level position with me. We were top 5 for year 2005. there she was holding $500 cheque smiling ear to ear.. and me, $300,frowning all way long.. how saddening!Let's stop talking abt it..But!! Its $200 difference..So much things can be bought with that bloody $200.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Effing Luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!My luck, mind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What else should i type? I'm just so bored. It's been raining every single day. Ouh yah, Band practice, another thing which always scared me to death. Mr Lam has just updated the new position for formation block. I was alocated infront. I am standing right in front of the row. Centre of attraction. Obviously first row will get more attention right? So, he's been extremely strict to the first row. Especially the Steps!!! My heart always beat double fast whenever Mr Lam says "FORMATION BLOCK"... I'll always concentrate on the steps which ended me up no music sounded.. hurhur. However, no matter how hard i concentrate, i'm still filled with fear. People in fear tend to do mistake.. No doubts, i've done wif loads of mistake. I'm still &lt;strong&gt;scared &lt;/strong&gt;ok. Scared of getting scoldings from Mr Lam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Tomorrow, Sunday..Finally, we're meeting.. Its like duh! There are 5 days long in a week.. And short saturday sunday..I hate weekdays..School..= ...( Cant it be weekends evey month? Hehheeh..So i can meet him like everyday.. I miss him so much.. Ok, stop calling him, 'him'.. hur..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zulhairi&lt;/span&gt; plz.. =D But then, Seriously i envy him.. He needs to go to school only for 3 days in a week. Its just not fair, dont u tink so? Those agree with me, plz raise up ur toes?!? Hur.. I miss him so much.. Miss tickling zulhairi &lt;strong&gt;"BLOATED"&lt;/strong&gt; stomach&lt;em&gt;..(according to him, he said, he's gaining weight and his stomach is popping out)&lt;/em&gt; hur.. He's toothaching..Pitied him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 teeth gonna be plucked aite? Best wishes my love.. May your Lady Luck smile for your luck. And, may i noe hu's ur lady luck eh??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here. I'll stop typing here. I'll stop my bunkum here..Because Kin seriously needs to use this lappie you see. Nowadays she's been dying for internet. She'll just throw her tantrum to whoever using the lappi whenever she feels like having it. Even Abg Berg granted her "WISH", sometimes only lah..Will Blog soon. Very soon. very far. Very further. Very near. Very pari pari. Ok, stop it. hur. Good evening. =D Have a nice day ahead. Don't worry be happy. Oye Como Va! Tequila! Yaaaammseng!! Fine, i'm nonsense!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113662954929378767?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113662954929378767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113662954929378767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113662954929378767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113662954929378767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/01/bad-day.html' title='bad day'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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see...something new...but im not in the mood for challenges, please lady luck, please smile on me? i need some luck with these codes now...please i beg you please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;well sorry for being such a nuisance but making that teeny weeny bit of progress really excites me! haha...bubbye all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113645840457286337?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113645840457286337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113645840457286337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haluuu everbodei!!! good morning!!! mr yanny here!!! uh...um... not schooling today. instead i'll be doing my project at home. you know, codings and such. i'll be able to go at my own pace, though the 'group leader' wants to see some progress by tmr. hurhur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...so i just had a heavy breakfast. nasi lemak with second serving. hur. still craving for indomie though. all of you should try it, honestly, its delicious. maggie's nowhere as delicious as it you know. especially the tom yum flavour. uhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, lets see...is there anything else to talk about...um...not at the moment. hehe. i love her. always. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113643004350379326?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113636321521817883</id><published>2006-01-04T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T16:26:55.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nyehehe...new tshirt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/Pic003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/Pic003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/Pic002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/Pic002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;good afternoon everyone!!! woohoo!!! as you can see, the above pictures are pictures of my brand new levi's tshirt. um, definitely not as nice as the one fairuz bought me, but still,  this was the next best design that caught my eyes. its in black, with some stitchings at the front and the trademark levi's wing at the back. too bad  you cant really see the design through the pics, cos the tshirt's in black. hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so i just came back from jurong point around 1 hr ago. at 3pm. went to my former workplace too, at corporation road. forgotten to get the company to chop my log book, so i had no choice but to go back and ask them to do it for me. hehe. troublesome, i know, but what can i do. the book's due on friday by the way. before that i went to jurong point first to change the tshirt. um, looked around for other designs, but mostly were just normal tshirts with the word 'levi' printed on them, nothing special. at least the one i took was stitched on. hehe...i prefer stitchings to prints. cos prints may fade out. stitchings dont. but stitchings peel dont they?:S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so, what can i say? my darling's having band practise now at school, and im left all alone online with nothing to do. project perhaps? maybe i should... connecting flash to database? asp? oh dear. time's running out. presentation's in 2 weeks...hehe...plus, i still have a report to edit. not to mention the pending user manual for the traffic simulator. oh dear oh dear...im in deep faeces...uh.i miss her. as usual. poor thing she only had maggi for lunch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;okay, so what's my plan for the rest of they day? after asar, i'll be having my lunch, and after that, do some stuffs for my project, infra new pics...oh btw....this laptop's infra-red sucks. i do have new pictures, but some just cant be infra-ed. uh damn. im so sad. its been raining since noon. gloomy weather. suits my mood. nah. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;bubbye all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; i love siti fairuz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113636321521817883?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113636321521817883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113636321521817883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113636321521817883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113636321521817883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/01/nyehehenew-tshirt.html' title='nyehehe...new tshirt...'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113629038383938455</id><published>2006-01-03T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:13:03.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woohoo~</title><content type='html'>hello everyone.good evening to each and every single one of you. its me again, mr.yanny. hehe. finally installed the modem on the laptop so i could use the laptop at home. meaning, im able to update this blog from home.yeah!~ dunno whats wrong with the pc though, just can update it from there...nvm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so actually i did post an entry just now while in school, but it wasnt a proper entry?too cheerful and nonchalant. hurhur..let me add some seriousness into this entry instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, currently, right now, darl's kinda mad at me for editing too much pics. okay you see, i recently installed this adobe photoshop into the pc, as my sis got it for free, since she's with adobe. played around with it, and got excited at the different stuffs that i could do with it. i even turned myself into the incredible hulk!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/Picture03002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/Picture03002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, what else can i say...just wish i didnt get too carried away with the photoshop thingy...argh wish she's not mad at me, wish everything would be fine. wish..wish..aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113629038383938455?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113629038383938455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113629038383938455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113629038383938455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113629038383938455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/01/woohoo_03.html' title='woohoo~'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113626934111602629</id><published>2006-01-03T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T14:22:21.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Well, without further ado, let's all put our hands together and applause for the "SECONDARY 5" students for breaking the record." I meant, thts wat Balasingham said this morning. 91.8% of Sec4na2005 were promoted to sec5. I bet Bala's over the moon. Hhaha..Anyway, first day of school wasnt that bad. Kinda sleepy though, first day of school,lessons have commenced.By the way, Sari's back. So, life isnt tht bored in class. Lucky thing, Mdm Chan did not arranged our sittings. Its a very bad choice! Coz, sitting wif frens means = laughters. Okay. Today, every teacher that entered our class said the same old ting.. "O levels is much more difficult than N Levels, dun ever think of sleeping in class or slacking or rotting.. Its a very big gap..blablabla.." Everybody have been saying the same thing, boring u noe. Naz told me to be prepared for O level as soon as possible as 4 mths itself isnt enough. Sila said "good luck for this yr O levels" Weijie said must work hard and he even volunteered to teach me maths for free .. Zulhairi said "you sure can make it to poly and i can help u in english" ... Even Balasingham  said that. =S By the way, i had a big surprised today. Mr Oliver Balasingham spoke to me and Sari. He was smiling and congratulating us.. U noe, those happy2 stuffs. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orite dudes and dudettes. Im off. Got nothing much to say. Tomorrow, Band prac. erghh..Havent even washed my dirtied gloves.GTH. hur..Love u loads too zulhairi. U're over the moon today, just like Bala.. Im glad u're happy. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113626934111602629?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113626934111602629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113626934111602629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113626934111602629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113626934111602629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-without-further-ado-lets-all-put.html' title=''/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113626661181426492</id><published>2006-01-03T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T13:36:51.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woohoo~</title><content type='html'>good aftenun everybodei! its me! mr yanny! the cutest, most adorable, irresistable, charming, elegant and eye catching hamster! hurhur... im just bored. ive been trying to update this blog twice for the past few days, and apparently somethings wrong with blogger, or my pc, that whenever i try to update the blog, all my entry disappear, leaving nothing mere than a " ". thats a space btw. hurhur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey, so im in school now, doing projects. not really. um, my friend just said to me, the only thing that is certain in this world is...DEATH. hurhur, just quoting his words there. he just broke up with his gf, and he's so miserable now. pity him. cant think straight. hurhur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so my darling's already home..its the first day of school today and she got dismissed early. yey im so happy. after...lets see, 5 hours of not being able to sms her, i can finally sms her all i want!yey! missing her so much u noe. the last time i saw her was....yesterday?hehe...well, im in love. u shud understand. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, so for the last week, we broke our own personal record. we met 5 times last week. hehe. each and every moment was so so enjoyable u noe. i love being tickled by her. baby tickle me please? i need ur tickles badly...hehe...im so so happy. im so happy that i dun bother to write in perfect english already liao. see, got singlish oredi le. not to mention the informal spelling of the words. hurhur. well, i got a levi's tshirt from her too!!!wooooo!!! never have i received such an expensive gift before. thanks baby. will plan another surprise for u in the near future. hehe i simply love giving her surprises. seeing her smile, her twinkling eyes filled with joy and laughter...mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ok. brief update abt our date yesterday. we went to jp, ate from the japanese stall at banquet, went to IMM, bought lots of food, and after that, went home. im so hungry now. the foodcourt's full as its lunch time. i dun feel like eating either. i just wanna save money so i can buy her the moon 1 day.hurhur...im so happy...lalalalal im so happy lalalal well i noe its crappy but what can i do....im in love...in love with siti fairuz binte mustar of course.hehehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113626661181426492?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113626661181426492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113626661181426492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113626661181426492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113626661181426492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/01/woohoo.html' title='woohoo~'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113621353707094711</id><published>2006-01-02T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:13:05.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, school's reopening.It's gonna be bored.Life will be back to normal.As in,wake up early in the morning,off to school,aft school,back home.Go off again for band prac or remedial or extra classes or watever.This and that,evening resting at home.Homework at night.Tv,internet and reading and off to dreamland.Ouh,shucks,did i miss out anything?Hahha..Of course i did, at night, goes for religious reading? haha.."Al Quran session,i mean" and not forgetting keep in touch wif my lovey dovey cutey pie little sweetums,zulhairi.=D Niwae, I;m glad,finally i;ve given him a present. It took me almost an hour to choose the right and suitable t-shirt just for him. Hhehe..Gonna miss him so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, cant u people recognize who's that red-haired blurry looking guy in the pic below? Stare hard, its me and ronald weasley..=ppPp Wonder when will he come down and visit Singapore Harry's Potter fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/1600/cool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/511/320/cool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright,i'm off. Its almost 11pm.Wanna read Harry Potter.. =D Niwae, dont tink i can sleep today, like those past years. The night before first day of school,i'll can nvr shut myself off to sleep.Thts how it goes on and on..I meant, of course u're excited for the first day of school though the fact is ..BORING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113621353707094711?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113621353707094711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113621353707094711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113621353707094711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113621353707094711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2006/01/goodnight.html' title='Goodnight'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113603928275242474</id><published>2005-12-31T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T22:49:33.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31stdec2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113603928275242474?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113603928275242474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113603928275242474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113603928275242474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113603928275242474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2005/12/31stdec2005.html' title='31stdec2005'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113600287334900686</id><published>2005-12-31T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T12:21:13.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>final day of the year 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This blog has been left untouched for more than a week. As far as i'm concerned, my life has been so busy lately. I realli meant it, &lt;strong&gt;BUSY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; By the way, i just came back from the nature's call.Its great to have shit coming out of ur anus, u see. Finally. Surprisingly, without taking any laxative pills, i could just easily &lt;em&gt;shit&lt;/em&gt;. Hur. Faeces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1)Busy missing him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2)Busy meeting him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3)Busy wrapping school books (SCHOOOLLL!!!!!! = [ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4)Busy reading books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;5)Not forgetting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;    Busy attending band practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;    Mind you, I had 4 band prac straight in a row for four days, &lt;strong&gt;27-30 dec&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;    And i'd like to highlight, each of the band prac eaten &lt;strong&gt;8hrs&lt;/strong&gt; of my daily life. [7.45am-5pm]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Today's date, 31 December 2005. Final day of the year 2005. Tomorrow, 1 January 2006. How fast time flies..Just felt like yesterday entering secondary school life, and today i'm already 16. Hur, i'm so funny.. This year meant a lot to me. &lt;strong&gt;Firstly,&lt;/strong&gt; i've successfully entered sec5 by getting sufficient points for my n levels, which means, taking O levels next yr..&lt;strong&gt;Secondly,&lt;/strong&gt; came in top 5 in sec4na level. hehe..im nt bragging ok,im just stating my 2005 resolutions that have been successful. &lt;strong&gt;Thirdly,&lt;/strong&gt; had a great year in 4n2, great frens, wonderful moments..Yeah, duh, what do you tink, 4 yrs of friendship, of course our friendships were forged.. Next yr class, most probably will be much much different from this yr..With no hooligans ard in class, our class will be like cemetry?&lt;em&gt; "wANt peace, go cemetry lah!"&lt;-- will never forget this phrase. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Last but not least,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;i'm officially belonged to Mr Zulhairi.. Hahhaa.. It's like a dream come true though.=pPpPp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Band practice, werent that bad. Its tiring, duh, cant u see its obvious? Standing under the hot sun for almost 6hrs.. Luckily we were given short break every now and then in between the practices..Our formations for SYF are almost done, or should i say, its done! Mr Ang said, only needed to brush up the steps, dressings and MUSIC! super yuckies.. By the way, i've yet memorised all those pieces. Hurhur.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;30 December 2005,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yesterday just my luck.. Mr Lam called my name, asking me to stand in the first row of the squad. What do you tink? I was trembling.. Hurhur.. He was right infront of me, then he asked the whole band to play "INDIANA JOHNES" ouw ouw, = ( I played a lot of wrong notes. One more thing, my dearly Section Leader, Clive..a.k.a Drum Major, punished trombone section. He instructed all the trombonists to do pumping right on the ground of the field itself. So we were like, "argh shit! kena drop here?!summore punished his own section? wat the toooooot!?!?!" We kept swearing him..Haha..God bless you, Clive. Luckily, we were wearing gloves, so, our hands were safe from any dirts on the field. Hur. And, i was wearing long pants, thats much more better. My knee wasnt affected wif any "dented or shaped"(like what Jia Yun said) by the sands, rock or watever on the ground.Tick tock tick tock, the time went by, very fast though, coz the key to know that the time flies, is, not to wear any watch or ask people whats the time is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;After dismissal,&lt;em&gt; p.s:trombone section were dismissed the very first one.&lt;/em&gt; So we, trombonists, rushed out of the band room and floated home.. Walked home with Susana and Jia Yun, while walking home, we kept gossiping out dearly "SL".. hahaha..Didnt know he has so much of black heart stories. Hur. When suddenly!!! Out of the blue... I saw a familiar look! Familiar shape! Familiar body! ZULHAIRI! hohoho.. He came out from donnoe where.. And there he was, holding 77th street plastic bag. &lt;strong&gt;I was surprised. I was shocked. I almost died. My heart was vibrating fast. My hands were shaking. Those hair behind my neck was standing. Goosebumps were errupting on my hands.*paiseh* &lt;/strong&gt;Slowly, i went for him. He smiled, i smiled. He passed me the 77th street plastic bag. I saw someting in it.. A PINK CAP! and a blue ADIDAS water bottle.. How nice it is!! &lt;em&gt;Thanks a lot for the presents.. &lt;/em&gt;Duh! Couldnt u see, its 30th december 2005, its our five months already. =) Love you loads Zulhairi.. Thanks for the surprised.. Realli love it.. I'm happy being with you, am always happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll end my entry here, got ta go. Need to attend someting.. =) Will blog again sometimes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113600287334900686?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113600287334900686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113600287334900686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113600287334900686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113600287334900686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2005/12/final-day-of-year-2005.html' title='final day of the year 2005'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113525465022106327</id><published>2005-12-22T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T22:48:32.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good evening. cool night. as in, cold, the temperature, not cool as in the...umm...nvm. im hungry. probably, i'll have my dinner in between this update. I've been eating a lot these days, while not gaining weight. seriously, thats lame. why oh why cant the fats stick to me? and make me chubbier, cuter, rounder? =( heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, today was the last day of my internship. after 3 months, i've finally left the company. 3 months really is really short you know. it feels like it was only yesterday that i stepped into the office without a single clue what i will be doing there. 3 months later, i can say im a pretty efficient worker. a fast worker. =D and also a fast eater. the joke goes around in class that my job for the internship is to breathe, and to finish up the food in the pantry before their expiry. hehe...i have one of the simplest jobs among my classmates, and im proud of it. it was by luck really. some went for the money, some went for the experience, as for me...i just went for it. nah, rubbish. of course i have a criteria too. i went for the one nearest to home. cos home is where my heart is. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;jebsen &amp; jessen communications (S) pte ltd.&lt;br /&gt;job scope: maintaining database etc...&lt;br /&gt;pay: $440&lt;br /&gt;fine and dandy with me. checked with &lt;a href="http://www.streetdirectory.com...great"&gt;www.streetdirectory.com...great&lt;/a&gt;!!!! its at corporation road! a place im very familiar with, since i used to kick balls at the court nearby. i have an aunt staying there too. problem: bus journey would be very long. the longer the journey, the more expensive the fare. haiz...what other choice do I have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so as the story goes there was actually a free shuttle bus in the mornings and evenings transporting the employees from corporation place to jurong east mrt. been taking that bus since the 3rd week of attachment. and enjoying every single moment of it. though the bus is well below the acceptable standard, making train noises, according to my lady, its still a good bus. at least, its air-conditioned! hehe...plus, ITS FREE! saves me alot alot alot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeks passed by, i got used to the environment, the people...well, lets talk about the people. throughout the internship i didnt make that many friends actually, but still, some of them are still worth mentioning about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms ivy leong: the first person from the company that i got to know. cos she's the hr representative in charge of me. bubbly character. greets people with a lively "HALO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms priscilia neo: my supervisor. nice lady. a very very nice lady. didnt ever scolded me. not even once!!! extremely nice. she's what you would put in the powerpuff girls' ingredients. you know, sugar, spice, and everything nice! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss pauline ho: the other person in the customer interactions centre room. also a nice lady, though a bit blur at times? heh. can be hysterical too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss jolin tan: the chatterbox. although the same age as me, she's working full time. a very popular character in the office. nvr quiet. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms salbiah: the kakak who kindly arranged for my transportation. very friendly and sisterly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms suraya: the kakak who asked me whether i was going home. haha. funny la she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr henry tan: my supervisor (priscilia) 's manager. the one who holds the most authority on me. friendly man, former SAF regular. gave me a farewell gift. plus points for him. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr bobbin aw: the administrator. happy-go-lucky guy, very friendly and helped to motivate me in times of doom and gloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr eric lee: the other administrator. may be blur and goofy at times. looks lonely, just like me.hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms bernice ___: sorry didnt get the surname.hehe.one of the higher ranked employee at the company. um, friendly too. taught me how to use the coffee powder dispenser. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think thats about it. the people close to me at the company. sorry to those who i did not mention, whether on purpose or not. heh.=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so where was i? this entry's too messy dont you think so? hmm...so today was my last day. nvr had any real job to do since last week. thought today was going to be the same, but i was wrong. more or less though. in the morning pauline came to me with some papers, needed to create preventive maintenance works for the new purchases. completed the job pretty quickly, only to realise i made some errors to them. corrected the errors, and spotted more mistakes.hehe...rustiness as a result of slacking for too long. after that slacked some more till afternoon, went for lunch. ate lunch alone as usual, in some secluded corner of the canteen. went back to the room, didnt went to the pantry this time. sat down awhile before going to the hr department to settle some stuffs with ivy. had to sign a form and return some stuff. but i only returned them in the late afternoon before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back to my room, and the 2 ladies, pris and jolin were kinda...um...restless? sat down and did my own stuff, surfing the net and chatting with my lovely girlfriend, and suddenly priscilia came to me with some wrapped up stuff and shook my hand. um she said...all the best? ya that was it...all the best...den we talked about some stuff, like what i've been doing so far. oh yes, she said aft i leave then she'll have to find time to do all the stuff that i've been helping her do so far. like creating invoices and calling up the customers to do following up.yep. all the little2 stuff. see, im such an important person. i bring a lot of help to the company. im so productive. im proud of myself. arent you proud of me sayang? =p hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thanked them...oh ya before that, got to talk to henry too. he called me to his desk. and we chatted. asked me some feedback about the company...and found out i was the first intern they had in CIC! :D so proud you know. i was like, some kind of pioneer or something. hmm...before i left he gave me a package. turned out to be a clock + penholder. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more time passed by and more people came to wish me goodbye. when the time came for me to go, i felt kinda sad...honest.i've been there for 3 months already, and now, im leaving. perhaps life will be different for them too. my place will be emptied. and no one will be there to do the filing, faxing and stuff. life will be back to normal for them, just like before i arrived. planning to drop by the place tomorrow, pass some stuff to my supervisor. chocolates maybe. will be missing the place, and some of the people. goodbye, jjc. may i join you again someday. as a manager hopefully? hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;not forgetting siti fairuz, I love you. always. hope to see you soon baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113525465022106327?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113525465022106327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113525465022106327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113525465022106327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113525465022106327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2005/12/good-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113523373352302017</id><published>2005-12-22T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T21:36:17.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gerls day out</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;To whom may it concerns;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Good Afternoon..The rain has just stopped..It's still cloudy and the sky seems to be dark!Oww..Who cares, i just came back from school.Guess what? I just bought my sec5 schoolbooks!:D p.S: To those sec5ians next yr, you can buy ur sch books alrdy!!!Ouh gawd! I'm so excited.. Hur..Shucks, my head..hurts! Walked under the rain just now..cooooooling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Alright,lets make today entry short yet meaningful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday; 21 december 2005..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Went to meet my so called "net frens".. now no more net! We're already FRIENDS. =) Was so excited to meet them though.. Coz, we've been chatting with each other for *let me see* around.. sec1, sec2, sec3, sec4!!!hahaha..4 yrs!! So yerp, got myself ready and off to meet them. For once, everybody, i was early.. waited and waited.. took my hp out, just about to dial Irrah's hp no. when suddenly!!! "WHoiiii!!!!" Irrahh!!! and Wawa..(Wahidah,thts her cute name lah..hur!) Irrah gave me a doublecheeseburger..Orite, thanks for the treat after being conned by her!*PUNK'D! *So embarrassing*Took the Mrt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;In the MRT..we chatted..Must admit tht, i was quite shy wif her..Like, nothing to talk..First tym meeting!So what do u expect?Haha..Talked and Talked,I kept complaining that the train was slow..Right then,infront of us, theres a couple..Lovely couple.. A pair of Banglas..Very the romantic, intimate..You noe, like people in love..Kept looking at each other's eyes..Touched here, touched there..Awww..Mind you, both of them were males.. =] We couldnt stop laughing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tooot tooot tooot..Nuruk called me..But i ignored her.. Hahaha.. Alighted at Bugis Mrt Station.. Waited for Nuruk tis tym.. Slow lah she! Then Irrah's fren said tht it was raining heavily.. Without wasting time, wawa bought an umbrella which costs her $4.90. Quite cheap lah. But i didnt bother buying any brolly! Bought a Mars Choco bar instead. When later, suddenly!! NURUK came!! She was so so so so happy! Waved hello to her.. Then off we go.. to NAFA theatre eh? watever place it is. So far away. And shucks, it was slippery and i was wearing slippers. mind you, the rain has just stopped. Lolx. So, deserves it those who bought brolly..aww, waste money! =D Reached our destination..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Irrah took the free tix..Introduced one of her frens to us, Whats her name again? Argh..Is it Joyce? Janet? Jolin?=p Smth like J JjJjj..I've forgotten..Went around the theatre..*i jumped ard, rolled down the stairs, ran up and down the stage and... screamed ard!* as it was almost empty..Hahhaa..Not much people were there..So saddening..But afterall, the show wasnt that bad. It was er.. "Italian Comedy" Realli comedy.. Kept laughing.. Giggling.. Stomach kept groaning too.. Hungry! Heheh..Btw, Irrah laughed her lungs out until the whole theatre was filled by her laughter and Kin irritating nose sound,*flu*.. Opps. After ard 80mins, the show ended.. Its time to go home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Argh..How fast the time past.Irrah and Wawa went home earlier..Nuruk and me kept persuading them to stay for awhile more.. Coz we oni meet once in a blue moon.. But she refused politely..hahaha..Went to eat Long John with Nuruk and Kin, of cos..Chit chatted wif Nuruk for donnoe how long..We're like long lost fren.. Haha.. Okok, then ard 10.40pm,left Bugis place..Took the train and bade goodbye to Nuruk..On the whole, realli enjoyed myself. Didnt expect it. I felt like a dream meeting them.. Just like 21st july 2005.=) Dream comes true sometimes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Slowly walked home wif Kin, lucky thing she tagged along..Or else, i'll be left alone in the middle of the young dangerous night.. Hoho..Filled with darkness,*banglas*.. Ouh yah! When i was tapping the ez-link, suddenly i heard a male voice saying "hi cik siti." ouh, i hate tht name btw. My heart pounded fast. Slowly i turned behind..Argh..it was mr Fazlin's voice..Smiled to him and walked away..Didnt expect him to know my name.. Hahaha..=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo..I'm off..i'm tired..4 more days to band day camp..haiyoohh..still havent memorise my scores yet.I'm doomed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P.s:Its been a long time since i last meet &lt;strong&gt;Mr Hairi&lt;/strong&gt;..Wonder how he is.. Have he put on weights? Hope to see him soon.. Cos, i gt the feeling of missing someone.. Missing him! Duh..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113523373352302017?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113523373352302017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113523373352302017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113523373352302017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113523373352302017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2005/12/gerls-day-out.html' title='Gerls day out'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113504264605187576</id><published>2005-12-20T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T14:05:37.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 dec 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;good morning everyone!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mr yanny&lt;/span&gt; here!!! at work!!! doing my favourite task of all time, FILING!!! HEHEHE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well its 20th dec, and as you all know by now, yesterday was the 19th (DUH~) and the nlevel results were released yesterday. Darl passed with flying colours. Really. but first, lets go back to 17th dec 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;17th dec 2005, saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...we met up today, to get her new phone. met up at the jurong spring cc...was it? but there is definitely "Spring" in the name. her cousin and mum opened a booth at the "fair" at the cc, selling women's wear. arrived not long before the fair ended. as soon as i arrived, it rained heavily! it poured! the sky spilled water! hehe... got caught in the rain, though i didnt get too wet. so we waited awhile, and gosh, was it lively...the atmosphere i mean...the stall holders were...oh faeces i forgot whats that word...ok, who cares, the stall holders were lelonging their stuffs since closing time was nearing. a baju kurung set only costs $5?heh. cheap, very cheap. unbelievably cheap. extremely cheap. you get the idea=p. so after the rained slowed down to a drizzle, we left, and surveyed the second hand handphones at shops around jurong west. then we headed to jurong east central, where there were more shops. but first, had our lunch at kfc. i bought 2 sets of 2-piece chicken meal, but in the end, i had to eat 3 pieces of chicken .haha...ok stop it. well, let me share with you guys something...the last week, i ate fast food for every single day of the week!!! 6 days kfc and 1 day mcdonald's. hehe...from monday to saturday straight, i ate kfc everyday. and on sunday, my parents bought mcdonald's. frankly, to think about it, i think its just a waste of money. =( because you see, 5.95 x 6 = 35.7, and that is a lot. to me, its such a huge enormous humongous large sum of money which could be put to other use, such as buying new socks for instance, which i need badly at the moment. hehe... ok, so after having our meals, surveyed more phones, and we came across this shop which offered us a pretty good deal, or so we thought. they offered to give $90 for her slightly faulty t610 and the 3200 was at 150, while the 7250 was at 180. tested both phones, and the 3200 had this faulty menu button, which required to be pressed hard before it can function. the 7250 however, was ok. so she chose the purple 7250. so happily, we went home. her home i mean. went to the pasar malam to buy coconuts, and sat at the void deck with the intention of transferring photos and sounds from my hp to hers. activated the infra...waited...initiated the transfer...tick tock tick tock...sending failed? oh dear, initially i thought the 7250's infra was faulty, so i decided to drop by the shop on my way home to clarify abt the infra. went home, took the train, alighted, went to the shop...and surprise!!! 7250 wasnt able to transfer pics and sounds through infra. oh shit. whats the purpose of buying a new phone which isnt able to infra the pics and sounds? okay, so i went home thinking about the mess that we had got ourselves into. at least her old t610 was able to infra pics and sounds!!! sms-ed her to inform of the 7250's limitations. she was...um...upset to say the least. so i told her, i'd go back and change the phone to 3200 if she wanted me to, and she agreed. rushed back to the store, and luckily for us, we were able to change the phone, though we were not able to refund the extra amount that we had paid for the 7250. haiz, nvm, as long as its able to transfer through infra. =/ hmmm..so now im waiting for my pay so i could send the phone over to nokia for it to be repaired.can right? hopefully. hmm so guys, if you're thinking of buying second hand handphones, do not do not do not do not ever go to BLAZING JURONG EAST PTE LTD at blk 135 jurong east st 13. firstly, they sell faulty phones, and secondly, even if the phone isnt faulty, it isnt formatted!!!as in, the phones still contain the previous owner's numbers, pictures, ringtones and such, which really is a chore if you want your phone to be as good as new. sucks. i had to slowly slowly delete all the numbers one by one. and the pics too. not to mention some of the ringtones. argh. simply hate that fat bastard who sold us the phone. he didnt mention anything about the phone being faulty or such! he just said the button was new and needs some time for it to get seasoned. his head lah. &gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;18th dec 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the afternoon at her place. reached there around 230pm, bought mint ice creams too. simply love it. had spaghetti for lunch. yum. and, i did ate quickly.very quickly. she was surprised, i bet she was. hehe...seriously, my appetite has grown!!! kfc, macdonald's, not to mention my regular diet of ice creams in whatsoever flavours. hmm...nice. her parents and brother werent home, and there were only 4 of us in the house. shikin, her granny, and of course, me and her. watched corpse bride while eating lunch, and well, it was quite a show. kinda interesting although the setting seem a bit creepy. typical tim burton movie. remember charlie and the chocolate factory? the oompa loompa just looked freaky. dont ask why. hmm..so as we were watching the movie, her parents came back. and my poor darling got a mini-scolding from her mum for buying a 3200 which costs more than her 3200, which she wanted to sell at $100. okay, but then again, her mum's 3200 was kinda...in the final stages of its life?well, at least the bulbs are. they've turned into yellowish lights. which is bad for your eyes of course. so night came, and she wanted to go to the pasar malam to buy coconuts and food for her family. burgers and such. when we were about to go home, some silly misunderstanding occured and she went home with only a simple "bye". was about to reach the mrt station when she called, asking me where i was. told her i just crossed the road, and our conversation ended. hmm...so i reached home, ate the big mac, fries and large mashed potatoes, and watched the hindi movie on show at central. hehe...sms-ed her, and we made up. both of us were at fault actually, though i think i should be shouldering more of the blame. ;) happy ending to a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;19th december 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up, emptied my bowels, bathed, and went to work as usual. usual stuff. but today was a bit different though. her nlvl results will be released today!!! heh. i was so so so anxious. excited. i was so sure that she'd pass. cos i'd seen her study, and i assure you, the effort she puts in her revision is tremendous. i prayed every single day for her to pass. hmm...had lunch at the foodcourt upstairs since i was running out of money, due to the kfc craze last week. msged her awhile, wished her good luck and she left for school. went to the pantry. made tea. ate biscuits. and went back to my room. waited waited waited. suddenly...tititititititit...tititititititit...that's the sound of my msg tone btw, the special tone.haha...opened msg...she said she failed...and english sucked...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! I PANICKED!!! i jumped up and down on my chair and banged my head on the wall just like dobby...how could she failed???? i just couldnt accept the fact that she failed... a few messages later...she asked whether my leg was moving...cos...SHE WAS PULLING MY LEG!!! i smiled widely...so wide that the whole room was occupied by my mouth alone. i was so happy for her. really. finally her hard work paid off. my mind flew to the moments before her n lvls...when she studied...when she got the prelim results...the times when i was brushing up her english, making her write compos and do lots of comprehensions...grammar exercises...heh. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...did my own thing til work hours ended. surfed the net here and there. at chocolates. smsed her at 530...apparently she was just sitting down doing nothing waiting for me to end work and sms her...suddenly in the bus, she said she couldnt take it any longer, and told me she was on her way to j.e to meet me. hehehe...i was so so surprised i smiled to myself in the bus. hehe...i smiled and smiled while wishing the driver would just ram through any cars blocking the way. finally, i reached j.e interchange, and saw her coming out of popular.AAAAAAH!!! Immediately, i smiled at her. she smiled back. hehe...walked over to imm, where she bought a pillow and chicken for her dad. the mosquito also asked her to buy spray paint for his bike. and i bought tshirts from baleno. hmm...took the free bus back to boon lay. had pleasant moments in the bus. =) reached boon lay, chit chatted awhile and she went home. was so happy. always happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Really, im just so happy to see her pass her exams...she really worked hard for it and she deserved the results she got. im so proud of her. honest. i love you so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love you yesterday, today, and tomorrow of everyday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113504264605187576?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113504264605187576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113504264605187576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113504264605187576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113504264605187576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2005/12/20-dec-2005.html' title='20 dec 2005'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113500298512314833</id><published>2005-12-19T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T22:57:09.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Siti Fairuz Says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hello everybody..Its a beautiful Monday's night.Cooling and dark..Duh! Its alrdy 9.59pm..So yeap!!What's today date?Excuse me, its 19 December...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"N level results will be released on 19 Dec 2005, 2pm onwards.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hehehe..I've received my N level result slip. For once, I'm over the moon. It's doing fine. Its very fine.. It's very lovely.. Beautiful.. Handsome.. Unexpected.. =/ But hu cares, Like what my bro said " oie, no big deal lah.. N level only.." He's utterly true though..=D Firstly, i would like to thank my Lovely&lt;/strong&gt; Mr Yanny&lt;strong&gt;, or to be more exact, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Zulhairi Bin Jaffar&lt;/span&gt; for guiding me all along during my N Level moments. Hehehe.. Hopefully, his NS will starts only on December 2006. Realli hope he will be by my side when i'm taking my o level.. =) Once again, Thanks for brushing up my English..Hhehe..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm happy too that my friends made to Sec 5.. But shucks, its realli unbelievable tht Sari really wants to give up her O Level chance.. Urghh.. Up to individual.. Theres no way to persuade her though.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jurong West Secondary School, here i come again, for the very final year, 2006. Yun qing..I'll see you again next yr.. Hehehe..Looking forward to see her tomorrow. She cant wait to see the Year Book 2005. Funny man.. Must see. hahaha..=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Last night..the whole night was sucks. Due to some stupid misunderstanding between me and him, yerp..In addition tht freaking N level results bothering my mind too..So, duuh! I couldnt realli sleep tht night.. Kept tossing.. Kept tinking.. Kept sobbing and .. suddenly, the sun rose..=D Ouchs, its already 8am.. Wooo..Kept counting every hours, minutes, seconds.. forced myself to sleep. Finally, ard 8 i fell asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;*Sneeze!Arghhchooo!* Ouh shucks.. kin was so irritating.. I was awake by the noise she made.. Its already 11.30.. Honestly, theres no sign of anxiousness nor excitedness about my N level results. Got myself ready off to school.. Met my long lost frens..Hahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;2pm assembled at the school hall. Bala gave a short rather meaningful speech. He said, the Normal Acad students did well..bla bla bla blaa...*Fast forward* Its, my turn to take the result slip. My insides was shaking.. My heart was vibrating fast.. My hands were trembling.. And then.. And then.. And thenn... Slowly Ms Toh said.. "U're promoted to Sec 5, congrats! and.. Fairuz.. u gt grade 2 for ur combine sci!!!" Hehehe..=/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;By the way, I gt grade 2 for my maths..and bloody shit, faeces. Mr Yip shook my hand.. Congratulated me for the grade 2.. I knew it.. he looked down on me all this while.. God proves him wrong!! Hahahahhaa..Shirley!! My hand kena poison liao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tooot.. Was smiling from ear to ear.. Sms-ed him.. Saying tht i failed. Haha.. Unfortunately.. he believes. awww.. saddening!!! I was just pulling his legs..Mum was happy to wif my results. *fAst Forward* i managed making a huge surprise today.. Finally, =D I surprised him.. hehehe.. Hopefully, he loves it.. &lt;em&gt;Cant wait to see you again. Swensen's uhh? here we come.. King kong.. Godzilla.. Here we come toooo..hur..*crap*Thanks for wasting your precious time just now, nice pillow..=D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;psst.. i bought a new pillow today to reward myself for being hardworking all this while.. hahaha.. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;On the whole, im happy.. I'm simply happy, elated, euphoric.. for everything that has just happened.. =) I'm tired, gonna end my entry here. Lost for words. My head is so heavy.. Its been a long time since i last had a good delicious sleep. Busy worrying abt my results every night. hur. Good Night. And Good Bye. Time realli flies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914216-113500298512314833?l=ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/feeds/113500298512314833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914216&amp;postID=113500298512314833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113500298512314833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914216/posts/default/113500298512314833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct_fairuz89.blogspot.com/2005/12/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>s|t|`f4|rUz-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914216.post-113462990356469202</id><published>2005-12-15T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T14:58:23.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Finally, =D im back..i mean, I'm really back..Laptop is back.Back from heaven.Thank God. Using pc is simply sucks.Can you imagine using a pc which age..hm..let me see..ard 10 yrs?Haha..And it has not been upgraded ever since.=D What do you think? Tht pc is terribly laggy. Sometimes out of blue, it shut down itself.Wanna noe why? Becoz my foot accidentally pressed the sleep button..Hahaha..Ok, stop my crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D Well, &lt;strong&gt;somebody&lt;/strong&gt; has just updated this blog yesterday. Reason: Didnt want to disappoint me.. Awww..Thats so touching..=/ So..No doubt its different from his usual entries.. Like no heart pouring words..Because..He's at work place..&lt;em&gt;Afraid that Jolin would see what you typing eh?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Aww..he's so sentimental.."&lt;/em&gt; Ok stop my crap here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Let me see, thursday, friday, saturday, sunday and &lt;strong&gt;Lovely MONDAY &lt;/strong&gt;! Left wif 4 days to my N level Result. Have been so worried abt it. Sleepless night everyday.. Dreamless night everyday.. Waiting and waiting and just waiting for my N Level result. Wonder how it's gonna be. Good? Bad? To me, having 10 points is enuff. More than enuff. I've never hoped for anything else below 10 points or even &lt;strong&gt;ABOVE&lt;/strong&gt; 10 points! Get wat i mean? Duh! &lt;strong&gt;Above 10 points means, hell wif me! No dream for O level by right! Hur..Or..ITE here i come!!No, wait, Can go back JWSS, RETAIN! Ouh, Shucks!That thought just sucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have been rotting at home doing nothing for the past few weeks. Except for the weekends though.. Anyway, rotting at home seems to be fun too.. Doing nothing.. Waste time day dreaming.. Eat and Eat and Eat. =D .. Internet and Internet and Internet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so bored, i'll just type out what happened for the past few weeks which i had loads of fun eh? Eh? Eh.. eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the very very very last friday..let me check the date.. Er.. I think&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 dec&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Actualli people, Although i'm kinda forgetful nowadays, but.. i dont mixed up things.. He-who-must-not-be-named, he gt mixed up here. Pssstt..actualli he's forgetful too.. Coz, i remember clearly, very clearly, i can still recall every single thing that happened on that day, the images on that day can be seen in my mind,NOW!. =/ Holy crap fairuz. It's a cloudy friday. He came to my house after his school hours. I was reluctant to let him come but he insisted&lt;em&gt;(thanks mr hairi,love you loads..and loads more..dun worry, dun tink jolin will read tht!:P).&lt;/em&gt; He said he wanted to accompany me register my SIM card(Starhub prepaid. :( im budget ok.)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coz, we just met the day before, which was on Thursday, 1 dec, i passed something to him.. Something which is too big.. Too long.. Yerp, mum said i can only meet him once in a week. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Back to Friday, he came my house, and off we go registered my SIM card. It was on FRIDAY! yerps. NOT SUNDAY..=) Walked happily headed to Jurong Point, reached one point when suddenly he asked something important.. "Where's your hp? I mean, wheres ur SIM card?" I said, "its wif me, dun worry".. Suddenly, i felt so empty, my pocket was terribly empty.. I did not bring my wallet nor my HANDPHONE!!!! HHAHA!! So, whats the point going JP den? Our main idea was to reg SIM Card.. Stupid me.. Forgetful me.. Rushed back home.. Took my hp and wallet.. Strode back to JP.. Tiring..=/ And the stories went bla bla bla.. just like what he just updated ytd on Sunday.. get wat i mean? No? then.. nvm.. my english sucks.. =..(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 december 2005; Went out wif Kin and Izzah.. Gerls day out.. Its been a long time since we last went out together.. yerps..  Last minute planned. It worked! Took loads of pictures on that very day, argh!! So sad, its gone.. due to reformation of laptop. SHits. Faeces. &lt;/strong&gt;Went out ard 3pm..Headed to Bugis Village. Once u're in the bugis area, u cant resist urself from nt going Bugis Village.. Walked there awhile.. It was soooo stuffy. Loads of people although it was, WEEKDAY! To make things easier, Iza, kin and me, we held each other hands.. and off we pushed through our way out.. Haha..Kinda fun!=D Kin settled mum b'dae present. She bought an attractive bracelet for her. Haha.. Its my turn hunt for mum's present. Tried my luck, we entered Bugis Junction Parco. Went into SEIYU.. &lt;strong&gt;ITS HAVING A GREAT SALE!! YOU SHUD GO!! YUN QING!! IF U'RE READING TIS... I'D LIKE TO SHARE WIF YOU..SEIYU: SALE!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;Lol, lame. Of cos its sale, Christmas sale lah dey, use ur brain, Siti Fairuz.. =D Walked round and round SEIYU.. Looked for bags. Changed my mind, Looked for make up stuffs. Suddenly, the sparkling of white gold at the corner caught my eyes! Woooooo.. I ran towards that place.. I jumped up and down.. Rolled on the floor.. licked the floor and settled down wif a white gold necklace heart shape after almost an hour...haha.. i kept changing my mind.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me:"Eh, that one nice eh..ok i'll take this" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kin:"Perfect! Nice one"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..Later..&lt;/em&gt; After so long..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me:"Eh, Iza, tis one oso not bad eh..Excuse me, I tink i want this one.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Iza:"Eh yah, Yan, i tink this one nicer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ten minute after that,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: "Whoah!Kin, Iza, looked, tis one better ! Sorry Miss, I tink i'll take tis one" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Salesgirl: "You sure? I'll take a box for u..Hold on"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still looking at other necklace..And then!!!IMPRESSIVE!! a nicer one smiling at me..Oh God!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me:"Eh, this one! Nice!!! Gt 2 heart summore.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kin:"Kak, This one better lah..Go get  it changed.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Iza:"Thts y..Nicer!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Salesgirl smiling..:"Its ok if you want tht one, i'll changed for u ok..Anyway, if nice.. i tink buy all better.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;SHUCKS..tht hurts.. hahaha.. hu cares.. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 
