<?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-5370328308841382226</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:22:57.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-224306275562467976</id><published>2010-02-14T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:33:29.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just like how you get bored doing the same thing again and again, i find blogger boring and i'm off to tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://likeitloveit.tumblr.com/"&gt;likeitloveit.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-224306275562467976?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/224306275562467976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-like-how-you-get-bored-doing-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/224306275562467976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/224306275562467976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-like-how-you-get-bored-doing-same.html' title=''/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-2961624599367248164</id><published>2010-02-13T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T13:26:03.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days 2 nights without my ayang ):</title><content type='html'>Back at BP area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work yesterday, went to town with mummy. Shopping. Will be going to big sis's place today. Steamboat and Korean barbeque. Yay. Not for the food but because i get to see my maternal family. I'm always at Tampines and my whole maternal family lives in the west so i only have my weekends to see them. And, i've lost weight. More yay. But i wanna lose three more kilos. I've seriously stopped my habit of eating supper. Been supper-free for four months. I don't even want to eat much later at big sis's place. Anyway, it can't be all yays right? I miss my girlfriends, guyfriends. Tsk. I miss my little babies. Tsk. I can't believe how attached i am to them. My handphone is flooded with their 300 plus pictures and videos. I can't imagine my last day there. Sigh. I really miss Farhan. Tsk. Those little babies make me go crazy but because of them, i love my job. And i miss Nasrulhaq. Tsk. He's camping with his cousins at i-don't-know-where. He told me a few times where but of course, i forgot what he said. And his handphone battery died on him this morning when i was still sleeping. Wahlao. I'll be damn bored la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go shopping again. Anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ayang, get for me that Fossil wallet. Please, pretty pleeeeeaaaassseeee? Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-2961624599367248164?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/2961624599367248164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/02/3-days-2-nights-without-my-ayang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/2961624599367248164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/2961624599367248164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/02/3-days-2-nights-without-my-ayang.html' title='3 days 2 nights without my ayang ):'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-974726327328356820</id><published>2010-02-09T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:53:05.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so tired.</title><content type='html'>Hands down, today's the most tiring day at work. Both physically and mentally tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically just wanna say a big thank you to Nasrulhaq for tolerating me today. I was super pms-ish today with my moodswings and all. All i did was whine, whine and whine even more to him. Geesh, i feel really annoyed with myself. Though Nasrulhaq is fast asleep right now and i'm one bored girl, i feel better because at least i know i'm not bothering him with my countless "Ayang... Ayang.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body's aching terribly. Headache. Losing my voice. AGAIN. Kids not listening. So &lt;em&gt;degil&lt;/em&gt;. *Slams head* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLY PUT, I AM SO FUCKING TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And girlfriends congratulated me today. (Hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, Sorry for being such a nuisance today ayang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-974726327328356820?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/974726327328356820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-so-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/974726327328356820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/974726327328356820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-so-tired.html' title='I am so tired.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-2279561816017682977</id><published>2010-02-07T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:25:04.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait for 9th April 2010!&lt;br /&gt;2 months and 2 days more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i love Nasrulhaq ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-2279561816017682977?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/2279561816017682977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-wait-for-9th-april-2010-2-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/2279561816017682977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/2279561816017682977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-wait-for-9th-april-2010-2-months.html' title=''/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-9010797976886976445</id><published>2010-02-05T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:16:11.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher! Why your voice like that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S2w0WCuCRjI/AAAAAAAABMQ/spNi3aO4pRk/s1600-h/AS0871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S2w0WCuCRjI/AAAAAAAABMQ/spNi3aO4pRk/s400/AS0871.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434776403621070386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm back at Bukit Panjang. And met up with two of my darling girlfriends, Atikah and Jannah. Absolute fun. I never realised how much i missed them till i finally get to hug them. Haiya. And my voice. I sound so funny, even my students kept imitating me and laughing at me because of my voice. Darn sore throat. Geesh, i laughed so much today. Am a really happy girl today. Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ayang.. Give me a kiss baby! (Inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I swear i'm such a crazy girlfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-9010797976886976445?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/9010797976886976445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/02/teacher-why-your-voice-like-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/9010797976886976445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/9010797976886976445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/02/teacher-why-your-voice-like-that.html' title='Teacher! Why your voice like that!'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S2w0WCuCRjI/AAAAAAAABMQ/spNi3aO4pRk/s72-c/AS0871.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-4289574233964922513</id><published>2010-02-04T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:56:05.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another usual day at work.</title><content type='html'>Me: Okay class, we're gonna do subtraction now. What is subtraction?&lt;br /&gt;Students: *blur looks on every of them*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, what is addition then?&lt;br /&gt;Student (boy): *confidently* Addition is plus and minus!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *explaining to them the difference between addition and subtraction*&lt;br /&gt;Student (girl): Teacher! Your saliva hit my eye!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *laughing like mad while the other students stare at their crazy teacher*&lt;br /&gt;Student (girl): *wiping the skin under the eye*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who ask you to sit so close to me? You're the only one who is sitting so close to me and the whiteboard you know.&lt;br /&gt;Student (girl): *smiles and sits right at that same spot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student (girl): Teacher! Your saliva!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *laughing like crazy* I told you not to sit so close to me right!&lt;br /&gt;Student (girl): *wipes her face and still sits right at that same spot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be my last day teaching them. Bought them stickers. And erasers. Because they keep fighting over erasers during diary writing! My K2 class seriously make me laugh and smile. But yes, mad too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-4289574233964922513?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/4289574233964922513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-another-usual-day-at-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4289574233964922513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4289574233964922513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-another-usual-day-at-work.html' title='Just another usual day at work.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-2004731450035574100</id><published>2010-02-02T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T23:31:54.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because i want nobody nobody nobody but you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;To have gone through so much bullshit in the past.&lt;br /&gt;To have gotten myself into useless and fucked up relationships before.&lt;br /&gt;If i was meant to go through all that to be where i am right now with Nasrulhaq, i'll gladly accept it.&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to feel this complete and happy?&lt;br /&gt;Before you came along, i was a wreck.&lt;br /&gt;But now, every morning i wake up with a smile on my face seeing a text message from you.&lt;br /&gt;After a day's work when i feel cranky and tired, you make me feel all better and remind me how much you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling like some idiot whenever you call me "Ayang!", laughing happily when we're having our morning phone conversations, wishing i could wake up with you next to me and getting mad at you occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;I'd never trade all this for anything.&lt;br /&gt;I'd never trade you even for Steven Gerrard, MC Mong, Jensen Ackles and Sean Faris. (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I know you did too.&lt;br /&gt;Another amazing night with you ;)&lt;br /&gt;And ayang, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;*kissing your forehead*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-2004731450035574100?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/2004731450035574100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/02/because-i-want-nobody-nobody-nobody-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/2004731450035574100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/2004731450035574100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/02/because-i-want-nobody-nobody-nobody-but.html' title='Because i want nobody nobody nobody but you.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-8984820404489427305</id><published>2010-02-01T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:24:58.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A jerk will always be a jerk.</title><content type='html'>Even if you're the last guy on earth, i'll never set my eyes on you.&lt;br /&gt;Mark my words.&lt;br /&gt;Never once regretted leaving you.&lt;br /&gt;Not once.&lt;br /&gt;Should have listened when everyone was telling me what a jerk you are.&lt;br /&gt;And to think that i forgave you countless of times, thinking you'll change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;And you think i want to take you back?&lt;br /&gt;Hah!&lt;br /&gt;You're in complete denial.&lt;br /&gt;Don't freaking call me baby.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, don't make me kick your balls and hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;It's time for you to wake up and realise that you're nothing but a complete loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geesh. Am i glad i have Nasrulhaq by my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-8984820404489427305?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/8984820404489427305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/02/jerk-will-always-be-jerk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/8984820404489427305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/8984820404489427305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/02/jerk-will-always-be-jerk.html' title='A jerk will always be a jerk.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-6528842183755794336</id><published>2010-01-31T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:24:55.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Ayang.&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United wins, i'll be on top.&lt;br /&gt;Arsenal wins, don't grumble and be all moody.&lt;br /&gt;You still have to be on top.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight.&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;I like you.&lt;br /&gt;I adore you.&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-6528842183755794336?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/6528842183755794336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/midnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/6528842183755794336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/6528842183755794336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/midnight.html' title='Midnight.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-3731476793661100421</id><published>2010-01-30T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T23:33:51.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so sleepy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S2RQnv5k7JI/AAAAAAAABL4/vMd7-Epamjw/s1600-h/18743_267146933262_738188262_3363903_4311365_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S2RQnv5k7JI/AAAAAAAABL4/vMd7-Epamjw/s400/18743_267146933262_738188262_3363903_4311365_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432555694318742674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both my sisters are showing off their rings. And me? No ring. Of course. Eleven more years ah then can. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a great day. Really happy to spend the whole day with my maternal side. And of course, texting the boy makes me happy as well. I've got nothing much to say actually. Hmmm. Mummy and i saw this pervert while we were at the bank in the morning. Swear he's a pervert. I'll be making honey cornflakes tomorrow morning. And i already miss the little kiddos. Especially Ruwayfi. And i wanna go shopping. Mad shopping. Oh, my hair colour is getting brighter. *raising my eyebrows*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-3731476793661100421?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/3731476793661100421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-so-sleepy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/3731476793661100421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/3731476793661100421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-so-sleepy.html' title='I am so sleepy.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S2RQnv5k7JI/AAAAAAAABL4/vMd7-Epamjw/s72-c/18743_267146933262_738188262_3363903_4311365_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-4850238925169773524</id><published>2010-01-29T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T23:19:49.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S2LqRt-YNqI/AAAAAAAABLw/OCmvrE28Xpw/s1600-h/17155_1319964080048_1259177674_921146_143276_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432161690682144418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S2LqRt-YNqI/AAAAAAAABLw/OCmvrE28Xpw/s400/17155_1319964080048_1259177674_921146_143276_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOME SWEET HOME! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't so sweet on the way back home though. I vomited in the car four times and i didn't bother to count the number of times i vomited when i got back home. I felt like the merlion, vomiting everything i ate today. It hurt like hell lah. The moment i saw my room, i smiled. I wanted to just plop myself on my bed but i didn't. My cats have been sleeping on my bed ever since i'm gone and i don't want fur all over my clothes. So i changed the bedsheet my mother had put aside for me. I don't know whether she did it on purpose but it's a bedsheet which has these three words "HOME SWEET HOME" all over it. I miss my cats so much. I hugged my fat boy and my pretty girl when i saw them. I have to wake up early tomorrow. I need to go to the bank and this time round, i really need to go to the bank. There goes my Saturday morning. But i'm still happy because i'll be going to my maternal aunt's place. And i loveee my maternal side, we're one really really really close family. Oh! I think my eyelashes grew longer. Really. Everyone knows i have short eyelashes, of course, chinese eyes. But i swear my eyelashes grew longer. Can't be any happier. Kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whispers*&lt;br /&gt;PS, I love you Nasrulhaq.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-4850238925169773524?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/4850238925169773524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/home-sweet-home-aint-so-sweet-on-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4850238925169773524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4850238925169773524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/home-sweet-home-aint-so-sweet-on-way.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S2LqRt-YNqI/AAAAAAAABLw/OCmvrE28Xpw/s72-c/17155_1319964080048_1259177674_921146_143276_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-4867132660700725712</id><published>2010-01-27T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:33:30.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You, you, you.</title><content type='html'>I'm happy because i'm having a good hair day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm cranky because i've not eaten.&lt;br /&gt;I'm smiling because i talked on the phone with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;I'm moody because i miss Nasrulhaq.&lt;br /&gt;I'm elated because i have thirty minutes or so and Nasrulhaq would be done with his tuition.&lt;br /&gt;I'm depressed because i've got my allergic reaction again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused because i don't know what i ate to get my allergic reaction.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored because i'm all alone right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm home sick and i miss my girlfriends very much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful because MJ has been a great company today, thanks dude!&lt;br /&gt;I'm over the moon because i love love love Nasrulhaq and he makes me insanely happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what i feel now. A roller coaster of mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, get well soon ayang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-4867132660700725712?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/4867132660700725712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-you-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4867132660700725712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4867132660700725712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-you-you.html' title='You, you, you.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-4827924690208134767</id><published>2010-01-26T23:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:30:23.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep, sleep and more sleep!</title><content type='html'>Straight after work today, i took a shower and fell asleep. Sorry love. With you being busy with school and me with work, it's only during the night that we'll have time to catch up. And i spent tonight sleeping all the way. Tsk. Before i knocked out, he even sent me a message saying "Don't sleep first lah sayang." Hahaha, sorry. I'll make it up to you. Though i'm insanely missing him right now (i always do when i wake up from sleep and he's fast asleep now when i'm finally awake), i feel happy. Because i actually look really okay right now even after sleeping for hours (he he hehe). And good post-sleeping hair night! I've been sleeping for excessive hours in the past month and i guess it's just me catching up on four years (secondary school life) of deprived sleeping hours. Anyway, dad's fetching me from work on Friday and i'll be back home this weekend! Well, i'll already be back at Tampines on Sunday. So i have to make use of my Saturday well. I never thought i'd say this but weeehooooo to going back home! I am so home sick lah. I miss my maternal family alot too ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talking about being home sick and all, i just wanna say a big thank you to Nasrulhaq for listening to me go on and on about everything especially when i miss my mother. You know i love you (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-4827924690208134767?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/4827924690208134767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleep-sleep-and-more-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4827924690208134767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4827924690208134767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleep-sleep-and-more-sleep.html' title='Sleep, sleep and more sleep!'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-4145077846418158276</id><published>2010-01-26T08:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T08:33:32.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I'd be lying if i said i never considered my options.&lt;br /&gt;If now was two months ago, i would have said yes.&lt;br /&gt;The easiest yes i would have said.&lt;br /&gt;And i'd be in my comfort zone once again.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, i don't think you've changed much.&lt;br /&gt;But even with that, i was willing to go through everything again even if it'll make me fall even harder.&lt;br /&gt;But why fall even harder when right now, i'm smiling more than ever?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for you because it took you a long time to realise what i meant to you.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm much sorry for myself because it took me a long time to realise i was much better off without you.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't change.&lt;br /&gt;My feelings did.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm glad my feelings changed.&lt;br /&gt;Because i got to know Nasrulhaq.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-4145077846418158276?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/4145077846418158276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/id-be-lying-if-i-said-i-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4145077846418158276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4145077846418158276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/id-be-lying-if-i-said-i-never.html' title=''/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-7955753659161301000</id><published>2010-01-25T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:32:35.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ruwayfi made me smile and laugh so much. Especially when i changed and put his diapers on for him just now. But he's such a naughty boy. &lt;em&gt;Eh, nakal nyer, tak tau nak duduk diam tau budak ni&lt;/em&gt;. That's how &lt;em&gt;makciks&lt;/em&gt; would describe him. And he's forever with his baby talk. He's incredibly adorable. I'm falling even deeper in love with him everyday. I scolded him thrice today though. And he sat down at one corner and sulked. But the moment i say "Wayfi", he comes up to me with his &lt;em&gt;masam&lt;/em&gt; face, hugs me and wipes his tears (very little tears lah this boy) on my shirt. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And whaddya know, men can breastfeed too!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's a fact by the way)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told love about it and asked him if he would breastfeed his children. And of course, he opposed strongly to it. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-7955753659161301000?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/7955753659161301000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/ruwayfi-made-me-smile-and-laugh-so-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/7955753659161301000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/7955753659161301000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/ruwayfi-made-me-smile-and-laugh-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-4552132515087303198</id><published>2010-01-23T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T19:31:50.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want my salmon sushi! And Nasrulhaq.</title><content type='html'>I've grown into such a lazy bum. All i do is sleep. Cutting down on food, yes. But really, i've been sleeping so much. I woke up early today at 7.50am because i had to go the bank. I was determined to beat those aunties and uncles who are always first in line but but but.. Actions definitely speak louder than words. All i did was went to the toilet to pee and went back to sleep. I was just simply so tired and sleepy. My body and eyes wanted more sleep, sleep and sleep. I was practically texting the boy while i was half asleep. And of course, i kept falling asleep on him. Finally woke up at 1pm. Other than shaving Nasrul's head, nothing interesting happened today. I'm insanely bored right now. Thankfully, the boy's being a great company. Well, he has always been one. I miss my mother alot actually. Geesh, am i glad i'll see her tomorrow. Truthfully, i am home sick. I miss my friends, my cats, my bed, my sofa, my table.. Hahah, you get the idea right? I won't go on and on about the things i miss because it's gonna be a long list and i'm sleepy right now. Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-4552132515087303198?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/4552132515087303198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-my-salmon-sushi-and-nasrulhaq.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4552132515087303198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4552132515087303198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-my-salmon-sushi-and-nasrulhaq.html' title='I want my salmon sushi! And Nasrulhaq.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-8565721926557821524</id><published>2010-01-22T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T23:22:50.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>I called love and let him talk to Ruwayfi. Wayfi's &lt;em&gt;i YUPP u&lt;/em&gt; (i love you) was all it took to make him fall in love with darling Wayfi. I have to admit that it IS tiring handling the little kiddos but with their innocence, bright smiles and laughters, that's what makes it all worthwhile. I'm contemplating whether i should go to the bank tomorrow morning. I'm so tired but i have to. But then again, i'm so lazy. And to actually wait for my turn, haiya. I seriously have been sleeping alot these days. All i do is eat and sleep. I don't even wanna count the number of times i fell asleep on the boy. And yes, i've grown fatter *slams head to the wall* How can i not be when i'm always eating and sleeping? Haiya. I'm actually really bored right now so the boy is being a sweetheart and keeping me bored-free by being his affectionate self and texting me. He he hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-8565721926557821524?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/8565721926557821524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/tgif.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/8565721926557821524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/8565721926557821524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-6513539782935377311</id><published>2010-01-22T00:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T01:25:04.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher Sain-dah, Teacher Indah, Teacher Aisyah. Wonder what the kiddos would call me next.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S1iG3VOi8GI/AAAAAAAABLY/z-B2Lg6X8SY/s1600-h/10836_189583073749_606963749_2939371_1753189_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S1iG3VOi8GI/AAAAAAAABLY/z-B2Lg6X8SY/s400/10836_189583073749_606963749_2939371_1753189_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429237635944214626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really miss this fat boy of mine and Tuna ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally saw the doctor since i've not been recovering ever since new year's eve. And i found out that i have an infection to my windpipe. No wonder my cough isn't getting any better. Lots of medication being prescribed and what the. The effects of the medicine are superb. I don't think i've ever knocked out as fast like yesterday and today. Super drowsiness. Work was great. Did i tell you guys that i love my job? Well. I loveee my job. Haha. I was in a foul mood though today. Only in the morning. I misplaced my IC. I just felt really frustrated and was on the verge of tears. And guess who made me feel all better? Ruwayfi. That &lt;em&gt;jendol&lt;/em&gt; boy with the puppy eyes. He's irresistably adorable. I kept smiling because he kept clinging onto me and out of nowhere, he ran into my arms, giggled and sat on my lap. He even hit me with a ruler and kept giggling. It's incredibly hard to be mad at a two year old boy who baby-talks, giggles and smiles at you with his puppy eyes even when you scold him and loves saying "Tak nak, tak nak". While Kak Sheeda, Kak Zureen and i painted the wall, he kept playing with the paint so Kak Zureen and i just had to paint his face. Red, yellow, orange, pink. And he just sat down quietly and smiled while we dabbed paint all over his face. Also, Haiza saw love's picture on my handphone wallpaper and said he's handsome. *rolling eyes* I know he's smiling as he's reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been awesomeeee!&lt;br /&gt;I've been one happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;Glad you're mine, Nasrulhaq ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-6513539782935377311?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/6513539782935377311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/teacher-sain-dah-teacher-indah-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/6513539782935377311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/6513539782935377311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/teacher-sain-dah-teacher-indah-teacher.html' title='Teacher Sain-dah, Teacher Indah, Teacher Aisyah. Wonder what the kiddos would call me next.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S1iG3VOi8GI/AAAAAAAABLY/z-B2Lg6X8SY/s72-c/10836_189583073749_606963749_2939371_1753189_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-5623489523414906777</id><published>2010-01-19T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:52:50.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be strong sweetie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S1Wb9pnIPuI/AAAAAAAABLQ/GSpVqgn-Vdw/s1600-h/14537_171325458749_606963749_2804301_5926467_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428416409309298402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S1Wb9pnIPuI/AAAAAAAABLQ/GSpVqgn-Vdw/s400/14537_171325458749_606963749_2804301_5926467_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JANNAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang kau ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say so much here about today since today's a great day. But i feel suck-ish to know that i can't do anything to make him feel better. I seriously wanna fly to Yew Tee right now. NOW. RIGHT. NOW.&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/5370328308841382226-5623489523414906777?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/5623489523414906777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/be-strong-sweetie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/5623489523414906777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/5623489523414906777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/be-strong-sweetie.html' title='Be strong sweetie.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S1Wb9pnIPuI/AAAAAAAABLQ/GSpVqgn-Vdw/s72-c/14537_171325458749_606963749_2804301_5926467_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-6718598808606444769</id><published>2010-01-19T00:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T00:57:15.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNzrwh2Z2hQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNzrwh2Z2hQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A late night enjoyment with an old friend made my day (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-6718598808606444769?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/6718598808606444769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/late-night-enjoyment-with-old-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/6718598808606444769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/6718598808606444769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/late-night-enjoyment-with-old-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-987844319574623180</id><published>2010-01-18T22:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:13:51.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Hugging you tightly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything else goes wrong, you know you can count on me.&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only it takes five minutes to get to Yew Tee from Tampines. Damn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-987844319574623180?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/987844319574623180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/987844319574623180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/987844319574623180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-6831851818153392684</id><published>2010-01-17T22:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:39:47.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission so not impossible.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yay me. I finally made him jealous ^^ I know i'll be dead when he reads this. But let me just apologise once again. &lt;center&gt;I'm sorry and you know i adore you. *pats your butt*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-6831851818153392684?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/6831851818153392684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/mission-so-not-impossible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/6831851818153392684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/6831851818153392684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/mission-so-not-impossible.html' title='Mission so not impossible.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-7546834761305930246</id><published>2010-01-15T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:04:49.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruwayfi's "tak nak, tak nak"</title><content type='html'>Work was exhausting today. But my two boys, Adhmad and Ruwayfi, made me smile so much with their out of the blue kisses on my lips, cheeks, eyes and forehead and running (okay, not running, more like charging) into my arms. It was like spring cleaning time at work today. I even wore the children's bermudas (size XL) because i didn't want to ruin my jeans. After work, boss (Kak Sheeda hahaha) and i went to Tampines Mall and ate at Pastamania. Her treat of course. Thank you very much, xoxo. Hehe. Oh, i ate seafood when i was at Pastamania. I cannot &lt;em&gt;tahan&lt;/em&gt; already lah, i need my seafood! Hopefully no allergic reaction again. (Please please please) Back home (Tampines home) and texted Kak Sheeda and called my mother to tell them i've reached home safe and sound. The boy's having tuition right now and i am incredibly pooped out, so i'm gonna have some shut eye now and the boy is gonna wake me up later. I need to restore my energy for tomorrow girls' day out. Yes, shopping again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice night everyone (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-7546834761305930246?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/7546834761305930246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/ruwayfis-tak-nak-tak-nak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/7546834761305930246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/7546834761305930246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/ruwayfis-tak-nak-tak-nak.html' title='Ruwayfi&apos;s &quot;tak nak, tak nak&quot;'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-3525712319340331607</id><published>2010-01-14T12:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:45:05.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm hungry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S06bWsFpYoI/AAAAAAAABLI/IEGaS6JExXw/s1600-h/547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S06bWsFpYoI/AAAAAAAABLI/IEGaS6JExXw/s400/547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426445415122297474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be at work now. But here i am rotting at home because i've yet to recover. I'm on my third tissue box now. And of course, my duck voice. I'm known for my duck voice whenever i'm sick. My mother is annoyed because i'm using up all the tissue boxes at home. Tsk. Okay fine, i'll go down to Greenridge Shopping Centre by today and buy myself more tissue boxes. And don't anyone at home dare touch my tissue boxes! I'll be pissed if anyone touches my tissue boxes. Chet. I miss Aaqil, Adhmad, Aminah and the twins the most. Nasrul (cousin) called me from camp yesterday to ask me about my results and all. It's nice to hear from him. Another day at home. Gaahhh. I'm bored. And the boy's schooling. Bored, bored, bored. I've not submitted my choices yet. Gonna do it by tonight. And i give up trying to upload the videos on Facebook. One hour for a 40seconds video! But four hours for a 3minutes video?!! WHAT THE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these choosing-courses-wisely is giving me a splitting headache. So not cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-3525712319340331607?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/3525712319340331607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-hungry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/3525712319340331607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/3525712319340331607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-hungry.html' title='I&apos;m hungry.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S06bWsFpYoI/AAAAAAAABLI/IEGaS6JExXw/s72-c/547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-501311464322998064</id><published>2010-01-13T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:32:18.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;My curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;Your thick eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;My lips.&lt;br /&gt;Your nose. &lt;br /&gt;My eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Your eyelashes. &lt;br /&gt;Our teeth smile.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perfect (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-501311464322998064?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/501311464322998064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/501311464322998064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/501311464322998064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-6008135808799876726</id><published>2010-01-13T17:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:30:15.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's turning 17!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S02YD_3ZdWI/AAAAAAAABKY/nCEICGFr6C8/s1600-h/DSC02601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426160320502134114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S02YD_3ZdWI/AAAAAAAABKY/nCEICGFr6C8/s400/DSC02601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;B&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;(Nah, especially for you Atik. Hehe)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your special day today, alright? Love yaaa ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contacted Kak Aishah, Isk and Shaa yesterday. Pity that kak Aishah couldn't make it but there's cake left for her. So yeah, i bought for Annisa a pink cake. Yes, pink pink pink. Met Isk and Shaa after that and set up the cake and all. I brought the headbands and all and i had to persuade them to put it on. Eventually they did. And the freaking cake lady didn't give me the little things you stick under the candles. What the. The surprise worked out well though. Annisa was shocked and kept laughing away. Pure fun, fun and fun. Ordered Macdonalds. Home delivery. Shaa and Isk smeared cake all over Annisa's hair and face. Hahaha. We spent our time after that taking pictures and videos, watching tv (MAJIDE!) and Isk and Shaa sang and played the guitar. Isk and Shaa made fun of me because i didn't know how to upload videos on Facebook -_- By the way, i already know how to upload videos on Facebook *sticks out tongue* But why does it take so freaking long just to upload a 40seconds video?! And that is just one of the six videos i have to upload. *widened eyes* Okay, pictures now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S02ddMtpa4I/AAAAAAAABKg/S_cg7Lu1Fyg/s1600-h/IMG_1418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426166251005766530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S02ddMtpa4I/AAAAAAAABKg/S_cg7Lu1Fyg/s400/IMG_1418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S02ddjfpa9I/AAAAAAAABKo/14ffoeyrtqI/s1600-h/IMG_1419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426166257121061842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S02ddjfpa9I/AAAAAAAABKo/14ffoeyrtqI/s400/IMG_1419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S02dfHtkexI/AAAAAAAABLA/Mwo_LVFcjLU/s1600-h/IMG_1440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426166284023003922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S02dfHtkexI/AAAAAAAABLA/Mwo_LVFcjLU/s400/IMG_1440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S02deoSeHRI/AAAAAAAABK4/Sij_lU34FPM/s1600-h/IMG_1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426166275587841298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S02deoSeHRI/AAAAAAAABK4/Sij_lU34FPM/s400/IMG_1434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S02deBX3JXI/AAAAAAAABKw/VidsdNAyums/s1600-h/IMG_1427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426166265141470578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S02deBX3JXI/AAAAAAAABKw/VidsdNAyums/s400/IMG_1427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The boy is making me a really happy girl today. Wooooohooooo *shakes butt*&lt;br /&gt;"Tonight nak?"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;NAK!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-6008135808799876726?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/6008135808799876726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/everyones-turning-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/6008135808799876726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/6008135808799876726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/everyones-turning-17.html' title='Everyone&apos;s turning 17!'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S02YD_3ZdWI/AAAAAAAABKY/nCEICGFr6C8/s72-c/DSC02601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-7063530254715598477</id><published>2010-01-12T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:40:38.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiotic runny nose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0wWlVojqiI/AAAAAAAABKQ/JeqZ7HnMOr4/s1600-h/ANS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425736481792829986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0wWlVojqiI/AAAAAAAABKQ/JeqZ7HnMOr4/s400/ANS.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNISA! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Words and sentences won't be enough to tell you how much you mean to me and i only want the best for you. My bestfriend and my better half, have a great day today and you know i love you more than anything, right? *flying kisses*&lt;br /&gt;(I'll be meeting you later anyway, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took a trip down memory lane, only to feel nothing but happiness because i was being in my comfort zone. But it also reminded me why we ended up the way we are today. And while i was smiling away, someone else got hurt. I know, i was in the wrong. I screwed up. I'm sorry. Like you said, no one's stupid but i'll call you stupid if you think i'd choose to go through my past all over again over you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-7063530254715598477?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/7063530254715598477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/idiotic-runny-nose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/7063530254715598477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/7063530254715598477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/idiotic-runny-nose.html' title='Idiotic runny nose'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0wWlVojqiI/AAAAAAAABKQ/JeqZ7HnMOr4/s72-c/ANS.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-4348546347095799554</id><published>2010-01-11T20:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:31:12.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a headache</title><content type='html'>Worrying like mad over results, check.&lt;br /&gt;Getting result slip, check.&lt;br /&gt;Asking friends how they fared, check.&lt;br /&gt;Answering parents, aunts, uncles, cousins and friends' calls, check.&lt;br /&gt;Replying to messages, check.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulating friends, check.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling satisfied about my results, check.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing the subject Physics never existed, check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here comes the grueling part. Deciding where to go. Discussing with my parents. And hoping that i get the course i want. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm on leave from work for this whole week. I'm gonna miss those little kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ISKANDAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget everything that you've done for me. Outing soon yeah with Shaa and Annisa and dude, be happy always :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-4348546347095799554?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/4348546347095799554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-headache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4348546347095799554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4348546347095799554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-headache.html' title='What a headache'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-8088793941879489871</id><published>2010-01-10T15:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:10:02.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deprived from eating what i love most.</title><content type='html'>):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face is itching and hurting so badly. Darn allergic reaction. Darn seafood, okay not darn. I love seafood. But darn lah. I'm not allowed to eat seafood and chicken as well. I want to just scratch my whole face off lah. The boy is fast asleep so i'll just whine over here. He wants to meet tomorrow but with my face in such a horrbile condition.. I just sent him a mms. I bet he'll get the shock of his life when he wakes up and sees the mms. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's special goodnight mms message worked like a charm. He kept saying i'm really sweet. Can you imagine how big my head grew yesterday! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope today's mms wins yesterday's. Kekeke. *crosses fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-8088793941879489871?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/8088793941879489871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/deprived-from-eating-what-i-love-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/8088793941879489871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/8088793941879489871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/deprived-from-eating-what-i-love-most.html' title='Deprived from eating what i love most.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-4636125135523885066</id><published>2010-01-10T09:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T10:24:37.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results. Shit. Results. Shit. Results. Shit.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was supposed to be a happy day. But i was nowhere happy. Incredibly moody and i cried alot. I had allergic reactions all over my face because of seafood. Arghh. I look so bleargh. The skin around my mouth cracked and peeled. Very itchy, painful and &lt;em&gt;pedih&lt;/em&gt;. My mother applied some i don't know what &lt;em&gt;minyak&lt;/em&gt; on the affected areas and i cried even more. The pain was excruciating. I wanted to die lah. (HAHA, i know. Being the drama queen as always.) Sorry to the boy because i spent hours whining to him about the pain. I only cheered up when he sent me a picture of his little cousin who is soooooooooooooooooo adorable. Though it doesn't hurt as much as yesterday, i feel as if i did botox to my face. My face still feels so tight and my skin is peeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results are tomorrow and i'm looking like this. It's like i'm finally meeting my friends again and i just have to look so horrible. But then again, i'll be too scared to worry about how i look like. Frankly speaking, i'm really (multiply that by a gazillion times) nervous. Just the thought of getting bad results or unsatisfying results scares the shit out of me. Since Annisa won't be there tomorrow (haiya), she'll be the first person i'll call. Then the boy. If i do okay, then i'll be shrieking in joy to them and if i do badly, then i'll just cry on the phone to them (ha ha ha). But the scariest person to talk to would be my mother. That's why i need to talk to Annisa and the boy first. Prepare myself for the worst. Ah yes, all the best to all O level candidates tomorrow. Especially to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i just downgraded myself early in the morning. I sent an absolutely &lt;em&gt;bacin&lt;/em&gt; picture of myself to the boy. A picture of me that was taken ten minutes after i woke up today. And he agreed that i look super &lt;em&gt;bacin&lt;/em&gt;. See, what did i tell you. Amazingly, he wants to set that picture as his handphone wallpaper *widened eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-4636125135523885066?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/4636125135523885066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/results-shit-results-shit-results-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4636125135523885066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4636125135523885066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/results-shit-results-shit-results-shit.html' title='Results. Shit. Results. Shit. Results. Shit.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-7549007854112010637</id><published>2010-01-09T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:31:37.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Believe me, you don't know how much i'm in love though it's a Saturday."</title><content type='html'>Happy 31 days *grins*&lt;br /&gt;One month already? How time flies. And what a month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for making my mornings extra awesome, thanks for making my afternoons extra fun and thanks for making my nights extra meaningful. And thanks for being the amazing person you are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-7549007854112010637?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/7549007854112010637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/believe-me-you-dont-know-how-much-im-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/7549007854112010637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/7549007854112010637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/believe-me-you-dont-know-how-much-im-in.html' title='&quot;Believe me, you don&apos;t know how much i&apos;m in love though it&apos;s a Saturday.&quot;'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-7097233862071190652</id><published>2010-01-08T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:56:12.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*putting my hands up*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0c9xzk1szI/AAAAAAAABKA/681CTcswHbg/s1600-h/IMG_1416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0c9xzk1szI/AAAAAAAABKA/681CTcswHbg/s400/IMG_1416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424372202058658610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's Friday, Nasalul (heh) is back. Hate to admit this, but i do miss him. Work started late but i was awake early because i accompanied the boy while he was on his way to school. By talking to him on the phone. It's nice to hear his voice early in the morning. Even though i still laugh when hearing his voice. Work was as per normal. Patted the little kiddos to sleep and got myself fifteen minutes of some shut eye *I likeee* I also asked the twins and the girls in my class if the boy is handsome. HAHA. Ordered chicken from KFC and pizza from Pizza Hut (duhh haha) for dinner. Home delivery. I've been eating so much ever since i got to Tampines. I am so gonna put on weight laaaa. Whatever. Results are on Monday. I'm gonna pamper and stuff myself with food. And tomorrow, girls day out. Shopping! Right now, i am insanely full, extremely sleepy and incredibly tired. Bleargh. What's new? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, the boy's tuition has ended and he's texting me now. And since it's Friday and he isn't schooling nor am i working tomorrow, MJ12!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-7097233862071190652?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/7097233862071190652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/putting-my-hands-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/7097233862071190652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/7097233862071190652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/putting-my-hands-up.html' title='*putting my hands up*'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0c9xzk1szI/AAAAAAAABKA/681CTcswHbg/s72-c/IMG_1416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-6081512776344957634</id><published>2010-01-07T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T10:28:41.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little kiddos</title><content type='html'>I had the worst sleep ever last night. Real moody and all in the morning but the boy called when he was on his way to school and made me feel all better. Did diary writing and art and craft with the kindergarten 2 kids. Patted Aaqil to sleep and i fell asleep with Adhmad. My two favourite boys. I fell asleep again when i got back from work. Nothing new. But i'm glad that i don't have to wake up so early tomorrow since i start late. But i end late, of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It feels nice to be able to tell you how my day went, about the kids at work and just random thoughts on top of my head. It's funny how it takes a person to actually make me really really happy. But the best thing is that, i'm glad that person is you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-6081512776344957634?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/6081512776344957634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-kiddos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/6081512776344957634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/6081512776344957634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-kiddos.html' title='Little kiddos'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-2230346591909755642</id><published>2010-01-06T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:22:35.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results, gaaaahhhhh!</title><content type='html'>Note to self: Never sleep past 2am if i'm working the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only slept for four hours. I kept yawning during work. Yawned and yawned and yawned till tears flowed. How idiotic. I only managed to wake up this morning because the boy texted. Soon after getting back from work, i fell asleep. I'm only awake right now because the boy called. He's becoming my alarm clock already. Hahaha. So yeah, i just woke up. I'm tired and sleepy. Very sleepy. In addition, the cramps is just amazing, ya know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a message from Jun Jie and he talked about the results. This monday, 11/01. I just logged in into my Facebook account and many people are already posting about the results and all. I won't be surprised one bit if i fail Science though. Hoping to at least pass six subjects. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time for me to eat my maggi mee. I likeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-2230346591909755642?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/2230346591909755642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/results-gaaaahhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/2230346591909755642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/2230346591909755642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/results-gaaaahhhhh.html' title='Results, gaaaahhhhh!'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-7508279254743896743</id><published>2010-01-05T11:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:28:55.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama queen's in da house.</title><content type='html'>G: My cramps pain!&lt;br /&gt;B: Ayang, deep breaths. Pushhhh, pushhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;G: Ayang! Noooooo! Our son has curly hair! *faints&lt;br /&gt;B: Nooooooooo ): I thought, i thought.&lt;br /&gt;G: You thought what?&lt;br /&gt;B: I thought straight hair. Walao. &lt;br /&gt;G: Me too ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear sometimes i'm not in the right mind. I spilled water all over and laughed my arse off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-7508279254743896743?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/7508279254743896743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/drama-queen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/7508279254743896743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/7508279254743896743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/drama-queen.html' title='Drama queen&apos;s in da house.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-5966099100192347707</id><published>2010-01-05T10:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:03:29.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tampines, here i come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0KfdhxB5RI/AAAAAAAABJw/akFXcaklPE0/s1600-h/IMG_1250%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0KfdhxB5RI/AAAAAAAABJw/akFXcaklPE0/s400/IMG_1250%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423072230936536338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tempted to eat one of these but my throat ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, the boy is sick too. And he's not in school today so we're chatting right now. Quality time *grins* I spent two hours last night at the clinic. So freaking long. I slept after midnight packing my clothes and stuff. Three bags. Of course, not forgetting my novels and puzzle book. I want to bring my Sudoku book but i left it at big sis's place. Okay, i know i'm a boring person. Annisa showed me this face ): along with a "so far.." and when i told her i'd be living at Tampines. Well, i'm still in Singapore, pabo. Don't worry, i will miss you. I already am missing you now. It's okay, we'll definitely see each other when i get my results. Speaking of results, i seriously am not mentally prepared. Not excited one bit about getting my results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid cramps, stupid cramps. And the boy is pissed. Again. Hahaha. What a temper he has. Reminds me of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Tuesday and you're in love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-5966099100192347707?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/5966099100192347707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-tuesday-and-youre-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/5966099100192347707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/5966099100192347707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-tuesday-and-youre-in-love.html' title='Tampines, here i come!'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0KfdhxB5RI/AAAAAAAABJw/akFXcaklPE0/s72-c/IMG_1250%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-3993932557353104398</id><published>2010-01-04T13:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T14:15:09.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Before you can love, you must accept. I love you for who you are. And not for who you were&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first day of school. Well, not for me and many others. But i'm having the Monday blues. Primarily, my sore throat isn't getting any better and am having a fever. I'm happy that i don't have a runny nose though. I hate that the most. Also, Annisa is schooling and it's weird because we're not going to school together. I miss her already. And that amazing boy is schooling too. To spare me from dying of boredom, my mother got a job for me and that means, i'll be living at Tampines. Most probably tomorrow onwards. One word: wooohoooo! I've always wanted to move from Bukit Panjang area. It's not like i'm permanently moving to Tampines anyway, i still have to come back during weekends but at every opportunity i get to not be at Bukit Panjang area, i'll take it. And i love my mother for getting me a ZARA blouse. And Dan Brown's &lt;em&gt;The Lost Symbol&lt;/em&gt;. Finally! Major bookstores are still selling the hard covers but i don't wanna wait for the paper cover to come out. Anyway, pictures now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0GFm--pQzI/AAAAAAAABJo/Vgmb-KfABr0/s1600-h/IMG_1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422762331118060338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0GFm--pQzI/AAAAAAAABJo/Vgmb-KfABr0/s400/IMG_1303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0GFmexcZQI/AAAAAAAABJg/efSDfBaZwcw/s1600-h/E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422762322472756482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0GFmexcZQI/AAAAAAAABJg/efSDfBaZwcw/s400/E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0GEbcTdo8I/AAAAAAAABJA/G59CSqA_mtE/s1600-h/E3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422761033319949250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0GEbcTdo8I/AAAAAAAABJA/G59CSqA_mtE/s400/E3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0GEcPfnR3I/AAAAAAAABJQ/iiU5n7sYYZo/s1600-h/IMG_1330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422761047061120882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0GEcPfnR3I/AAAAAAAABJQ/iiU5n7sYYZo/s400/IMG_1330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0GEbg_cf6I/AAAAAAAABJI/Y_6cp7GheVY/s1600-h/E2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422761034578165666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0GEbg_cf6I/AAAAAAAABJI/Y_6cp7GheVY/s400/E2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0GFmEs930I/AAAAAAAABJY/4AV0T98Yd0w/s1600-h/IMG_1359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422762315474657090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0GFmEs930I/AAAAAAAABJY/4AV0T98Yd0w/s400/IMG_1359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0GC-l5cj8I/AAAAAAAABIY/DwEhrzFiLdM/s1600-h/IMG_1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422759438167347138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0GC-l5cj8I/AAAAAAAABIY/DwEhrzFiLdM/s400/IMG_1402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Both of us getting annoyed with one another.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0GC-HJxW0I/AAAAAAAABIQ/aZ9g2NwzsV8/s1600-h/IMG_1397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422759429914319682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0GC-HJxW0I/AAAAAAAABIQ/aZ9g2NwzsV8/s400/IMG_1397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Love of my life^^&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0GC9o5y_yI/AAAAAAAABII/h5LRP7-FUDM/s1600-h/IMG_1401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422759421794254626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0GC9o5y_yI/AAAAAAAABII/h5LRP7-FUDM/s400/IMG_1401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i have about an hour or so more to go and then the amazing boy will text me. Yay me. Hahaha -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-3993932557353104398?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/3993932557353104398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/bye-bp_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/3993932557353104398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/3993932557353104398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/bye-bp_04.html' title='Bye Bp!'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/S0GFm--pQzI/AAAAAAAABJo/Vgmb-KfABr0/s72-c/IMG_1303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-4470570503432270651</id><published>2010-01-01T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:24:45.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/Sz4TUqtzzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/luwj79JiDY0/s1600-h/cha200_worried.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/Sz4TUqtzzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/luwj79JiDY0/s400/cha200_worried.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421792247185395090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bleargh. Just worried. Worried sick. I really hate this feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-4470570503432270651?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/4470570503432270651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4470570503432270651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4470570503432270651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/Sz4TUqtzzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/luwj79JiDY0/s72-c/cha200_worried.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-3644899285288912684</id><published>2009-12-31T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:23:24.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An advance one. Not really celebrating New Year though since big sis's engagement is tomorrow. Just &lt;em&gt;rewang&lt;/em&gt;-ing and lots of &lt;em&gt;rewang&lt;/em&gt;-ing. My right hand is swollen and i'm having a sore throat. Nevertheless, i'm excited about tomorrow. Big sis's second biggest day. Busy, busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: My aunt asked me what my new resolution is.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What did you say?&lt;br /&gt;Someone: I said i wanna date a girl named Aisyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me, love me Aisyah! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that amazing boy is adorable ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-3644899285288912684?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/3644899285288912684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-long-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/3644899285288912684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/3644899285288912684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-long-2009.html' title='So long 2009!'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-8788948062225981165</id><published>2009-12-30T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:24:46.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeric, oh Jerico!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SztlSGpzbEI/AAAAAAAABH4/zYRYxUAXJZc/s1600-h/IMG_1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SztjzNAtHHI/AAAAAAAABHY/j1Cr-2aCFOg/s400/IMG_1185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421036307787619442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/Sztjy9P9S2I/AAAAAAAABHQ/SmOmcPSaFWA/s1600-h/IMG_1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/Sztjy9P9S2I/AAAAAAAABHQ/SmOmcPSaFWA/s400/IMG_1187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421036303556627298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SztjySroHhI/AAAAAAAABHI/KVz-jpcuej8/s1600-h/IMG_1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SztjySroHhI/AAAAAAAABHI/KVz-jpcuej8/s400/IMG_1190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421036292129955346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/Sztjx9l0_0I/AAAAAAAABHA/lusYVXP7m4Y/s1600-h/IMG_1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/Sztjx9l0_0I/AAAAAAAABHA/lusYVXP7m4Y/s400/IMG_1196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421036286468489026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/Sztjxe6_jCI/AAAAAAAABG4/ejo4raw9lWo/s1600-h/IMG_1236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/Sztjxe6_jCI/AAAAAAAABG4/ejo4raw9lWo/s400/IMG_1236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421036278235761698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PAMPER-OURSELVES-DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Suntec in the morning to get Annisa's hair done. But instead, i got my hair done too. It's a good thing i did or i'll just end up dying of boredom for four hours. Annisa and i switched hairs today. Isk and Shaa came after that and Shaa did his hair too. Ate at Breeks after that and i bumped into Jannah. She screamed loudly when she saw me and hugged me tightly. I laughed. Geesh, i miss my gorgeous babe so much. We talked for awhile and agreed to meet up next week or something. She has so much stories to tell me and vice versa. Went to Causeway Point to meet big sis and Kak Lenny and bought Irfan's shirt. I bought loads of salmon sushi, so i'm happy. And MJ12 with the amazing boy later :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures of today on my Facebook account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-8788948062225981165?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/8788948062225981165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/jeric-oh-jerico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/8788948062225981165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/8788948062225981165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/jeric-oh-jerico.html' title='Jeric, oh Jerico!'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SztlSGpzbEI/AAAAAAAABH4/zYRYxUAXJZc/s72-c/IMG_1167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-7513050561255328732</id><published>2009-12-29T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:21:39.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyebags, shoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SzjaPyPy7eI/AAAAAAAABGw/BK_kcjejz9A/s1600-h/IMG_1160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SzjaPyPy7eI/AAAAAAAABGw/BK_kcjejz9A/s400/IMG_1160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420322116261309922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If having huge eyebags is not enough, my left eye is swollen and i scalded my finger as well.&lt;br /&gt;*singing swearings*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-7513050561255328732?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/7513050561255328732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/eyebags-shoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/7513050561255328732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/7513050561255328732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/eyebags-shoo.html' title='Eyebags, shoo!'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SzjaPyPy7eI/AAAAAAAABGw/BK_kcjejz9A/s72-c/IMG_1160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-3707305283653547953</id><published>2009-12-25T20:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:24:46.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people do stupid things when they are in love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SzS3q52d88I/AAAAAAAABGo/YiH7MWQJn7c/s1600-h/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419158199345214402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SzS3q52d88I/AAAAAAAABGo/YiH7MWQJn7c/s400/109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be in Singapore for the weekend. TB3JB with paternal family *jumps up and down* And will be in Woodlands all the way when i come back. Big sis's engagement and all. Will be busy, busy, busy. Annisa &lt;em&gt;chope&lt;/em&gt; me on Wednesday to watch Alvin And The Chipmunks 2. I'm wondering what i should do when school resumes in January. Work? Give tuition? All i know is that i am so not gonna rot at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ12 again today! Geesh. I'm addicted to it already. Without fail, I've been listening to MJ12 everyday. The thing about the supernatural world is that no matter how scary it is, you can't just help but be curious. My fear for all this ghosts and stuff is huge but my curiousity is huge-r. Ghost stories, horror movies etc all have this huge hook. And i know that i'm hooked onto MJ12. But because i freak out listening to the stories, i've not been sleeping well these days. I've been sleeping past 3am everyday. Eyebags. But teabags! I don't know if the teabags are effective la. My eyebags are still huge -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway anyway anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-3707305283653547953?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/3707305283653547953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-do-people-do-stupid-things-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/3707305283653547953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/3707305283653547953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-do-people-do-stupid-things-when.html' title='Why do people do stupid things when they are in love?'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SzS3q52d88I/AAAAAAAABGo/YiH7MWQJn7c/s72-c/109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-6842037488681865828</id><published>2009-12-24T15:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T15:58:00.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingle bells, jingle bells.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SzMcUQgEKWI/AAAAAAAABGg/TuA1GXRwTuc/s1600-h/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418705911009257826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SzMcUQgEKWI/AAAAAAAABGg/TuA1GXRwTuc/s400/santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ12 was scary yesterday. Okay, i mean today since it's past midnight. But whatever. The thing is, it was really scary la. So much for saying that the stories aren't that scary. I was cursing profusely and kept freaking out to him. Even the DJ himself got scared this time round. But a male caller made me laugh because he was talking to the DJ with &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; and the way he told his story was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want Santa to wrap you up and give you to me at midnight darling."&lt;br /&gt;I smiled like some asshole when i read that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SzMcThxUfWI/AAAAAAAABGY/TJ62sPP4nHo/s1600-h/Dean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418705898465164642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SzMcThxUfWI/AAAAAAAABGY/TJ62sPP4nHo/s400/Dean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But all i want for Christmas is him^^&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/5370328308841382226-6842037488681865828?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/6842037488681865828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/jingle-bells-jingle-bells.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/6842037488681865828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/6842037488681865828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/jingle-bells-jingle-bells.html' title='Jingle bells, jingle bells.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SzMcUQgEKWI/AAAAAAAABGg/TuA1GXRwTuc/s72-c/santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-7718917436054496110</id><published>2009-12-23T21:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:28:28.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cassandra said this quote reminded her of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I quickly laugh at everything, for fear of having to cry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent so much time being that way thanks to you.&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Would it be wise of me to let myself go through all of that again?&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-7718917436054496110?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/7718917436054496110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/cassandra-said-this-quote-reminded-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/7718917436054496110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/7718917436054496110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/cassandra-said-this-quote-reminded-her.html' title='Cassandra said this quote reminded her of me.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-3437530608799647568</id><published>2009-12-23T17:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:45:05.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the blanket with me.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was crazy shopping at Malaysia with mama, yaya and big sis. Girls' day out. Everyone was happy, big sis got her engagement stuff and everyone else got new clothes. I've been listening to MJ12 the past two days and it's not as scary as i thought it'd be. One particular story did scare me in fact. With the sound effects and all. But yeah, i'm accompanied by him so it's okay. And i'm gonna listen to it again today. Late nights, late nights everyday. Actually, no. I've been sleeping early mornings everyday. That's why i've been sleeping so much in the afternoons. I feel like i'm hibernating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry i can't. My boyfriend's in a bad mood right now and i can't possibly be playing Sudoku right now." HAHAHA. What the hell la Aisyah. What the hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-3437530608799647568?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/3437530608799647568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/under-blanket-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/3437530608799647568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/3437530608799647568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/under-blanket-with-me.html' title='Under the blanket with me.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-6379950232346772081</id><published>2009-12-21T17:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T17:52:42.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder why he still keeps those stuff.</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows i'm lazy but i'm getting lazier. I refused to get up from bed and stayed in bed for three hours though i stinked, needed to pee badly and was insanely hungry. And the next thing i knew was that when i eventually got up from bed, it was past noon. I'm gonna put teabags over my eyes later. My $&amp;@*&amp;^%#&amp; eyebags simply gotta go. I'm such a huge scaredy cat but i'll be tuning in to MJ12 today. With him of course. AND AND AND I'll get to see Dean today!!! *smiling like there's tomorrow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: *whispers* I like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been smiling wayyyy too much these days. I'm just waiting for something to go so so wrong though. All good things come to an end, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, i really can't believe Brittany Murphy passed away ): I really like her. Rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-6379950232346772081?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/6379950232346772081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wonder-why-he-still-keeps-those-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/6379950232346772081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/6379950232346772081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wonder-why-he-still-keeps-those-stuff.html' title='I wonder why he still keeps those stuff.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-1167899388515243537</id><published>2009-12-19T20:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:44:26.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good hair day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyzWFmwsE-I/AAAAAAAABF4/FOXfN7JVdFE/s1600-h/212036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416939843612316642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyzWFmwsE-I/AAAAAAAABF4/FOXfN7JVdFE/s400/212036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazingly full. I'm happy. And i'm feeling greeatttt.&lt;br /&gt;My handphone battery died on me when i was out because i forgot to charge it last night. Charged my handphone battery as soon as i got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm back! Miss me?&lt;br /&gt;A certain someone: I did, after i woke up from sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You slept just now?&lt;br /&gt;A certain someone: I did la which makes me miss you lesser and i know you missed me more. That's right, right my dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, i seriously feel like chopping off my eyebags. They are like fucking huge la.&lt;br /&gt;And i absolutely love mummy, yaya, big sis and Irfan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-1167899388515243537?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/1167899388515243537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-hair-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/1167899388515243537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/1167899388515243537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-hair-day.html' title='Good hair day'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyzWFmwsE-I/AAAAAAAABF4/FOXfN7JVdFE/s72-c/212036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-8221308923564308483</id><published>2009-12-18T16:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T17:52:16.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annisaaaaaaaaaaa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SytQvWpqKPI/AAAAAAAABFw/B-3fLNuVikU/s1600-h/Picture0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SytQvWpqKPI/AAAAAAAABFw/B-3fLNuVikU/s400/Picture0077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416511751307536626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WOOOOOHHHHHOOOOO ANNISA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;(Nah, especially for you. Pink.)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baik ah! Secondary 5! (LOL, i swear i'm so not in the right mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i met her up for brunch. Talked about anything and everything. Of course, laughter and smiles. Great atmosphere though we were only at Banquet. Dad treated us so i was happy, we both were happy. I didn't have to use up my money (huge smile). Free brunch! And they say there's no such thing as a free lunch. I'm absolutely proud of her! And of course, Shahmel. He texted me telling me his results and i'm happy for him. Glad to hear that lots of my friends made it to secondary five. Congratulations to everyone who made it to secondary 5, maaaannnn! And to those who didn't, cheer up and don't give up :D Now, i feel kinda better because when i take my results next year, at least Annisa would be there. If i do well, then i'd scream and jump for joy with her. If i do badly, then, well, she'll be the best shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be out the whole day tomorrow. To Malaysia. Shopping :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-8221308923564308483?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/8221308923564308483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/annisaaaaaaaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/8221308923564308483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/8221308923564308483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/annisaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='Annisaaaaaaaaaaa!'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SytQvWpqKPI/AAAAAAAABFw/B-3fLNuVikU/s72-c/Picture0077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-3097664735484434440</id><published>2009-12-17T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:16:41.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annisa for sec 5! HAHA. I'm such a crazy bestfriend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/Syo9Lifr2fI/AAAAAAAABFg/d0FnkQnkY60/s1600-h/P1010027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/Syo9Lifr2fI/AAAAAAAABFg/d0FnkQnkY60/s400/P1010027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416208770314000882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriend asked me out for late breakfast tomorrow. Before she takes her N levels results. She wants to meet up, talk and eat. Hehe. Geesh, i'm really nervous and anxious for her. But hey, Annisa's a real witty and smart girl. See you in secondary five when i collect my results next year babe! (I have this much confidence in you okay pabo!) Anyway, good luck to all my friends who are taking their results tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of results, in one month (give or take), Os results will be released.&lt;br /&gt;One word: GAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-3097664735484434440?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/3097664735484434440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/annisa-for-sec-5-haha-im-such-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/3097664735484434440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/3097664735484434440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/annisa-for-sec-5-haha-im-such-crazy.html' title='Annisa for sec 5! HAHA. I&apos;m such a crazy bestfriend.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/Syo9Lifr2fI/AAAAAAAABFg/d0FnkQnkY60/s72-c/P1010027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-4545835146004435712</id><published>2009-12-17T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T13:58:23.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not bad, not bad at all.</title><content type='html'>I asked my mother if it's okay for me to date a younger guy. &lt;br /&gt;What's up with me?&lt;br /&gt;Smiling like some idiot when he calls my name like that. &lt;br /&gt;Age is just a number, right?&lt;br /&gt;I really think i'm not in the right state of mind these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, This has &lt;strong&gt;absolutely nothing&lt;/strong&gt; to do with Hidayat okay. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-4545835146004435712?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/4545835146004435712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-bad-not-bad-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4545835146004435712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4545835146004435712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-bad-not-bad-at-all.html' title='Not bad, not bad at all.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-4641458239085849391</id><published>2009-12-16T20:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:30:50.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep reading between the lines ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I smiled when i woke up to see your message. One last chance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-4641458239085849391?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/4641458239085849391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/keep-reading-between-lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4641458239085849391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4641458239085849391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/keep-reading-between-lines.html' title='Keep reading between the lines ;)'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-4828903829434233459</id><published>2009-12-15T20:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:23:40.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyeI8_dh0UI/AAAAAAAABEo/om3U-YEe0fE/s1600-h/IMG_1008%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyeI8_dh0UI/AAAAAAAABEo/om3U-YEe0fE/s400/IMG_1008%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415447658345124162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyeI8R9ezmI/AAAAAAAABEg/wXigem2wm1A/s1600-h/IMG_1004%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyeI8R9ezmI/AAAAAAAABEg/wXigem2wm1A/s400/IMG_1004%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415447646131113570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyeI8FLsOjI/AAAAAAAABEY/oITgE6cRPiI/s1600-h/IMG_1002%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyeI8FLsOjI/AAAAAAAABEY/oITgE6cRPiI/s400/IMG_1002%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415447642701052466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyeI7jeWlSI/AAAAAAAABEQ/0U7B-TwgnbU/s1600-h/IMG_1000%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyeI7jeWlSI/AAAAAAAABEQ/0U7B-TwgnbU/s400/IMG_1000%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415447633652520226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pictures that i didn't know i still have in my laptop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this picture below is not random at all. My big sister wrote that. She is getting engaged on 01/01/2010. And wah lao, i'm like freakingggg excited for her la can! If i'm this excited, how more excited can she be? And thanks to her, i need to search for a really nice blue &lt;em&gt;baju&lt;/em&gt; for her engagement. I have to match her engagement &lt;em&gt;baju&lt;/em&gt;. Chet. Naah, anything for my beloved sister and especially on her second biggest day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyeI9IObX3I/AAAAAAAABEw/UoBzdYfLYx0/s1600-h/DEE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyeI9IObX3I/AAAAAAAABEw/UoBzdYfLYx0/s400/DEE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415447660697706354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyeMnnpCr_I/AAAAAAAABFA/w1HIreTruf8/s1600-h/KD.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyeMnnpCr_I/AAAAAAAABFA/w1HIreTruf8/s400/KD.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415451689220222962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm excited too, gila Deela (hehe). I love ya, sis. Xoxo.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-4828903829434233459?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/4828903829434233459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4828903829434233459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4828903829434233459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-too.html' title='First too.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyeI8_dh0UI/AAAAAAAABEo/om3U-YEe0fE/s72-c/IMG_1008%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-2464062402496062655</id><published>2009-12-15T11:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:25:15.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I watched him from afar. Again.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a fun day out with Atikah, Hawa, Khairul Shah, Nizar, Fauzi, Alwee, Radzi, Sukarno and Hidayat at East Coast Park. But with fun comes the consequences. Two hours of cycling did damage to my butt and legs. My butt seriously hurts the most. We also played Uno and What Am I? to kill time. The guys had their own fun with taking pictures with their teeth sticking out and they kept rapping, singing, beat boxing(?) throughout. I wish Annisa, Khai and a certain someone were there too. Hidayat went back home after that and the nine of us went to the pasar malam near Bangkit area to buy food. We were really hungry and tired so we didn't bother to find a nice place to sit and eat the food we bought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, we sat under some block near my old primary school (Zhenghua Primary), laid the mats and ate. As if we're breaking our fast. Passer-bys kept looking at us and the guys (as usual) waved goodbye and said hello to whoever who looked at us. After eating, all of us walked to Greenridge Shopping Centre. And while the rest went to Banquet, i went somewhere along with Fauzi (thanks Fauzi for accompanying!). Eventually, i met up with Yazid and i absolutely miss him. And Irsyad and i talked on the phone and it was nice hearing his voice after so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish bicycle seats would be made to be comfy and just the right size to accommodate our whole butts. Sore butt, sore legs. I'm losing my voice even. And after this, i'm going to renew my passport and go shopping with my mother. Another day out, i'm tired ): Pictures now. The rest are on my Facebook. Take care everyone and have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycN95ZLRhI/AAAAAAAABDo/Yvio4kf7F8Q/s1600-h/AS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycN95ZLRhI/AAAAAAAABDo/Yvio4kf7F8Q/s400/AS.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415312433965909522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycN9myK9lI/AAAAAAAABDg/rrSTn9kD2fw/s1600-h/AS2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycN9myK9lI/AAAAAAAABDg/rrSTn9kD2fw/s400/AS2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415312428970473042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycN9bMl3dI/AAAAAAAABDY/U_awNgnRqAo/s1600-h/AS6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycN9bMl3dI/AAAAAAAABDY/U_awNgnRqAo/s400/AS6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415312425860062674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycN9EOycQI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KTkLm_aQdYI/s1600-h/AS5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycN9EOycQI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KTkLm_aQdYI/s400/AS5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415312419695259906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycNEMft1UI/AAAAAAAABDI/UU8Q9MAAGCU/s1600-h/AS4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycNEMft1UI/AAAAAAAABDI/UU8Q9MAAGCU/s400/AS4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415311442661201218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycND3J0uLI/AAAAAAAABDA/WKOM9ck2ZdU/s1600-h/AS9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycND3J0uLI/AAAAAAAABDA/WKOM9ck2ZdU/s400/AS9.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415311436932233394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycNDTMJ3NI/AAAAAAAABC4/05KrxmXElQM/s1600-h/AS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycNDTMJ3NI/AAAAAAAABC4/05KrxmXElQM/s400/AS3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415311427278331090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycNDaRceLI/AAAAAAAABCw/La1qyVH4vMw/s1600-h/AS8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycNDaRceLI/AAAAAAAABCw/La1qyVH4vMw/s400/AS8.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415311429179570354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycNC2f5wwI/AAAAAAAABCo/diFIFUWmxiI/s1600-h/AS7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycNC2f5wwI/AAAAAAAABCo/diFIFUWmxiI/s400/AS7.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415311419576533762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycPgZLEPiI/AAAAAAAABEI/UlqQjX2d1hE/s1600-h/AS13.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycPgZLEPiI/AAAAAAAABEI/UlqQjX2d1hE/s400/AS13.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415314126123843106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycPgCvA4iI/AAAAAAAABEA/UjUL27H4HoI/s1600-h/AS12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycPgCvA4iI/AAAAAAAABEA/UjUL27H4HoI/s400/AS12.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415314120100602402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycPfmmwMzI/AAAAAAAABD4/ofUce3O8Wdo/s1600-h/AS11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycPfmmwMzI/AAAAAAAABD4/ofUce3O8Wdo/s400/AS11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415314112549761842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycPfVMIuCI/AAAAAAAABDw/PXPlboDu3XU/s1600-h/AS10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycPfVMIuCI/AAAAAAAABDw/PXPlboDu3XU/s400/AS10.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415314107874719778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-2464062402496062655?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/2464062402496062655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-watched-him-from-afar-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/2464062402496062655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/2464062402496062655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-watched-him-from-afar-again.html' title='I watched him from afar. Again.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SycN95ZLRhI/AAAAAAAABDo/Yvio4kf7F8Q/s72-c/AS.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-399722094552530033</id><published>2009-12-14T11:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:17:55.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ECP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyWvIy5RD-I/AAAAAAAABCg/qnIRAu9opy0/s1600-h/TL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyWvIy5RD-I/AAAAAAAABCg/qnIRAu9opy0/s400/TL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414926692618670050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes. I caught New Moon yesterday. Khai and i met Fauzi after that and they were advising me on things. A big thank you to these two awesome dudes especially to Khai. I didn't spend a single cent yesterday because he treated me all the way. Hehe. Thanks alot Khai :D Early morning conference with Hawa, Atikah, Audi, Nizar, Audi and Audi's friend (=.='). So kecoh. One of my favourite people (best guyfriend) texted me late last night and it was just nice to be catching up with him after so long. I miss that asshole alot. And i miss Annisa too. It's such a bummer that she's working today so she can't make it to today's outing. I've been going out these days and my feet are killing me. Okay, i got to go. I have to meet Sukarno right after this. Take care everyone and have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Old flame&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-399722094552530033?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/399722094552530033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/ecp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/399722094552530033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/399722094552530033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/ecp.html' title='ECP'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyWvIy5RD-I/AAAAAAAABCg/qnIRAu9opy0/s72-c/TL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-8452240278865460075</id><published>2009-12-13T13:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T14:25:17.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night madness with brother.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SySHhxRWg3I/AAAAAAAABCY/KJm3Pcb0PE0/s1600-h/Picture+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SySHhxRWg3I/AAAAAAAABCY/KJm3Pcb0PE0/s400/Picture+056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414601666237727602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very happy birthday to my lovely darling! Love yaaaa :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting really stressed over tomorrow's outing. Nizar's in KL. Wrong timing, dude. But nah, it's okay. I'm texting with Hawa right now. It's been such a long time since i've heard from her. I miss her insanely. Going out with Khai in a little while. He's gonna treat me to a movie. *grins* Actually, i wanted to watch New Moon only because i wanna ogle at Taylor Lautner. Even though Stephenie Meyer portrays Edward to be such a masterpiece in the novel, Taylor Lautner is such an eye candy compared to Robert Pattinson. And his buff body, is just to die for (laaa!) But because Khai has to attend his teacher's wedding first, i don't think we'll be able to make it on time to watch New Moon. So, most probably, we're gonna watch Couples Retreat. I know i'm weird but i seriously want to learn Taekwondo. I want to give a flying kick and inflict serious pain to anyone who pisses me off and the number one person on my list is my brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-8452240278865460075?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/8452240278865460075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/late-night-madness-with-brother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/8452240278865460075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/8452240278865460075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/late-night-madness-with-brother.html' title='Late night madness with brother.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SySHhxRWg3I/AAAAAAAABCY/KJm3Pcb0PE0/s72-c/Picture+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-49515690846041078</id><published>2009-12-12T13:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T21:43:26.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in a bad romance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;They say that time heals all wounds but all it's done so far is give me more time to think about how much I miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, i'm telling myself not to have high hopes or expect too much from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for vanilla ice cream with whipped cream and bananas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-49515690846041078?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/49515690846041078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/caught-in-bad-romance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/49515690846041078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/49515690846041078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/caught-in-bad-romance.html' title='Caught in a bad romance.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-298522474294339258</id><published>2009-12-11T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T18:52:33.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right now,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyIgV8zHcNI/AAAAAAAABCQ/W6O7J_SSl8k/s1600-h/Picture0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyIgV8zHcNI/AAAAAAAABCQ/W6O7J_SSl8k/s400/Picture0045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413925263522623698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed when i saw this picture. I miss crazy times with my bestfriend. I smiled when i saw my handphone in Annisa's hands. That wallpaper. &lt;em&gt;Of you and me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insanely missing Annisa (the love of my life heh). Insanely (x100) missing the one guy whose on-off attitude either irks the shit out of me or makes me smile widely. The one guy who kept imitating me and laughed the most adorable laughter. The one guy who had the prettiest eyes i've ever seen on a guy (other than Jensen Ackles). The one guy who kept kissing my forehead whenever i was sleeping. The one guy who kept giving me pain constantly and then the antidote. I miss him. Okay, enough Aisyah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all singles out there, ENJOY SINGLE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-298522474294339258?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/298522474294339258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/298522474294339258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/298522474294339258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/right-now.html' title='Right now,'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyIgV8zHcNI/AAAAAAAABCQ/W6O7J_SSl8k/s72-c/Picture0045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-5707177648676450694</id><published>2009-12-11T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T14:18:12.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you too.</title><content type='html'>I was awake by 8am because Marsya was going "Meeooowwwww meeeoowwwww" continuously (and loudly) while chasing Cudy. As always, i searched for my phone and geesh, i didn't expect a message from him. What i felt at that very moment when i saw his message was just so overwhelming. I pulled my blanket over, covered my whole body and smiled like an idiot. Seeing just that four words from him made me roll around in happiness on the sofa. But he is that same guy who taught me never to put high hopes and expect too much from someone. That happiness i felt lasted for a few minutes and then, reality knocked hard. It takes more than four words, much much more to repair what we used to have. And four words can never build back the trust that was once there. Four words can never mend a failed relationship. Four words can never mend a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra said, "Aisyah, you are one brave crazy girl."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-5707177648676450694?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/5707177648676450694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-you-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/5707177648676450694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/5707177648676450694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-you-too.html' title='I miss you too.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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-5370328308841382226.post-5936022493148592624</id><published>2009-12-10T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:56:43.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mikael and Muttons :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyCKZ5rOIuI/AAAAAAAABCI/hLmQwzlyVEw/s1600-h/Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyCKZ5rOIuI/AAAAAAAABCI/hLmQwzlyVEw/s400/Smile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413478929682801378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sexy baby Mikael is coming today! I'll get his little kisses then :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Ang and Vernon A. are insanely funny. My mother thinks i'm crazy because i'm always laughing by myself while listening to my mp4. I'm actually just tuning in to Muttons to Midnight. Maaaaaaaannnnn, i love the muttons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-5936022493148592624?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/5936022493148592624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/mikael-and-muttons-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/5936022493148592624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/5936022493148592624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/mikael-and-muttons-d.html' title='Mikael and Muttons :D'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SyCKZ5rOIuI/AAAAAAAABCI/hLmQwzlyVEw/s72-c/Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-7479446629505808991</id><published>2009-12-09T22:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T14:25:36.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to get out of my comfort zone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/Sx-8GfSKWPI/AAAAAAAABCA/cGwXT1Y7U2E/s1600-h/Photo029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/Sx-8GfSKWPI/AAAAAAAABCA/cGwXT1Y7U2E/s400/Photo029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413252096785537266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss this gorgeous sweetheart of mine. Along with my secret sayang, Sebastian. The three of us have been keeping in contact just by text messages. We've yet to meet up ever since our holidays started. I miss them insanely. My sexy baby, Mikael, is coming over tomorrow and i'm elated. I read others' blogs on their failing or failed relationships and listen to friends' problems with their relationships and i think, geesh, am i glad that i'm single. Dealing with the hurt, it's just not for me. Then again, the joy of being able to share your life with another person, to be able to smile because of that person and to make that person smile and give everything in you for that person makes a relationship worthwhile. But the one guy i truly loved taught me something valuable. He taught me never to put high hopes and expect too much from someone even though he's the one you love. After that relationship, it made me look at all these relationship and love stuff in a whole different way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's why i left you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-7479446629505808991?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/7479446629505808991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-need-to-get-out-of-my-comfort-zone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/7479446629505808991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/7479446629505808991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-need-to-get-out-of-my-comfort-zone.html' title='I need to get out of my comfort zone.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/Sx-8GfSKWPI/AAAAAAAABCA/cGwXT1Y7U2E/s72-c/Photo029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-4190349582404695451</id><published>2009-12-08T16:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:38:55.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your sex is on fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/Sx4M9OCe5iI/AAAAAAAABBw/5npKIRpiqe4/s1600-h/aisyah4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/Sx4M9OCe5iI/AAAAAAAABBw/5npKIRpiqe4/s400/aisyah4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412778048025978402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenek and Irfan are sleeping over at my place today. Which means more late nights. And i'll get Mikael's little kisses this Thursday *grins* Aunty Mimi, Mithalina, Mikael and Marsya are sleeping over my place too and i'm excited. Fun, fun and more fun with those three kiddos. I'm supposed to go out with Khai today but it's that time of the month for me and the cramps are just amazing ya know. So, home alone. I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-4190349582404695451?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/4190349582404695451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/your-sex-is-on-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4190349582404695451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4190349582404695451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/your-sex-is-on-fire.html' title='Your sex is on fire.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/Sx4M9OCe5iI/AAAAAAAABBw/5npKIRpiqe4/s72-c/aisyah4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-6791287566460585140</id><published>2009-12-07T23:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:38:28.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go nuts for Nut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/Sx0ePEkHfMI/AAAAAAAABBg/eJJiuksok7g/s1600-h/NAS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/Sx0ePEkHfMI/AAAAAAAABBg/eJJiuksok7g/s400/NAS.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412515571441302722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This annoying brother of mine is entering NS tomorrow. I'm chatting with him right now and i hate to admit this, but i'll definitely miss him. Well, it's not as if i won't be able to see him completely. As always, he's being his adorable and protective self around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Nut says: hey if got nice and handsome guy inside here n like around your age i intro him to u. hahahahhaa want or nt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah Syaahindah. says: hahahaha can no prob but i like chinese eh. if u want to help me find, find good2 one. hahaha. i like guys that are much older but 4 years max. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nut says: hahahah wth i make sure he will only be 2 years older. dats d max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah Syaahindah. says: 20 too old ah for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nut says: YES! in fact very old! 18 i can help u find bt 20! no no!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's adorable, aint he? Take care of yourself when you're there, maaaaaaannnn :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-6791287566460585140?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/6791287566460585140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/go-nuts-for-nut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/6791287566460585140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/6791287566460585140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/go-nuts-for-nut.html' title='Go nuts for Nut'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/Sx0ePEkHfMI/AAAAAAAABBg/eJJiuksok7g/s72-c/NAS.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-6535426920286747111</id><published>2009-12-07T12:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T12:45:19.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Lambert is sexy (Y)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxyHRmJhUPI/AAAAAAAABBY/OuOkyuZ9zd4/s1600-h/AS0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412349588560498930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxyHRmJhUPI/AAAAAAAABBY/OuOkyuZ9zd4/s400/AS0505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want! &lt;/em&gt;list&lt;br /&gt;1. Dan Brown's The Lost Symbol&lt;br /&gt;2. A new wallet&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to the arcade&lt;br /&gt;4. Candy floss&lt;br /&gt;5. A keyboard&lt;br /&gt;6. Steamboat at uncle's place&lt;br /&gt;7. Mikael's little kisses (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;8. My hair to grow 10cm longer&lt;br /&gt;9. Fix my old SE phone&lt;br /&gt;10. Liverpool FC to finish in the top 4&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my cramps are tolerable, i'll fetch Khai at his workplace later at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-6535426920286747111?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/6535426920286747111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/adam-lambert-is-sexy-y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/6535426920286747111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/6535426920286747111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/adam-lambert-is-sexy-y.html' title='Adam Lambert is sexy (Y)'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxyHRmJhUPI/AAAAAAAABBY/OuOkyuZ9zd4/s72-c/AS0505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-4406956618511688136</id><published>2009-12-06T22:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:58:41.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QYNSDALE'S ENGAGEMENT</title><content type='html'>My uncle got engaged today. Since it's the guy's side for our family, it wasn't such a grand affair. I liked today because i've not seen my paternal side for quite some time and it is always nice spending time with family. Anyway, i like my aunt-to-be. Got my hair cut too with Syafiqah today at The Scissorhands. The guy who cut my hair, his name is Rain. I started doing Rain's Rainism dance (Bi Rain) when i got to know his name and Rain (hair stylist) laughed. He was a really nice guy and i kept laughing throughout the whole time he spent cutting my hair. I told Rain that i'll go to The Scissorhands at Bukit Batok since it's nearer to my place and he pulled a long, glum face and said, "Pergi ah." I laughed. Here, pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxvCx2eL9WI/AAAAAAAABBA/4VU1-n99YCk/s1600-h/DSC00905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412133538907288930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxvCx2eL9WI/AAAAAAAABBA/4VU1-n99YCk/s400/DSC00905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxvCxndIaOI/AAAAAAAABA4/7qOaWyhVWtQ/s1600-h/DSC00909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412133534876330210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxvCxndIaOI/AAAAAAAABA4/7qOaWyhVWtQ/s400/DSC00909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxvCJKKcX_I/AAAAAAAABAA/tnjIqzw7aTk/s1600-h/IMG_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412132839818551282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxvCJKKcX_I/AAAAAAAABAA/tnjIqzw7aTk/s400/IMG_0720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxvCKXmP5jI/AAAAAAAABAY/zbid1FdWFFc/s1600-h/IMG_0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412132860604704306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxvCKXmP5jI/AAAAAAAABAY/zbid1FdWFFc/s400/IMG_0724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxvCKA8LtEI/AAAAAAAABAQ/XHrltKQ7lCs/s1600-h/IMG_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412132854522688578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxvCKA8LtEI/AAAAAAAABAQ/XHrltKQ7lCs/s400/IMG_0722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxvCJj7kI2I/AAAAAAAABAI/_MBWVKsO0_U/s1600-h/IMG_0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412132846735467362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxvCJj7kI2I/AAAAAAAABAI/_MBWVKsO0_U/s400/IMG_0721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxvFIPqLxqI/AAAAAAAABBI/mRi8wVKBNG0/s1600-h/IMG_0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412136122648872610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxvFIPqLxqI/AAAAAAAABBI/mRi8wVKBNG0/s400/IMG_0726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxvCLNL_FxI/AAAAAAAABAg/D7Ys0qag6cQ/s1600-h/IMG_0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412132874990065426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxvCLNL_FxI/AAAAAAAABAg/D7Ys0qag6cQ/s400/IMG_0725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxvCxVTVvjI/AAAAAAAABAw/pfGSwKtxTDw/s1600-h/IMG_0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412133530003422770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxvCxVTVvjI/AAAAAAAABAw/pfGSwKtxTDw/s400/IMG_0768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Toklong and my new aunt :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxvCw1NfUYI/AAAAAAAABAo/9iA1hdUZ4xU/s1600-h/IMG_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412133521388949890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxvCw1NfUYI/AAAAAAAABAo/9iA1hdUZ4xU/s400/IMG_0729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT EVERY WOMAN WANTS, YES?&lt;/span&gt; *grins*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-4406956618511688136?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/4406956618511688136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/qynsdales-engagement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4406956618511688136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4406956618511688136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/qynsdales-engagement.html' title='QYNSDALE&apos;S ENGAGEMENT'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxvCx2eL9WI/AAAAAAAABBA/4VU1-n99YCk/s72-c/DSC00905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-4353190925957038982</id><published>2009-12-04T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:55:41.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxiVH4hl9II/AAAAAAAAA_4/G6lHkK8nPF0/s1600-h/HOT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxiVH4hl9II/AAAAAAAAA_4/G6lHkK8nPF0/s400/HOT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411238914950558850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot chinese guys(Y)&lt;br /&gt;Their sepet eyes *faints*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-4353190925957038982?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/4353190925957038982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4353190925957038982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/4353190925957038982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/l.html' title='(L)'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxiVH4hl9II/AAAAAAAAA_4/G6lHkK8nPF0/s72-c/HOT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-211378500026935782</id><published>2009-12-03T19:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T19:51:26.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double As Day</title><content type='html'>Atikah whined because her back was hurting. I whined because i got two blisters on the sole of my feet and the mosquito bites i got from &lt;em&gt;lepak&lt;/em&gt;-ing with her yesterday were itching. Even so, she got what she wanted and though i told myself (countless times) not to splurge on anything, i succumbed to temptation and got myself a new bag. Highlight of today was this seriously attractive guy. He's a tattoo artist. I was ogling him, raising my eyebrows profusely and smiling like an idiot to Atikah. Anyway, pictures now. I'm pooped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxelQyvg-0I/AAAAAAAAA_A/5Qslvsxut9I/s1600-h/DSC04089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxelQyvg-0I/AAAAAAAAA_A/5Qslvsxut9I/s400/DSC04089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410975185226496834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxelRNHMEMI/AAAAAAAAA_I/9Xgx86HHxE4/s1600-h/DSC04093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxelRNHMEMI/AAAAAAAAA_I/9Xgx86HHxE4/s400/DSC04093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410975192305111234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxelRpxoSSI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/5B_8TNaQSs4/s1600-h/DSC04108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxelRpxoSSI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/5B_8TNaQSs4/s400/DSC04108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410975199999314210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxelR4cEkTI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/A0QzIVbmaxo/s1600-h/DSC04099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxelR4cEkTI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/A0QzIVbmaxo/s400/DSC04099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410975203935424818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxelSNpyTMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/80ctFr49p18/s1600-h/DSC04119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxelSNpyTMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/80ctFr49p18/s400/DSC04119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410975209630092482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxelbJgwcEI/AAAAAAAAA_o/X_g2vgJvN2A/s1600-h/DSC04103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxelbJgwcEI/AAAAAAAAA_o/X_g2vgJvN2A/s400/DSC04103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410975363137302594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-211378500026935782?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/211378500026935782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/double-as-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/211378500026935782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/211378500026935782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/double-as-day.html' title='Double As Day'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxelQyvg-0I/AAAAAAAAA_A/5Qslvsxut9I/s72-c/DSC04089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-568774510672260176</id><published>2009-12-03T11:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:34:49.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama miaaa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxcuN-C-aVI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Po7Jkj0Ed_M/s1600-h/Photos0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxcuN-C-aVI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Po7Jkj0Ed_M/s400/Photos0069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410844294837594450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lying down on the sofa, watching tv when my mother came up to me and asked me to massage her body. I gave her a glum look and remained lying down on the sofa. She suddenly grinned widely and discreetly showed me a glimpse of a 50-dollar note. My eyes widened, a cheeky smile appeared on my face and i laughed loudly. She reminded me of a bad person trying to tip someone to make sure that someone does his wishes. Not that my mother is a bad person, she's never one. Indeed, she's my whole life. The most important person to me in the world. In so many ways, she's more like a sister to me and it doesn't help that she doesn't look like her age and people mistake her and think she's my sister. I asked her why the fifty and she said that since i'm going out today, it's for me to spend and to treat Atikah to &lt;em&gt;makan&lt;/em&gt;. I smiled. Since young, i've always told her, "Ma, you know, i'll still love you even more than my future husband." Of course, I love my mother more than anyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, today, i'm going out with my darling girlfriend, Atikah. Shopping! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-568774510672260176?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/568774510672260176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/mama-miaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/568774510672260176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/568774510672260176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/mama-miaaa.html' title='Mama miaaa!'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxcuN-C-aVI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Po7Jkj0Ed_M/s72-c/Photos0069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-1056842064564868128</id><published>2009-12-02T12:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:15:06.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously, i never need info like that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxXvgPTJfOI/AAAAAAAAA-w/VXkB6eihUtU/s1600-h/iris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxXvgPTJfOI/AAAAAAAAA-w/VXkB6eihUtU/s400/iris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410493864497216738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been indulging myself by watching IRIS. To actually wait a week before i can watch another episode is doing damage to my limited patience. Luckily, some stranger whom i'm absolutely grateful towards has been uploading the episodes on his blog. Am at episode 11. *smug* Funny how i'm never a fan of action and thriller shows yet 90% of the show involves killing. Maybe it's because of the Lee Byung Hun effect (no, not going gah-gah over T.O.P). Nevertheless, it's an awesome and addictive drama. Thus my blog song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Jannah and Atikah later. I miss my girlfriends, all of 'em. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The both of you will never ever change. Just one word to describe you two: DESPICABLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-1056842064564868128?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/1056842064564868128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/seriously-i-never-need-info-like-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/1056842064564868128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/1056842064564868128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/12/seriously-i-never-need-info-like-that.html' title='Seriously, i never need info like that.'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><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/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxXvgPTJfOI/AAAAAAAAA-w/VXkB6eihUtU/s72-c/iris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370328308841382226.post-7868201590146708528</id><published>2009-12-01T12:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:01:14.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxScPTwnUcI/AAAAAAAAA-o/ZQ1QdkBkH_A/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410120839194956226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxScPTwnUcI/AAAAAAAAA-o/ZQ1QdkBkH_A/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray and pray that he's okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Girl/guy friends, outing's on the 14th. Mark that date down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370328308841382226-7868201590146708528?l=aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/feeds/7868201590146708528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/11/december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/7868201590146708528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370328308841382226/posts/default/7868201590146708528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisyahsyaahindah.blogspot.com/2009/11/december.html' title='December already?'/><author><name>thetruthaboutforever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163767242538703974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7mOx4wY1ro/SxScPTwnUcI/AAAAAAAAA-o/ZQ1QdkBkH_A/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
