<?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-19718388</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:35:43.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am the movie.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19718388.post-8294808386005986286</id><published>2009-02-26T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:23:14.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been awhile</title><content type='html'>Ja ja ich weiss.. schon lange habe ich hier nicht geschrieben.&lt;br /&gt;Ich habe mich ein bisschen beschaftigt&lt;br /&gt;Meine schwester und ich haben auch eine neue LJ geoffnet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twentylima.livejournal.com/"&gt;Hier&lt;/a&gt; ist das link.&lt;br /&gt;Das heisst funfundzwanzig auf Deustch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mein Leben hat schon verandert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-8294808386005986286?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/8294808386005986286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=8294808386005986286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/8294808386005986286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/8294808386005986286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-awhile.html' title='its been awhile'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-3166119419646476548</id><published>2009-01-21T08:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:34:07.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugs</title><content type='html'>I've just realized something.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry don't mean anything in our world today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sorry I broke the vase mom.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll whack him no matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sorry I broke your heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kills himself anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sorry I didn't see you there.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks past you like you never existed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will Sorry mean something?&lt;br /&gt;When will people use it when they really have to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, don't say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-3166119419646476548?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/3166119419646476548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=3166119419646476548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/3166119419646476548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/3166119419646476548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2009/01/bugs.html' title='Bugs'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-5344374689252148643</id><published>2008-12-24T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:53:27.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The introduction of Mr. X</title><content type='html'>Mr X says things I want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Mr X said a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;Mr X should think of what he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr X thinks I've got the answers&lt;br /&gt;Mr X doesn't know that I haven't got a clue&lt;br /&gt;Mr X continues searching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Mr X, what are you really looking for?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can walk in and out of my life easily?&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever your doing Mr X, you have a merry fucking Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-5344374689252148643?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/5344374689252148643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=5344374689252148643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/5344374689252148643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/5344374689252148643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2008/12/introduction-of-mr-x.html' title='The introduction of Mr. X'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-815967851010601504</id><published>2008-12-04T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:05:38.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking out</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think I'm blind&lt;br /&gt;Blind to the fact that his standing right there in front of me&lt;br /&gt;And there I was, zooming past him.&lt;br /&gt;Its weird when you've looked all over the place and get frustrated at yourself for not being able to get what you've been looking for,&lt;br /&gt;When what you've been looking for is right in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years and I'm throwing it all away.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I'm not throwing it away like an old, ripped t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;(i'd use it for art or something)&lt;br /&gt;I'm just putting it aside because I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to commit myself and then regret&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn from my past mistakes, but what about avoiding these mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;It's like we're given Mistake Coupons and now mine is running out.&lt;br /&gt;I want to plunge in and take the risk, but how far will I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of him, I really am.&lt;br /&gt;His turned out to be someone I'd want to spend the rest of my life with.&lt;br /&gt;But should I be so sure of myself?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe we're just people from a different world.&lt;br /&gt;Only allowed to communicate through a common medium&lt;br /&gt;Us not being able to hold each other and kiss each other because we really want to&lt;br /&gt;Am I not allowed this relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure is, his right.&lt;br /&gt;I did learn something from this.&lt;br /&gt;I learned that we can't all be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;I know I can never get everything that I want,&lt;br /&gt;Only a certain fragment of what I wish for, but never a full one.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I can live with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-815967851010601504?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/815967851010601504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=815967851010601504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/815967851010601504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/815967851010601504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-out.html' title='looking out'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-8869073765310394290</id><published>2008-11-08T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:02:13.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stabs in the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No I dont believe you&lt;br /&gt;When you say dont come around here no more&lt;br /&gt;I wont remind you&lt;br /&gt;You said we wouldnt be apart&lt;br /&gt;No I dont believe you&lt;br /&gt;When you say you dont need me anymore&lt;br /&gt;So dont pretend to&lt;br /&gt;Not love me at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-8869073765310394290?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/8869073765310394290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=8869073765310394290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/8869073765310394290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/8869073765310394290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2008/11/stabs-in-heart.html' title='stabs in the heart'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-3686089541472370137</id><published>2008-11-02T08:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:57:35.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it people</title><content type='html'>2 more weeks&lt;br /&gt;2 more fucking weeks&lt;br /&gt;and then im free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my birthday but it doesnt feel right&lt;br /&gt;Im having weird feelings in my chest&lt;br /&gt;Like my heart is beating too fast&lt;br /&gt;Could it be the sun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is A levels but i dont think i'm ready&lt;br /&gt;We can never be ready&lt;br /&gt;There's always something we need to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why am i like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-3686089541472370137?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/3686089541472370137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=3686089541472370137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/3686089541472370137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/3686089541472370137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-it-people.html' title='This is it people'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-2547286220348564287</id><published>2008-10-27T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:15:58.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hopeless words</title><content type='html'>Ich will mit dem gehen, den ich liebe.&lt;br /&gt;Ich will nicht ausrechnen, was es kostet.&lt;br /&gt;Ich will nicht nachdenken, ob es gut ist.&lt;br /&gt;Ich will nicht wissen, ob er mich liebt&lt;br /&gt;Ich will mit ihm gehen, den ich liebe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is hard for me to say these words&lt;br /&gt;what I'm feeling..&lt;br /&gt;they don't tie in with what I've been saying to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I promise you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We will never be together again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-2547286220348564287?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/2547286220348564287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=2547286220348564287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/2547286220348564287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/2547286220348564287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2008/10/hopeless-words.html' title='hopeless words'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-5573510263442262414</id><published>2008-10-24T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:06:50.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harold&lt;/span&gt;: ... .The universe tends to unfold as it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kumar&lt;/span&gt;: What is that? Some fortune cookie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kumar&lt;/span&gt;: Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;congratu-fuckin'-lations&lt;/span&gt;, your dream has come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kumar&lt;/span&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;from inside a heating duct at the police station, where Harold is in jail&lt;/i&gt;] Rold? Is that you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harold&lt;/span&gt;: Kumar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kumar&lt;/span&gt;: Hey, are the cops still here? &lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;cops left moments earlier to check out a shooting in Millbrook Park&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harold&lt;/span&gt;: What the hell are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kumar&lt;/span&gt;:  I just called and made up some story about a shooting in Millbrook Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harold&lt;/span&gt;: Jesus Christ! What'd you do that for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kumar&lt;/span&gt;: I'm fucking starving! I figured I'd bust you out and we'd go get some burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harold&lt;/span&gt;: Dude, we're so high right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kumar&lt;/span&gt;: We're not low!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kumar&lt;/span&gt;: Roldy! Roldy! dude, you gotta come quick. There is these two filthy pussies just aching to get boned by us! &lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;silence&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kumar&lt;/span&gt;: I mean... duh... that there are these two lovely young pussies who would like to have a chat with you and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Willoughby&lt;/span&gt;:  Do you actually believe that after the way you've just behaved that I would even consider recommending you for admission?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kumar&lt;/span&gt;: No. I'm gonna be honest with you. The only reason I'm applying is so my dad will keep paying for my apartment. I really don't have a desire to go to med school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Willoughby&lt;/span&gt;: But you have perfect MCAT scores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kumar&lt;/span&gt;: Yeeeah, just cause you're hung like a moose doesn't mean you gotta do porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kumar&lt;/span&gt;: I forgot my cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harold&lt;/span&gt;: You wanna run back and get it? &lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;both turn and look at their front door 20 feet from them&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kumar&lt;/span&gt;: No, we've gone too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Officer Palumbo&lt;/span&gt;: What kind of name is that anyhow? Kumar? What is that five o's or two u's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kumar&lt;/span&gt;: No, it's actually one "u"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Officer Palumbo&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah... bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cindy Kim&lt;/span&gt;: Have you seen a Korean guy around here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hippie student&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah, only when I open my eyes though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harold&lt;/span&gt;: Are those my scissors? I trim my nose hair with those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kumar&lt;/span&gt;: Dude... I've been cutting my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ass hair&lt;/span&gt; with these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They entertain me for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-5573510263442262414?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/5573510263442262414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=5573510263442262414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/5573510263442262414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/5573510263442262414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2008/10/movie-mania.html' title='movie mania'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-1065782870669169228</id><published>2008-10-21T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:21:04.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLELUJAH!! (not in the xtian way)</title><content type='html'>Today is a very special day&lt;br /&gt;Today marks my freedom from the constant worry i've been facing for the past 2 months&lt;br /&gt;I AM FREE MOTHERFUCKING FREE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remind self* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;remember to remind him to wear his tool and dont be a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;advice from kelner&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life has been mundane, hence the unplanned 3 months hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;A levels are in 2 weeks goddammit and here i am typing this shit out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you that i will make sure my life improves next month&lt;br /&gt;Particularly from 14th November onwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh also, Happy Birthday Sam darling.&lt;br /&gt;You get to be legal earlier than me, no fair!&lt;br /&gt;Alaaa, mine is just a week away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is wack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-1065782870669169228?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/1065782870669169228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=1065782870669169228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/1065782870669169228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/1065782870669169228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2008/10/hallelujah-not-in-xtian-way.html' title='HALLELUJAH!! (not in the xtian way)'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-6634474854241549695</id><published>2008-07-16T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T13:18:25.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>krank krank krank!</title><content type='html'>ich bin krank.. ich habe Halsschmerzen :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoooos. dont you just hate it when you think you can handle smth&lt;br /&gt;but the next thing you know, you are falling apart because you just simply cant handle it.&lt;br /&gt;wtf am i talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weeks are slowly passing by&lt;br /&gt;people are telling me to study, but why should i?&lt;br /&gt;why must we be tested on knowledge?&lt;br /&gt;i know no matter what i say right now, at the end of the day i'll still have to take the bloody exam,&lt;br /&gt;but let me just clear my head from all this bullshit i have to face everyday.&lt;br /&gt;people are ferociously studying in school, saying,&lt;br /&gt;"there's no time you know.. only 35 more days"&lt;br /&gt;but cant they see what they're running themselves into?&lt;br /&gt;fucking competition and stressful life in the future&lt;br /&gt;life isnt about literally chasing your dream is it?&lt;br /&gt;it cant be all about study, study, exams, study, exams, Uni, exams, Work, Retrenched, New job, Mid-life crisis becos of job, marriage perhaps, if lucky; children, stressful life bcos of children +job, suicide attempts, divorcement, grow old in a haunted house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe the grow old in a haunted house isnt so normal&lt;br /&gt;But do you get my point??&lt;br /&gt;Why are people chasing after this sort of life?!?!&lt;br /&gt;yea yea, they always say, cry now, laugh later&lt;br /&gt;but what about laughing throughout the time?&lt;br /&gt;shouldnt we be allowed to not only have fun, but enjoy life as it is?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, yeah, knowledge is a must have, no question about that&lt;br /&gt;but why stress ourselves up with like exams and shit?&lt;br /&gt;just get the knowledge and move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i just dreamt of a movie that never existed.&lt;br /&gt;Something about being drowned from a sea of spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;or was it just spaghetti sauce?&lt;br /&gt;anyways, then all of a sudden sam and i were at some vintage stall asking for some ancient sword&lt;br /&gt;and i was talking to the stall owner in bahasa indon. wtf!!&lt;br /&gt;and then back to the tragedy of spaghetti, where i was searching for dakota fanning's movie-list cos i thought she acted in some movie that involved spaghetti-sauce-drowning&lt;br /&gt;OH OH, then suddenly i was in this theatre with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;The theatre was so weird because the screen was all around the theatre and they keep changing screens for the advertisement so the audience kind of have to turn their heads everytime. its stupid actually.. OH plus before each advertisement, they had those chinese opera people to present to the audience before the advertisement was shown.&lt;br /&gt;I remember cursing at them cos they were speaking chinese and i was consistently asking my sis, "Why the fuck is this in chinese? are we watching a chinese movie or smth? What are we even watching?!?" hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to feed myself some spaghetti now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-6634474854241549695?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/6634474854241549695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=6634474854241549695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/6634474854241549695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/6634474854241549695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2008/07/krank-krank-krank.html' title='krank krank krank!'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-3969752035353309893</id><published>2008-07-11T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:52:16.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genieß den Moment</title><content type='html'>i swear there are things growing in my hair that i dont know off!&lt;br /&gt;okay that sounds sick, i know!&lt;br /&gt;been beach volleyball-ing and it is great&lt;br /&gt;i've always wanted to really really play volleyball and i havent got ppl to play with&lt;br /&gt;So its perfect cos i get a workout at the same time since my fitness is soo off&lt;br /&gt;and i hate running now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to get alot of things&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why, cos half of those things are actually redundant and totally unnecessary,&lt;br /&gt;but its just the 'I-want-that-right-now-i-dont-care-what-you-say' kind of desire&lt;br /&gt;although i'm trying so hard to save money!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG saving money is probably the best workout for me&lt;br /&gt;I literally get so worked out about it cos before i buy smth, i take forever to think&lt;br /&gt;and by the end of it, i've got perspiration dripping off my forehead&lt;br /&gt;my friends are going all like, Are you still saving money??&lt;br /&gt;i'm always in denial, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ich muss mehr Deustch reden!&lt;br /&gt;Mein Freund aus Deustchland kommt im nachstes Monat!&lt;br /&gt;Ich kann nicht warten bis er hier ist, weil er solch eine lustige Person ist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, MC'DEES ARE HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-3969752035353309893?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/3969752035353309893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=3969752035353309893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/3969752035353309893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/3969752035353309893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2008/07/genie-den-moment.html' title='Genieß den Moment'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-8698350350939069233</id><published>2008-07-01T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:13:22.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a movement of thoughts</title><content type='html'>i have alot going on in my mind right now&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i'm afraid of being emotional, or &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; emotional&lt;br /&gt;cos by the end of it, i'll be afraid of myself cos then i feel like i totally lost my identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are driven by the things around us&lt;br /&gt;people, situations, feelings, technology, authority&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i am the director of my own life&lt;br /&gt;i make my own movie, i create the scripts&lt;br /&gt;but i feel like im an entertainer;&lt;br /&gt;a performer in a show where people around me just sit as audience&lt;br /&gt;smile when i say something right&lt;br /&gt;laugh when i make a joke&lt;br /&gt;be appalled when i do something they didnt expect me to do&lt;br /&gt;they are there; their presence is obvious, but they just sit and stare&lt;br /&gt;we have a hidden connection but somehow its not really there&lt;br /&gt;now i feel like they're slowly leaving&lt;br /&gt;its as if my show is ending and they're left with 30 seconds before the Exit sign disappears&lt;br /&gt;and i'm left staring at empty seats, screaming 'shows over..'&lt;br /&gt;left alone with this string of hopeless words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-8698350350939069233?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/8698350350939069233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=8698350350939069233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/8698350350939069233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/8698350350939069233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2008/07/movement-of-thoughts.html' title='a movement of thoughts'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-1914112296492128983</id><published>2008-06-30T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T01:17:56.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A weird, eventful night</title><content type='html'>Ok this whole horoscope thing is making me freak out&lt;br /&gt;It fits perfectly to the situation&lt;br /&gt;Obviously i will not reveal what it is here so people would prolly think i'm giving free advertisement to daily horoscope review, but honestly!! it.is.so.so.so.true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTxt"&gt;Someone takes a stand against your position, but in the long run, it should only strengthen your hand. As long as you avoid overreacting, everything should work out for the best for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes perfect sense!&lt;br /&gt;It sounds really general and all, but it made me feel alot better because i dont think i've overreacted.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the other party did, but certainly not me.&lt;br /&gt;I think i was more concerned. oh well, i guess i cant please everyone here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see what they say about my horoscope, tomorrow......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="intelliTxt"&gt;Money issues are worrying you a bit, especially if other people are involved. You can't control them directly, of course, but you may be able to influence their behavior in subtler ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.my.god! i'm not trying to be all naive, but i was thinking abt money matters since just now!&lt;br /&gt;like i'm suppose to pay for school stuff and all.. oh its a long story.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i guess what i planned will happen afterall. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm gonna read about my single's love life now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-1914112296492128983?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/1914112296492128983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=1914112296492128983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/1914112296492128983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/1914112296492128983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2008/06/weird-eventful-night.html' title='A weird, eventful night'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-6849341755210292168</id><published>2008-06-26T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:46:06.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i feel inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From ocean to sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summer and fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have been there though it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From laughing and crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To pain that comes easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From shades of gray meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That turn out so sweetly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wonder when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wonder what I'll find...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I look up to the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It only hurts my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe it's the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been wanting in disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The more you are with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The more that I'm alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't need the answer I already know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subtle and grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desperate for change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My hand moves away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melt dry eyes for days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something's not right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smiles and tantrums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hit the ground running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's all over and been done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happens next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We'll stop and go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The promises has already run cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So now you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-6849341755210292168?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/6849341755210292168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=6849341755210292168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/6849341755210292168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/6849341755210292168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-i-feel-inside.html' title='what i feel inside'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-3263358270182715838</id><published>2008-03-31T17:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T17:39:23.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>denk an dich</title><content type='html'>been god knows how long since i've updated&lt;br /&gt;but what-everrrr, life's been good to me so far.&lt;br /&gt;Updates from the past:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. School school school, but hey, since when wasnt school on e list?&lt;br /&gt;2. Ilda came over from Bosnia, and it was quite a blast.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cafe del maaarrr!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Laughters with the cousins.&lt;br /&gt;5. Singing with everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures to make up for all this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R_CwZX_JUmI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZZwCicST5c0/s1600-h/y1phb-KtA6tsxEYnjFX9NKp6w50pjoERN7U0VbllIcFCbWqbvJ_zXw0udZsjw8kiWPLAQ_ym_7EXuE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R_CwZX_JUmI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZZwCicST5c0/s200/y1phb-KtA6tsxEYnjFX9NKp6w50pjoERN7U0VbllIcFCbWqbvJ_zXw0udZsjw8kiWPLAQ_ym_7EXuE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183837121085526626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R_CwZX_JUnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/I_PL_NXGTNA/s1600-h/y1phb-KtA6tsxEO-Ypbm-HinYxjDZVHXqVob7tmgdljh5a-MNfUSay9x8yJnsqFbFdaM2jpvBAVbtc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R_CwZX_JUnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/I_PL_NXGTNA/s200/y1phb-KtA6tsxEO-Ypbm-HinYxjDZVHXqVob7tmgdljh5a-MNfUSay9x8yJnsqFbFdaM2jpvBAVbtc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183837121085526642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R_CwZX_JUoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rZwvLQAJDm8/s1600-h/y1phb-KtA6tsxFinMXNDZ1QoG9lWdV8Ukqqwesgg9H6583bwUFzruGZq11iLZPwL95hOj79qaAyjbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R_CwZX_JUoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rZwvLQAJDm8/s200/y1phb-KtA6tsxFinMXNDZ1QoG9lWdV8Ukqqwesgg9H6583bwUFzruGZq11iLZPwL95hOj79qaAyjbw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183837121085526658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R_CwZn_JUpI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YXRIIQR03Fg/s1600-h/IMG_1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R_CwZn_JUpI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YXRIIQR03Fg/s200/IMG_1014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183837125380493970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R_CtRn_JUkI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hGgmjx-Tmck/s1600-h/IMG_1378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R_CtRn_JUkI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hGgmjx-Tmck/s200/IMG_1378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183833689406657090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R_CtSH_JUlI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ovbNErhzTkc/s1600-h/IMG_1406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R_CtSH_JUlI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ovbNErhzTkc/s200/IMG_1406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183833697996591698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wieohhimmel? ja, genau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-3263358270182715838?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/3263358270182715838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=3263358270182715838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/3263358270182715838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/3263358270182715838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2008/03/denk-dich.html' title='denk an dich'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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/_tKqifqCOR4E/R_CwZX_JUmI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZZwCicST5c0/s72-c/y1phb-KtA6tsxEYnjFX9NKp6w50pjoERN7U0VbllIcFCbWqbvJ_zXw0udZsjw8kiWPLAQ_ym_7EXuE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19718388.post-3912150669838613862</id><published>2008-03-10T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:34:16.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turn left, turn fucking right</title><content type='html'>"what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something amazing, &lt;i&gt;i guess&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;and that was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOTALLY WICKED!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"whats wronggggg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WHATS WRONG?&lt;/span&gt; I DONT THINK SO YOU KNOW ME.. btw, im nattt, girlfriend Yusry yang dtg dari, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LONDON&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did i say hotttt? i meant, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTTTTT!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ohh sweet nibblets! crazy angel says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whaaaat?!?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;move&lt;/span&gt; bitch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is full of chances... one day the kite your flying might just fly away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ich vermisse dich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-3912150669838613862?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/3912150669838613862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=3912150669838613862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/3912150669838613862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/3912150669838613862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2008/03/turn-left-turn-fucking-right.html' title='turn left, turn fucking right'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-933555643526316563</id><published>2008-02-06T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T21:41:55.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>was hast du gemacht?</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;You try so hard sometimes.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breathe into me the air you say your not polluting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and flatter me, tell me i am beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that i am the only one you care for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make me believe that all your good intentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will offset all the wrong you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still i'll be screaming..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think quoting lyrics is my new hobby now.&lt;br /&gt;they always fit into what im feeling as of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;beautiful words for such tragic moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Have a nice day.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't tell me what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-933555643526316563?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/933555643526316563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=933555643526316563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/933555643526316563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/933555643526316563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2008/02/was-hast-du-gemacht.html' title='was hast du gemacht?'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-9052190538538538302</id><published>2008-01-10T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T10:32:14.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am still trying to move on</title><content type='html'>ich denke, 2008 wird ein schlectes Jahr für mich.&lt;br /&gt;first week back and smth i never anticipated will happen to me, did.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess the world doesnt stop revolving just because of what happened&lt;br /&gt;life goes on right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, pictures from Brunei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( i dont know why i still bother with this blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V6JJx1BQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GA4EcSZiBO4/s1600-h/IMG_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V6JJx1BQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GA4EcSZiBO4/s200/IMG_0194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153659646257726722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                               The driveway from my uncle's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V6Kpx1BTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xli_qe7CfGU/s1600-h/IMG_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V6Kpx1BTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xli_qe7CfGU/s200/IMG_0560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153659672027530546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                               You open the door and POOF! the lounge corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V6KJx1BSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/RJLxABrVdv8/s1600-h/IMG_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V6KJx1BSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/RJLxABrVdv8/s200/IMG_0559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153659663437595938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              Underneath the spiral staircase, nice showcase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V8Gpx1BVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7UFKuJilYrM/s1600-h/IMG_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V8Gpx1BVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7UFKuJilYrM/s200/IMG_0563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153661802331309394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                             Place where we have to set up e table for every meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V8G5x1BWI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ihA2sxyKHjs/s1600-h/IMG_0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V8G5x1BWI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ihA2sxyKHjs/s200/IMG_0564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153661806626276706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              Ready..steady..go! Race e stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V6LJx1BUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8S4yME_1Ir4/s1600-h/IMG_0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V6LJx1BUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8S4yME_1Ir4/s200/IMG_0562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153659680617465154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              Uncle's scarlett seventeen showroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V8IJx1BZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GUeHuXteq1M/s1600-h/IMG_1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V8IJx1BZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GUeHuXteq1M/s200/IMG_1104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153661828101113234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              DAFFI!! Daffodil is my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V8HZx1BXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7S8lFNoSH7U/s1600-h/IMG_0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V8HZx1BXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7S8lFNoSH7U/s200/IMG_0806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153661815216211314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Auntie's nice view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V8Hpx1BYI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0gcwNLXBP7Q/s1600-h/IMG_0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V8Hpx1BYI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0gcwNLXBP7Q/s200/IMG_0877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153661819511178626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                            Floating on water and atiq's transition lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V6J5x1BRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rZkFRjnE_fw/s1600-h/IMG_0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V6J5x1BRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rZkFRjnE_fw/s200/IMG_0523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153659659142628626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              The beautiful mosque at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V-jJx1BaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/EP90D-S3jrY/s1600-h/IMG_1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V-jJx1BaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/EP90D-S3jrY/s200/IMG_1162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153664490980836770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              Pardon? Pardon? don't so grumpy iman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V-jZx1BbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/u2BNMppQADo/s1600-h/IMG_1175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V-jZx1BbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/u2BNMppQADo/s200/IMG_1175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153664495275804082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              Mein Onkel und meine Tante. Cam-whores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V-j5x1BcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/mI_5_wzFBQc/s1600-h/IMG_1245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V-j5x1BcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/mI_5_wzFBQc/s200/IMG_1245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153664503865738690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              The obscene chicken at Pasar Gadong.(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V-kZx1BdI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XYCYyuQW6q4/s1600-h/IMG_1369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V-kZx1BdI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XYCYyuQW6q4/s200/IMG_1369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153664512455673298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              The night of e bbq. i loove e set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V-kpx1BeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jLy-qELDn1g/s1600-h/IMG_1378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V-kpx1BeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jLy-qELDn1g/s200/IMG_1378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153664516750640610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              Iman channnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4WBrpx1BfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dUOQ0VPvnVY/s1600-h/IMG_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4WBrpx1BfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dUOQ0VPvnVY/s200/IMG_0221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153667935544608242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing dress up is her hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4WBsJx1BgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xl6IwXFEmvQ/s1600-h/IMG_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4WBsJx1BgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xl6IwXFEmvQ/s200/IMG_0466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153667944134542850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss her so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4WBsZx1BhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/N_WJbcJowMc/s1600-h/IMG_1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4WBsZx1BhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/N_WJbcJowMc/s200/IMG_1167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153667948429510162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Un-glam shot but best meal of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4WBs5x1BiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IXKn5msYNmg/s1600-h/IMG_0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4WBs5x1BiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IXKn5msYNmg/s200/IMG_0481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153667957019444770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to jungle gym and cam-whored instead of playing hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4WBtZx1BjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/g5PXMBmgsHk/s1600-h/IMG_1180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4WBtZx1BjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/g5PXMBmgsHk/s200/IMG_1180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153667965609379378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Atiq's attempt at emo shot but im so lazy to &lt;i&gt;layan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4WC0Zx1BlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tGavKO4_ZkQ/s1600-h/IMG_0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4WC0Zx1BlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tGavKO4_ZkQ/s200/IMG_0484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153669185380091474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go.&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna go do maths now.&lt;br /&gt;Tschuss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-9052190538538538302?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/9052190538538538302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=9052190538538538302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/9052190538538538302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/9052190538538538302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2008/01/am-still-trying-to-move-on.html' title='am still trying to move on'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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/_tKqifqCOR4E/R4V6JJx1BQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GA4EcSZiBO4/s72-c/IMG_0194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19718388.post-1526900326007427384</id><published>2007-12-05T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T00:01:34.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>read this if you're sane</title><content type='html'>When you're not breathing I beg for one more breath with you&lt;br /&gt;When you're silent, I hang on to every word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And there are no regrets with this love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've proven to love me far beyond my faults&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'll hold on to every conversation if it could be our last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't long for the past, long for what comes next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I think i want out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-1526900326007427384?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/1526900326007427384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=1526900326007427384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/1526900326007427384'/><link rel='self' 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bob and his fun!&lt;br /&gt;doubt there's any night spot since i heard Brunei isnt a night city like Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;STILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think i'm gonna have an outburst of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;how long more are we going to take?&lt;br /&gt;are we just going to ignore this space between us?&lt;br /&gt;i feel like we're both waiting to let go of one another.&lt;br /&gt;and that's something i'm hoping will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i dont want to deny my heart its chance to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i dont want to deny my self something real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is there anything left in this world that will satisfy me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pictures will never appear in this blog, dont ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;This black romance is so enticing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-1427221956507288290?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/1427221956507288290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=1427221956507288290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/1427221956507288290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/1427221956507288290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/11/youre-playing-mind-games.html' title='you&apos;re playing mind games'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-2436902506522040156</id><published>2007-11-25T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:37:42.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday bug</title><content type='html'>I honestly think if i'm gonna continue posting things up, i need to invest in a camera.&lt;br /&gt;Ya i do have one, but its pretty lousy and besides, it's always with my sisters or mom.&lt;br /&gt;I should own one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its holidayssssssssss!&lt;br /&gt;I think this holiday i'm gonna brush up on my Deustch and start working out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so unfit now cos i've been so lazy to do anything! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;durrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, now that i have time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We've gotta work work work it outtt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to pass time.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;i suddenly realise your just a faded dream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-2436902506522040156?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/2436902506522040156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=2436902506522040156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/2436902506522040156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/2436902506522040156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/11/holiday-bug.html' title='holiday bug'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-5986565337144571859</id><published>2007-11-13T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:38:05.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>Was cleaning up my cluttered desk earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok ok my maid was clearing it for me, but i've done it too many times before, i'm sick of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, i came across my old cds back when i went to Germany.&lt;br /&gt;I dont think i did a post-germany entry cos i wasn't into blogging, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm making up for it now.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few stuff that i picked out that i find interesting ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmT9sK8cZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dAf2FNflPcg/s1600-h/DSCN0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmT9sK8cZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dAf2FNflPcg/s200/DSCN0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132295938403758482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                  Hilarious picture of Sam at Bangkok airport while waiting for flight to Deustchland. Its like she's saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey hey look here, i've got a cool gadget here LOOK!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha. sweet ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmT_MK8caI/AAAAAAAAAF0/yPUQ-l5uiW4/s1600-h/DSCN0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmT_MK8caI/AAAAAAAAAF0/yPUQ-l5uiW4/s200/DSCN0171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132295964173562274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     Now this is classic. A picture of da familie! Ok, Hadi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the one in blue jacket)&lt;/span&gt; is looking away. Auntie looks blissful here. And hanis looks like a dwarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmUBMK8cbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6UJMm-5uHuY/s1600-h/DSCN0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmUBMK8cbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6UJMm-5uHuY/s200/DSCN0178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132295998533300658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Call him the cutest toddler alive already! You'd want to wish he should not grow up like his 2 brothers! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aaaa, look mama, my future playmate!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmUBsK8ccI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YP_oHD_wJaY/s1600-h/DSCN0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmUBsK8ccI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YP_oHD_wJaY/s200/DSCN0270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132296007123235266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Behold, the entry to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disneyland, PARIS!&lt;/span&gt; I am so going back there again. This time with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friends/cousin/bf/whatever except kids, ONLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmUC8K8cdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PlcYOc0AyKc/s1600-h/DSCN0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmUC8K8cdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PlcYOc0AyKc/s200/DSCN0276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132296028598071762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                          He is going to grow up to be one handsome man! He has like     chinese+malay+bosnian blood. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PFOOH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmW-sK8ceI/AAAAAAAAAGU/S4S1fS1bk5E/s1600-h/DSCN0898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmW-sK8ceI/AAAAAAAAAGU/S4S1fS1bk5E/s200/DSCN0898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132299254118511074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                            At Verona. Sempaat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmW_MK8cfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/pbbnSiuO6QY/s1600-h/IMG_0819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmW_MK8cfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/pbbnSiuO6QY/s200/IMG_0819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132299262708445682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Louvre.&lt;/span&gt; Sam and i. Ok in this picture i look shorter, but in reality, sam is just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;169cm&lt;/span&gt; while i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;174cm&lt;/span&gt;! but sam looks good here hah,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; taller&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmW_8K8cgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ulT-QHihi_Q/s1600-h/IMG_0825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmW_8K8cgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ulT-QHihi_Q/s200/IMG_0825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132299275593347586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                     The crooked building. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmXAcK8chI/AAAAAAAAAGs/CiQNgbHkW7k/s1600-h/IMG_0841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmXAcK8chI/AAAAAAAAAGs/CiQNgbHkW7k/s200/IMG_0841.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132299284183282194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     Ok i will say only Sam's amazing camera can capture this from far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmXA8K8ciI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CCesLfZcdwk/s1600-h/IMG_1052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmXA8K8ciI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CCesLfZcdwk/s200/IMG_1052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132299292773216802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       The Castle of Disneyland. Sehr schön.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmYO8K8cjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/RnCeqZrYfF4/s1600-h/IMG_1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmYO8K8cjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/RnCeqZrYfF4/s200/IMG_1539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132300632803013170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        Again, sam and her famous sign. Venice, the platz i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmYPcK8ckI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jEOAri3sKOs/s1600-h/P1010253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmYPcK8ckI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jEOAri3sKOs/s200/P1010253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132300641392947778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCHAU MAL!&lt;/span&gt; Er ist sehr niedlich! The smile people, the SMILE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmYP8K8clI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QRtf-DeehHI/s1600-h/P1010261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmYP8K8clI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QRtf-DeehHI/s200/P1010261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132300649982882386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              The crammed up car we had to sit in for more than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 hrs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmYRMK8cmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qGs6RU5x9cc/s1600-h/P1010262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmYRMK8cmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qGs6RU5x9cc/s200/P1010262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132300671457718882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        Hahaha, look at how Hakim and I are swaying to the opposite sides. Him to the left and me to the right hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmYScK8cnI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vOLLPqRAhlo/s1600-h/P1010388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmYScK8cnI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vOLLPqRAhlo/s200/P1010388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132300692932555378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               And lastly, the 3 of us at Verona. The Arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, i'm gonna try to put up-to-date pictures of what i've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I've made a promise to myself.&lt;br /&gt;And i hope i can keep it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess only the people involved would know what this promise is.&lt;br /&gt;For now, cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I've been missing you for too long now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-5986565337144571859?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/5986565337144571859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=5986565337144571859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/5986565337144571859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/5986565337144571859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/11/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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/_tKqifqCOR4E/RzmT9sK8cZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dAf2FNflPcg/s72-c/DSCN0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19718388.post-4701441769056572122</id><published>2007-11-13T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T14:23:54.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ich verstehe nicht!</title><content type='html'>I don't get LC.&lt;br /&gt;She wants everything to be all right between her and Heidi but yet she wants to push her away.&lt;br /&gt;Are the producers of The Hills dumb or what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE WANNA SEE THEM RECONCILE!&lt;/span&gt; sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the way LC reacted towards Heidi after she apologised was just COLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ICY COLD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wtf, if i had a friend like LC who wants me to admit that my bf was e one who spread rumors abt her lousy sex tape when i dont know if he really did it, she's gonna get a damn&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; punch &lt;/span&gt;from me.&lt;br /&gt;Like, LC, stop forcing Heidi to say things that she isnt sure of. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;and this is only a reality show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, its not even real.&lt;br /&gt;Rumours has it that LC and Heidi are secretly friends behind The Hills scene.&lt;br /&gt;Durr, they've been friends since forever.&lt;br /&gt;But right now, i've changed paths to be on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Team Heidi&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days are moving so slowly when you've got nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanna disappear now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-4701441769056572122?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/4701441769056572122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=4701441769056572122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/4701441769056572122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/4701441769056572122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/11/ich-verstehe-nicht.html' title='ich verstehe nicht!'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-368328168406714935</id><published>2007-11-12T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:14:29.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do when everybody's gone?</title><content type='html'>I have this strange feeling inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;One minute I'm feeling happy and the next, i just get annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just wanna shout and say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why can't you people just leave me alone?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days when i feel like socialising, and there are days when i wanna shut myself from e world.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone can change that about me.&lt;br /&gt;So don't think your words mean a hell lot to me, cos they dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word of advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never read your parent's inbox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a mistake of doing that and i'm literally getting nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly things that weren't obvious to me appear like they had a Warning sign painted across them.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm trying my best to avoid them but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;Cos my thoughts are bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly comparing those messages and what is really happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need to invest myself in a camera.&lt;br /&gt;I might be the dumbest person to operate one, but i do believe great moments should be captured.. except.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what's the point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a picture, print it out, post it online, put a frame, look back.. and then what?&lt;br /&gt;You move on with your life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying i detest the invention of a camera and its functions, its just sometimes i find them of no use. But then i'd start shrieking with amazement at some beautiful photos taken.&lt;br /&gt;Its contradiction in progress people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had to go to school today for Econs lecture.&lt;br /&gt;Was boring as usual. You know, i try my best to concentrate and listen, but nothing goes into my head. I regret alot taking Econs as a subject. I'm just not interested.&lt;br /&gt;And i've been thinking about my future &lt;u&gt;alot&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Like which course i should take in uni.&lt;br /&gt;Whether to consider going to a local uni or over-the-seas.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i'm afraid that i want to go off so much that it wont happen.&lt;br /&gt;So i guess i have to keep my options open for both.&lt;br /&gt;Though leaning closer to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; over-the-seas-side&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been meeting up with ama these past week and stayed over at her place and it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;We both kept complaining that our movie marathon is always interrupted by technology hating us cos her laptop kept pausing the movie and her dvd player just simply hate us.&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to watch movies online and surprisingly, the loading was superb!&lt;br /&gt;No buffering whatsoever.. just continuous playing.&lt;br /&gt;cept', i feel asleep halfway cos i didnt get sleep the previous night at all!&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun fun fun! Pictures soon cos ama haven't sent me anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, hope i can go to Brunei end of yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rightio. Bis später!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lachen über schlechte zeiten&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-368328168406714935?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/368328168406714935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=368328168406714935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/368328168406714935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/368328168406714935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-do-you-do-when-everybodys-gone.html' title='What do you do when everybody&apos;s gone?'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-1239831780484750857</id><published>2007-11-02T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T21:29:22.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how does it feel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=192470"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjlDT2owRmhxM0JHNlFTX213dlk0MEEAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="feeling casual" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when boredome strikes.&lt;br /&gt;Yap, all i did at home today was immersed myself in books and Deutsch.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a weird day, extraordinarily weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had all this exciting things in my head just a minute ago but i guess the daydreaming monster scared it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/Rysi0gSS0EI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FlRsc9tZLXA/s1600-h/DSC00799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/Rysi0gSS0EI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FlRsc9tZLXA/s200/DSC00799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128230886106648642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/Rysi2wSS0FI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TS_yyBFM4rg/s1600-h/DSC00791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/Rysi2wSS0FI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TS_yyBFM4rg/s200/DSC00791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128230924761354322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-1239831780484750857?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/1239831780484750857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=1239831780484750857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/1239831780484750857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/1239831780484750857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-does-it-feel.html' title='how does it feel?'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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/_tKqifqCOR4E/Rysi0gSS0EI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FlRsc9tZLXA/s72-c/DSC00799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19718388.post-4163913707795428728</id><published>2007-11-01T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T13:03:44.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it is...</title><content type='html'>I think i'm in desperate need for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;shopping&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not those crazy all-clothes kind of shopping&lt;br /&gt;I need to shop for some gadgets!&lt;br /&gt;For a modern lifestyle we live in today, i am proud to announce that i am lacking of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A decent thumb-drive&lt;/span&gt;: i really need it for transferring from one comp to another, i mean, i download songs from everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A new fucking phone&lt;/span&gt;: LG sucks big time. Yes the design is sleek and tempting and all, but the functions sucks! and so is its reception. HUGE gadget-regret this year&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An iPod travel charger&lt;/span&gt;: it sucks when your in school and you totally forgot to charge your iPod and its the only thing that can save you from your misery&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A new laptop&lt;/span&gt;: ok this is not so necessary now, but i'm so sick of Acer's lag and the huge-ness of it. a HP would be perrrrfecttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are more but i think listing them all would bring me bad luck. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(like that iTouch...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righto.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for my hair to grow long&lt;br /&gt;Yes long long longgggg. and then i can perm the bottom half and play with it!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i think i'm gonna rip Urban's idea of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"what's-in-your-bag"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"where-did-you-get-your-bag-from"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm gonna do my own twist of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; i can think of it, perhaps i can put in some lemon to it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh god shoot me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let the brain juice begin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-4163913707795428728?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/4163913707795428728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=4163913707795428728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/4163913707795428728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/4163913707795428728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-so-it-is.html' title='and so it is...'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-3583105501747611650</id><published>2007-10-31T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T12:10:44.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a whole new chapter</title><content type='html'>So i have decided that i'm gonna get this blog up and running again.&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a problem with finding a topic to rant about here but suddenly i have lots of different inspiration to hit the keyboard with my ideas.&lt;br /&gt;So the new chapter would just be random topics here and there,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not specifically aiming somewhere but its good enough for a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to make this as interesting as possible starting from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/Ryf7MQSS0CI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YBAX711p-oQ/s1600-h/hoodie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/Ryf7MQSS0CI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YBAX711p-oQ/s200/hoodie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127342888733298722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/Ryf7MgSS0DI/AAAAAAAAAFM/B1j8s3oRz1A/s1600-h/hoodie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/Ryf7MgSS0DI/AAAAAAAAAFM/B1j8s3oRz1A/s200/hoodie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127342893028266034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i don't get the idea of a sleeveless hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the main idea of a hoodie is to keep one's body warm? Like i mean from your wrist onwards&lt;br /&gt;So how does a sleeveless hoodie function? Ok, besides the fashionable point..&lt;br /&gt;I mean look at it, i think they're hideous. They make people look like they're wearing life jackets on land. Don't get me wrong, i have this obsession for hoodies, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NEVER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sleeveless hoodies.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm sure everyone has their own taste and preferences so whoever, out there who are crazy for these sleevless hoodies, let me just give you a virtual handshake and say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well done, you have reached the level where you can appreciate sleeveless hoodies"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK not that this is affecting my life or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOVING ON..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever feel like you wanna shut yourself from the outside world?&lt;br /&gt;Like ok, here's a scenario.&lt;br /&gt;One day your friend calls you up and say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"HEY! we haven't been hanging out, we should go out one day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at that moment of shrieking and getting yourself all excited,&lt;br /&gt;You picked a day and an activity with your friend but also knowingly that at the back of your head, a tiny voice says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i dont feel like doing this, i just feel like sitting at home and watch movies all day long. i haven't done that for a long time, this is the time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even then you continue planning with your friend thinking that you'll get over that tiny voice.&lt;br /&gt;So throughout the whole day your frenzied friend keeps calling you up and tells you the time the place, the CLOTHES, the people, bla bla bla..&lt;br /&gt;That tiny voice comes out again and says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"omg, she's really pushing it. the more she tells me, the more i dont wanna go. how am i suppose to disappoint her? am i really mean to do this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day, she calls you up really early in the morning and messages you like crazy asking if you have woken up and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"why are you ignoring my calls"&lt;/span&gt; kind of messages and you just feel like screaming and say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;"FUCK ALL THIS. I DONT WANNA DO THIS ANYMORE"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to make excuses in your head to avoid this and comfort yourself but you have this tiny feeling in you.&lt;br /&gt;You feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;You feel as if your the big bad wolf who ate your friend's enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;But you tell yourself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hey, i'm doing this for myself. this is my life, i control it. i dont need people to force me to do things. why should i give a fuck about what they think?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there you have it. your answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess what people dont know about me is that i'm selfish.&lt;br /&gt;yes i share my food, i share my wealth, i share everything that i have but yet i'm still selfish.&lt;br /&gt;Selfish to my own desires.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry but i have to admit it to the world that that is my biggest flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm gonna do some &lt;u&gt;re-evaluating&lt;/u&gt; about myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-3583105501747611650?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/3583105501747611650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=3583105501747611650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/3583105501747611650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/3583105501747611650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/10/whole-new-chapter.html' title='a whole new chapter'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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/_tKqifqCOR4E/Ryf7MQSS0CI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YBAX711p-oQ/s72-c/hoodie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19718388.post-8379192809333653965</id><published>2007-10-11T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:06:41.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Du bist mein</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Du bist mein&lt;/span&gt;, ich bin dein,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Des sollst du gewiss sein.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Du bist verschlossen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In meinem Herzen,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Verloren ist das Schlüsselein&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Du mußt immer drinnen sein.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-8379192809333653965?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/8379192809333653965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=8379192809333653965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/8379192809333653965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/8379192809333653965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/10/du-bist-mein.html' title='Du bist mein'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-555140648773449440</id><published>2007-08-04T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T13:59:20.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a final project.</title><content type='html'>i dont know why today is a special day.&lt;br /&gt;i think its cos today is the day i picked to finally update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;At 1st i thought of just abandoning this blog and move on but what e heck, it doesnt hurt to type something here.&lt;br /&gt;Reality is still my priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to type about how my day was or what i did today or my current achievements&lt;br /&gt;though i feel so sad that today is the 1st week out of my 20 weeks of deustchkurs that i'm at home at this time instead of getting my deustch books in my bag!&lt;br /&gt;and i'm almost forgetting what has been taught last week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aber das ist ok.&lt;br /&gt;ich habe zehn Woche zu nächstes Term!&lt;br /&gt;ich kann verbessern. kein probleme!&lt;br /&gt;(self-pity..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooohoo! i've been asked to join a band!&lt;br /&gt;finally! my dream has come true.&lt;br /&gt;Since i'm so lazy to start my own, might as well wait for invitations right.&lt;br /&gt;AND IT HAS COME!!&lt;br /&gt;let's hope i stay in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;ich habe keine mehr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-555140648773449440?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/555140648773449440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=555140648773449440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/555140648773449440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/555140648773449440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/08/final-project.html' title='a final project.'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-1365630786808188361</id><published>2007-06-12T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:12:25.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zusammen.</title><content type='html'>Out with sam yesterday and it was awesome as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Came back with slight blisters but i'm used to it.&lt;br /&gt;Not really in the mood of blogging, but i'm so freaking bored i've already finished counting the amount of hair i have on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand why they can't understand us.&lt;br /&gt;They're mad at us, but they didnt even ask our opinions.&lt;br /&gt;The one that is affected is us, not them.&lt;br /&gt;And why should I sacrifice for something that will not benefit me?&lt;br /&gt;But i guess its just me being selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i can just do what i love and fuck the rest.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, think I'm going to go daydream more about &lt;i&gt;mmm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/Rm5VD36NFRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oX51zj6GVgM/s1600-h/DSCN2973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/Rm5VD36NFRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oX51zj6GVgM/s200/DSCN2973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075087355129173266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;i had a bad dream about you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-1365630786808188361?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/1365630786808188361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=1365630786808188361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/1365630786808188361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/1365630786808188361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/06/zusammen.html' title='zusammen.'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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/_tKqifqCOR4E/Rm5VD36NFRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oX51zj6GVgM/s72-c/DSCN2973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19718388.post-2853757672989126436</id><published>2007-06-10T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T00:12:49.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>distant stares</title><content type='html'>K, maybe its time to post those pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Warning: they're quite old and its self explanatory and its mainly narcisstic shots.&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHO CARES. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/Rmwgm36NFOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/VOozbMBXFGc/s1600-h/bla3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/Rmwgm36NFOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/VOozbMBXFGc/s200/bla3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074466732354901218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/Rmwgm36NFPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gse9cYNDGq4/s1600-h/bLA5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/Rmwgm36NFPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gse9cYNDGq4/s200/bLA5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074466732354901234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RmwgCX6NFJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xsx4dP5MuM0/s1600-h/bla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RmwgCX6NFJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xsx4dP5MuM0/s200/bla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074466105289675922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RmwgCn6NFKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sHO_kPTjdDY/s1600-h/bla2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RmwgCn6NFKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sHO_kPTjdDY/s200/bla2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074466109584643234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RmwgCn6NFLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FGI_qDgdxBY/s1600-h/DSC00960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RmwgCn6NFLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FGI_qDgdxBY/s200/DSC00960.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074466109584643250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RmwgC36NFMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mdTAS2y4mzI/s1600-h/imamkak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RmwgC36NFMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mdTAS2y4mzI/s200/imamkak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074466113879610562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RmwgC36NFNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/bIF8VmUIh-8/s1600-h/imamshikin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RmwgC36NFNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/bIF8VmUIh-8/s200/imamshikin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074466113879610578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/Rmwgm36NFQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_QvvWPiUKIc/s1600-h/dafodil1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/Rmwgm36NFQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_QvvWPiUKIc/s200/dafodil1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074466732354901250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just had to post that last photo of my cousin in Brunei, IMAN!&lt;br /&gt;she has a new rabbit, daffodil! prettyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expo was dammit fun! Hilal is so cute and so is aisyah and the rest..&lt;br /&gt;Didnt expect the kids to be friendly and warm but they are.&lt;br /&gt;And Maria sang a &lt;i&gt;dangdut&lt;/i&gt; song and although i don't listen to them, it was pretty hot.&lt;br /&gt;She can sing, definitely and she dedicated the song to us!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Dennis gave me more honey sticks anyone can give me&lt;br /&gt;And Mr. &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;lways &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;elieve in &lt;b&gt;U&lt;/b&gt;rself is annoying as ever.&lt;br /&gt;Kept doing his hello hand-gesture thing, goodness!&lt;br /&gt;But of course how can i forget Adir! The cute dude.&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhh i am literally going goo goo gaga over himm.&lt;br /&gt;But his really nice and friendly! and his into metal, &lt;i&gt;chey deyba!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly though his going back to Indonesia. No more distant smiles and eyebrow raises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K its the Federer-against-Nadal match and its getting hotter!&lt;br /&gt;Kla bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;apa itu..?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-2853757672989126436?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/2853757672989126436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=2853757672989126436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/2853757672989126436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/2853757672989126436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/06/distant-stares.html' title='distant stares'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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/_tKqifqCOR4E/Rmwgm36NFOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/VOozbMBXFGc/s72-c/bla3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19718388.post-8758501759259991668</id><published>2007-06-02T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T20:26:08.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best day ever</title><content type='html'>mmhmm!&lt;br /&gt;Went out with the usual gang and it was so fun yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Had ALOT of laughs and then hung out at shikin's place!&lt;br /&gt;She really lives near the 'jungle'.&lt;br /&gt;It was dammit dark when we came over.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! going out with them again soon and i cant waittt.&lt;br /&gt;They're prolly e reason i dont think so much abt my problems.&lt;br /&gt;And my sister feels e same way too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am running out of things to say now.&lt;br /&gt;I'll let e pictures do e talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: i am so lazy to upload pictures. Maybe another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm the hero that never survived&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-8758501759259991668?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/8758501759259991668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=8758501759259991668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/8758501759259991668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/8758501759259991668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/06/best-day-ever.html' title='the best day ever'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-4798851403641362179</id><published>2007-05-27T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T17:39:17.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>1st off, GUTE ZUM GEBURTSTAG AMA!!&lt;br /&gt;einundzwanzig jahre alt! du bist alt hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;Aber, du kannst Filme R21 aufpassen!&lt;br /&gt;anywayy, everyone there looks above 21!&lt;br /&gt;WE asians look like some midgets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised my last post was on 15 May.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, guess i was too busy with school to even notice that.&lt;br /&gt;Even now i havent got much to update on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA! its Auntie's birthday too!!&lt;br /&gt;Sie ist funfunddreissig oder ist es siebenunddreissig jahre alt?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, she's still quite young anyway!&lt;br /&gt;I'm clearing some stuff and i found the pictures when hadi and hakim came down to Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RllHDfcIZMI/AAAAAAAAADs/C-j-wQCa8C8/s1600-h/hadi%28old%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RllHDfcIZMI/AAAAAAAAADs/C-j-wQCa8C8/s200/hadi%28old%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069160980886873282" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RllHDfcIZNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/iIpvZf5wWB4/s1600-h/hakim%28old%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RllHDfcIZNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/iIpvZf5wWB4/s200/hakim%28old%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069160980886873298" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanis was still inside Auntie's stomach then i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOH! its e GSS season now!&lt;br /&gt;Amaa, your missing out on the great singapore sale!&lt;br /&gt;Although i doubt i'll have enough time to shop,&lt;br /&gt;BUT I CANNOT WAIT TO HIT THEM SHOPS!&lt;br /&gt;new headphones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im done for now.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps more during e hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;There's always a chance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-4798851403641362179?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/4798851403641362179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=4798851403641362179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/4798851403641362179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/4798851403641362179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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/_tKqifqCOR4E/RllHDfcIZMI/AAAAAAAAADs/C-j-wQCa8C8/s72-c/hadi%28old%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19718388.post-9187026590947677968</id><published>2007-05-15T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T18:53:02.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am but another movie.</title><content type='html'>things haven't been going quite bad for me.&lt;br /&gt;in a way, school is just another chore for me to do,&lt;br /&gt;But it doesnt bother me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I just go to lectures, do my tutorials and shut the hell up.&lt;br /&gt;Shan't bother with all these school stuff, hoffentlich it'll be over in a yr and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ama, ich kann nicht schule mehr genießen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ich kann nicht warten, um dort zu gehen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh no! This sat's my last week for 1st term at Goethe!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss Annika so much!&lt;br /&gt;I know i've mentioned this but somehow, i feel like there's alot of people leaving me this month.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, life has to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I haven't heard from you in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;I hope nothing has happened and you haven't officially abandon me yet.&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I'm ready as much as I prove to you that I am.&lt;br /&gt;You know how it is like when one of us is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Think of what we were..&lt;br /&gt;The amorous air surrounding us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;i dont want to start a new chapter.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-9187026590947677968?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/9187026590947677968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=9187026590947677968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/9187026590947677968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/9187026590947677968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-but-another-movie.html' title='i am but another movie.'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-2093271757579520483</id><published>2007-05-07T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:12:40.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm at the top of the world</title><content type='html'>5th may was 2 days ago and it was meine schwester's geburtstag!&lt;br /&gt;Got her a polaroid and she knows why.&lt;br /&gt;Dined at this fab place in Yishun Safra club called Eatzi.&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;Loved the family bonding cos dad kept practising his chinese&lt;br /&gt;And he tries so hard to impress the waitress by thanking her in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Goddd, i swear it gets annoying sometimes but its really cute!&lt;br /&gt;Cos he can never pronounce the words properly and it really sounds like he has marbles in his mouth. He should just stick to english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm just going to school everyday and try to catch up, which i may add,&lt;br /&gt;Is a tad hard for me cos I don't think I care very much.&lt;br /&gt;Its hard for me right now due to certain reasons i shan't mention&lt;br /&gt;i cannot believe i'm up to my 9th lesson for german class!&lt;br /&gt;And Annika's going back to Germany! :(&lt;br /&gt;It won't be the same anymore, boo hoo hoo&lt;br /&gt;I'm going miss her &lt;i&gt;,Achtung!'&lt;/i&gt; and her &lt;i&gt;,Auf deustch, bitte!'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, maybe I can visit her once i am able to get my ass to germany next year!&lt;br /&gt;Ama, warten ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked how Jose Mourinho talk about his players last night,&lt;br /&gt;Although he still refuses to admit that Man U is the better team. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;MAN U IS THE CHAMPIONS BABY!&lt;br /&gt;My dad prolly hates me for saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;dear passengers, i'm sorry to inform you that our boys in blues have lost..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to make this as interesting as possible though i doubt it makes any difference.&lt;br /&gt;Literature was real fun today.&lt;br /&gt;Learnt about Desdemona's character and how she was the one who woo-ed Othello.&lt;br /&gt;She's not as pure as Brabantio thinks she is, and thats typical actually.&lt;br /&gt;Just love the way Iago accuses desdemona's and othello's courtship as only,&lt;br /&gt;Physical satisfaction. haahah&lt;br /&gt;and how he always describes their intimate moments, crudely.&lt;br /&gt;His really a one of a kind character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.now, i actually have GP mindmaps to do.&lt;br /&gt;Oh why do I even bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cos you mean more to me than anything in this world&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-2093271757579520483?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/2093271757579520483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=2093271757579520483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/2093271757579520483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/2093271757579520483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-at-top-of-world.html' title='i&apos;m at the top of the world'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-3113981236733032293</id><published>2007-05-01T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T17:39:34.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>das ist doch unhöflich</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;recall-ing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out by myself the other day, you know just to get a feel of being independent.&lt;br /&gt;i always respect people who are by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;it really shows alot about them,&lt;br /&gt;they don't care about cliques or groups or friends or even cults!&lt;br /&gt;i mean, they are brave enough to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there i was, being confident about myself,&lt;br /&gt;dining alone, shopping alone, &lt;i&gt;walking&lt;/i&gt; alone&lt;br /&gt;and there i was also, thinking that other people have the same mentality as i do&lt;br /&gt;but obviously they do not.&lt;br /&gt;Cos whenever i walk pass a bunch of people, they give me weird stares&lt;br /&gt;So at 1st i thought, ok, maybe i didnt zip my skirt, or my button popped open,&lt;br /&gt;so i go to the toilet and check, and NOPE, nothing out of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;Went out again and walk and the same thing happens.&lt;br /&gt;i did the experiment again while eating, &lt;i&gt;by myself&lt;/i&gt;, and what do you know,&lt;br /&gt;those alien-staring-at-me-game started again.&lt;br /&gt;so then i wonder, in the society we freaking live in today,&lt;br /&gt;Don't people ever feel like they should take time off from their little cliques and groups to appreciate life, &lt;b&gt;alone&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Must they stick to their little friends like super glue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this isnt just the issue here.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i feel i'm being mistreated whenever i go out alone.&lt;br /&gt;besides those weird stares, somehow people just walk through me.&lt;br /&gt;Its like im an invinsible wall.&lt;br /&gt;Just because i look like a dickhead doesn't mean im a target.&lt;br /&gt;waiters at restaurants tend to attend to big groups 1st, which i may add are difficult for them to handle, compared to a single table set aside just for me and my little backpack,&lt;br /&gt;But noo, they want to show their waiter-ing skills and choose to make me wait when it'll only take them less than 5 minutes to take my order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;menschen sind seltsam!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i thought the world is a safe place for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;guess its just not when i'm around&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-3113981236733032293?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/3113981236733032293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=3113981236733032293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/3113981236733032293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/3113981236733032293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/05/das-ist-doch-unhflich.html' title='das ist doch unhöflich'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-8945979369213461495</id><published>2007-04-28T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T00:01:20.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he was right.</title><content type='html'>poets do need pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've accumulated enough to write a thousand pages of poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i'm still thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is harder than i thought it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish this would all stop, so that i can get my anwortet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to suffer in this pain anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;the world isn't so harsh when we've got each other.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-8945979369213461495?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/8945979369213461495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=8945979369213461495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/8945979369213461495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/8945979369213461495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/04/he-was-right.html' title='he was right.'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-7513114243959374978</id><published>2007-04-25T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T14:43:40.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bedazzled.</title><content type='html'>i am patiently waiting for my hair to grow longer.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i want to test how long it can grow before i get irritated and cut it off.&lt;br /&gt;i used to want to cut my hair when it reaches the collar or shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't had long hair in a LONG LONG time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking recently, that maybe i should be different.&lt;br /&gt;not different from everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Different from what i've always been.&lt;br /&gt;Its not like i'm going to force myself or anything, afterall, i AM growing up.&lt;br /&gt;Like, its just mundane stuff that i want to change.&lt;br /&gt;Really think twice before doing something or CHOOSING something.&lt;br /&gt;I've regretted one too many times for choosing something wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;And i am not going to torture myself for the after effect.&lt;br /&gt;I know people say that we should learn from our mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;But hell! I've made more than several mistakes. and i'm to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been told in school that i should act like a girl&lt;br /&gt;i think my masculine features is more obvious than my feminine features&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'm really soft and fragile inside.&lt;br /&gt;those close to me knows that. i just dont show it and why's that?&lt;br /&gt;I'm always restricting myself from showing how i really feel.&lt;br /&gt;And thats my ultimate weakness.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i can't make myself to let out how i feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its cos i care more about other people than i do for myself.&lt;br /&gt;thats a big praise i give to myself but its my nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i care too much for people around me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i dont know whats up with those two paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i'm emo-ing. Joe's right!&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to go do some tutorials now.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;its kinda blurry.. mm, thats better.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-7513114243959374978?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/7513114243959374978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=7513114243959374978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/7513114243959374978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/7513114243959374978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/04/bedazzled.html' title='bedazzled.'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-4917273117382856280</id><published>2007-04-22T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T12:47:59.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;testing 1,&lt;br /&gt;testing 2,&lt;br /&gt;testing 3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats a pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-4917273117382856280?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/4917273117382856280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=4917273117382856280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/4917273117382856280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/4917273117382856280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-movie.html' title='new movie'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-308437946746704797</id><published>2007-04-22T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T11:22:13.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sag mir was ist bloß um uns geschehn&lt;br /&gt;Du scheinst mir auf einmal völlig fremd zu sein&lt;br /&gt;Warum geht´s mir nich mehr gut&lt;br /&gt;Wenn ich in deinen Armen liege&lt;br /&gt;Ist es egal geworden was mit uns passiert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell me what has happened to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suddenly you look at me like a completely stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I don't feel right anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I'm in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don´t you care anymore what´s happening to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wo willst du hin ich kann dich kaum noch sehn&lt;br /&gt;Unsre Eitelkeit stellt sich uns in den Weg&lt;br /&gt;Wollten wir nich alles wagen haben wir uns vielleicht verraten&lt;br /&gt;Ich hab geglaubt wir könnten echt alles ertragen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where do you want to go? I almost can't see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our pride is standing in our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Didn't we want to try everything?&lt;/span&gt; Maybe we have betrayed ourselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought we could stand it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Und es verdichtet sich die Stille über uns&lt;br /&gt;Ich versteh nich ein Wort mehr aus deinem Mund&lt;br /&gt;Haben wir zu viel versucht warum konnten wir´s nicht ahnen&lt;br /&gt;Es wird nicht leicht sein das alles einzusehn&lt;br /&gt;Irgendwo sind wir gescheitert&lt;br /&gt;Und so wie´s ist so geht´s nich weiter&lt;br /&gt;Das Ende ist schon lang geschrieben&lt;br /&gt;Und das war unsre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And silence gets thick around us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't understand your words anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did we try too many things? Why didn´t we see it coming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not going to be easy to admit all this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somewhere we failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the way it is, is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The end has been written a long time ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this was our...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Symphony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-308437946746704797?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/308437946746704797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=308437946746704797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/308437946746704797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/308437946746704797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/04/sag-mir-was-ist-blo-um-uns-geschehn-du.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-5695216565072292676</id><published>2007-04-21T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T20:57:19.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's nothing in my life thats worth writing about right now.&lt;br /&gt;So basically I'm &lt;i&gt;recovering&lt;/i&gt; from my qualen erleiden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Warum bist du vermisst werden?&lt;br /&gt;Ich hatte viele hoffe.&lt;br /&gt;Ich wirklich hass dich.&lt;br /&gt;Well, ficken dich und dein alles lügen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meine deutchkurs ist sehr interessant.&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't get to übung alltäglich,&lt;br /&gt;I can still get a hang of it..&lt;br /&gt;Like they always say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;übung machts den meister&lt;/b&gt;, stimmt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meine schule ist wirklich wirklich wirklich stress!&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin immer müde und KRANK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Amaaa, ich bin leidend! :(&lt;br /&gt;Und meine deutsch ist nicht so gut.&lt;br /&gt;I always need hilfe from the woerterbuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have alot of project work to do.&lt;br /&gt;Ficken alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;you think i'm just a piece of paper to be vandalised&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-5695216565072292676?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/5695216565072292676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=5695216565072292676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/5695216565072292676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/5695216565072292676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/04/theres-nothing-in-my-life-thats-worth.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-742891832799755641</id><published>2007-04-12T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:34:53.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm dead,&lt;br /&gt;Like the crows that have been shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you shot me,&lt;br /&gt;Shot me through the heart and through the wall that we've built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been through this again and again,&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe its my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fault for being so negative.&lt;br /&gt;My fault for thinking anything could happen.&lt;br /&gt;My fault for forcing it to be this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You left me thinking of the worst;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;And all the words I say starts to fade away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-742891832799755641?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/742891832799755641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=742891832799755641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/742891832799755641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/742891832799755641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-dead-like-crows-that-have-been-shot.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-2728512623870855168</id><published>2007-04-05T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T22:59:45.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I actually have nothing to update on so think i'll further elaborate on myself.&lt;br /&gt;Taken from ama's web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 idiosyncrasies about myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;#1 I'm actually a deep thinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 I observe things a little bit too much sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 My ears literally move whenever im nervous, happy or extremely excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 I always thought I could miraculously understand a whole new language by just staring at the words and and using my mysterious mind dictionary. but of course that never happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 I like to keep sentimental treasures. I take after my dad. I cannot throw away  &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;. Especially if there's some value to me. I think hard before throwing something. Except when I'm in my clearing-up mood. Which is rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 I think I'm turning quieter nowadays&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childhood&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What were you like as a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was real chubby and playful and got into alot of accidents and was consistently bullied by my older sister who also caused the stitches on my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was your favourite cartoon show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I watched alot of cartoon shows actually but I guess I loved Popeye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did you use to play with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Er, lots and lots of sand. And of course barbie dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How was school for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;School was real fun! We love playing at the big tree at the old Rosyth. And it wasn't as stressful as it is now. But I hated abacus! My pri. 2 teacher, ms Julia, pulled my ear whenever I got a calculation wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Teenage&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Which band did you use to go crazy about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh thats easy, Spice girls and Backstreet boys and A1! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nah, not that I can recall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#Were u more of a (geek/loner/friendly/infamous)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friendly and infamous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#First daring piercing/cool tattoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't have a DARING piercing. Mine was done when I was a baby.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#Had any significant leadership roles that was assigned to u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Does group leader count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#A "family" or a "friends" person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dream future&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Best age to settle down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Between 24-27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#Job you would like to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Psychologist or a Businesswoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#Kids? How many?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes of course. Twins! ONE pair please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#Honeymoon gateaway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Carribean or MALDIVES! but if my future husband isn't the beach-type, we'll go trekking in the jungle or climb mount kinabalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go..&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Good Friday, NO SCHOOL BABY!&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a rest from those hectic days.&lt;br /&gt;But even then, there are tons of hw to complete.&lt;br /&gt;Oh godd, its only the 2nd week.&lt;br /&gt;Its okay, I PICKED this route. Gotta stay on track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayy, looking forward to next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RhUMBB2AzUI/AAAAAAAAADc/4jVVV4Modv0/s1600-h/259793118_5fca4a8be9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RhUMBB2AzUI/AAAAAAAAADc/4jVVV4Modv0/s200/259793118_5fca4a8be9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049955768980262210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                          Before: Sam with braces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RhUMBR2AzVI/AAAAAAAAADk/egJdSRId-aM/s1600-h/441697951_e4152a4aa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RhUMBR2AzVI/AAAAAAAAADk/egJdSRId-aM/s200/441697951_e4152a4aa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049955773275229522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                            After: Sam without braces ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the best time I ever had&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-2728512623870855168?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/2728512623870855168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=2728512623870855168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/2728512623870855168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/2728512623870855168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-actually-have-nothing-to-update-on-so.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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/_tKqifqCOR4E/RhUMBB2AzUI/AAAAAAAAADc/4jVVV4Modv0/s72-c/259793118_5fca4a8be9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19718388.post-5244695050878144452</id><published>2007-03-26T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:03:52.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;K la, since my darling sam requested for an update.. i shall do just that.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; to update onn.&lt;br /&gt;Except the old boring school stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am watching this show on &lt;i&gt;suria&lt;/i&gt; called Grafiti or something&lt;br /&gt;This episode's on like internet buddies wanting to meet up but met with unseen circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;Its like the movie &lt;b&gt;Turn left, turn right&lt;/b&gt;.. or so I hope thats what its called,&lt;br /&gt;Cos i simply looove that movie!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it shows like how the girl waited for the guy and kept waiting, but he doesn't show up..&lt;br /&gt;And she thought he ditched her cos he doesn't want to meet her, but on &lt;b&gt;HIS&lt;/b&gt; end,&lt;br /&gt;He was actually caught up with finding a cab cos he gave his cab away to &lt;b&gt;HER&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;But they both didn't realise they've actually met each other.&lt;br /&gt;And after waiting for 30 mins, this guy's phone had no battery left so he couldn't contact her to tell her he'll be late. So when he finally got to the designated place for them to meet, obviously she already left.&lt;br /&gt;And he tried to keep contacting her again and again but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;So on the girl's end, she was upset and all that and said goodbye to him once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later, they 'met' again from hailing a cab.&lt;br /&gt;So since they've met before, they shared a cab bla bla bla.. and they got to know each other.&lt;br /&gt;At least its ending isn't happy nor sad.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, it wasn't an obvious happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can get my own happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;Right, gotta go do lit tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The answers are on the palm of your hand&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-5244695050878144452?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/5244695050878144452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=5244695050878144452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/5244695050878144452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/5244695050878144452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/03/k-la-since-my-darling-sam-requested-for.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-1282997643452202292</id><published>2007-03-18T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T19:02:06.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I just finished my &lt;i&gt;Heroes&lt;/i&gt; marathon last night.&lt;br /&gt;Finally found the time to watch all of them even though I bought them 4 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;(You see, whenever I buy a new dvd, I always finish watching them all within 2 days)&lt;br /&gt;So its a shock for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school starts tomorrow and in a way I cannot wait&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, I think this is going to be hard for me to change my 5 month holiday mood&lt;br /&gt;Thats about half a year gone, lazing around and munching and gaining weight for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;But come to think of it, I only have 1 and a half years of school left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;not unless I have to repeat my 1st year or something... gahh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then hoffentlich, I am off to Germany to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HOPEFULLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, but I learnt not to depend on hope too much cos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hope, dangles on a string..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So German class started yesterday and ended quite late, for a 1st day.&lt;br /&gt;It was fine, really like my teacher, Frau Annika. She's warm-looking..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the class started from scratch and I really mean scratch.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I could understand 90% of what she says in German,&lt;br /&gt;Some had no idea at all.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm looking forward to class next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel empty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like all the sentences I tried to form in my head vanishes like the wind in the dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to learn whats wrong but it kept pushing me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know if you still care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you still care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Leave me behind with all the vultures&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-1282997643452202292?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/1282997643452202292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=1282997643452202292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/1282997643452202292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/1282997643452202292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-i-just-finished-my-heroes-marathon.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-2197740885108388477</id><published>2007-03-05T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T09:09:02.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im back back backbackkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;Wookie dokies pokies people, pictures &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanillafun/show/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was awesomee, the trip.&lt;br /&gt;Really fun! Lots of laughter esp at bukit bintang hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;But that guy was freaky i must admit.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tried sisha and i dont really like it.&lt;br /&gt;It makes my throat real dry, maybe its cos it was grape flavour.&lt;br /&gt;Still prefer the fags&lt;br /&gt;I think we spend 3/4 of our time trying new sorts of food and getting ourselves addicted to jap food.&lt;br /&gt;Soba is real niceee mmm yummm&lt;br /&gt;Didnt shop much and how stupid can we be for not putting aside 50RM for zouk!&lt;br /&gt;MAMBO JAMBO AND BOOGIE NIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watched a really late night movie.. 1st movie watching in m'sia, its not bad actually.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how different can it be? Oh except they have those malay AND englis subtitles at e same time&lt;br /&gt;Disturbed me a whole lot, i actually missed some of the good parts cos i was attempting to read them both at e same time, hee.&lt;br /&gt;Hung out by this park thingy and got a free starbucks drink! That guy helped me save potential money!&lt;br /&gt;Wee, can't wait for another m'sia outing with them again.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this time we should stay longer and party more&lt;br /&gt;Ookie dokes, think im gonna stretch my back and maybe make some tiramisu hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll run away together, forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-2197740885108388477?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/2197740885108388477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=2197740885108388477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/2197740885108388477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/2197740885108388477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-back-back-backbackkkkkk-wookie_04.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-2549909725472117096</id><published>2007-02-28T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T01:34:37.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright so one more before I go off tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;This one's for sam, to the time when I told you I'd do that quiz but I was too lazy?&lt;br /&gt;Yapp! I still remember you knoww.&lt;br /&gt;And we will schedule that date when I come back ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;1. How old will you be in five years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2. Do you think you will be married by then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;No.. I don't think I'll even have my car license yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;3. What do you look forward to most in the next six weeks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Nothing actually, I lead a boring boring life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;4. Who was the last person you called?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;5. Who was the last person to call you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;6. Do you prefer to call or text?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Depends. Probably call.. when I have the mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;7. Do you have any pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;They drowned themselves in cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;8. What were you doing at 12am last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Watching replay of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Carling Cup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; with dad. I feel for John Terry, his a great captain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;9. Are your parents married/separated/divorced?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Married with occasional arguments about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nasi briyani&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;10. When was the last time you saw your mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hours and hours ago, when she went off to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;11. When is the last time you saw your dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hours and hours and hours ago, when he went off to work as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;12. How many states have you lived in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;States.. they're like capitals of countries right? =|  in that case, 8 i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;13. How many cities/towns have you lived in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Towns: 3, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;serangoon, penzberg, and someplace that I might've forgotten&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;14. Do you prefer shoes or socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I thought you're suppose to wear it together? but socks I prefer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;15. Are you a social person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hahahaha.. i dont know actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;16. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Toothpaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;17. What is your favorite ice cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;That gelato.. cookies n cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;18. What is your favorite dessert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Cendol!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;19. How do you like your eggs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Eggs makes my fart stink. I hate those half-boiled eggs but omeletes are nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;20. What kind of jelly do you like on your PB &amp; J sandwich?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;strawberry!! its always peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwich for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;21. Do you like coffee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oooh yes. but not all the time. I like latte macchiato in germany though, not here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;22. How many glasses of water a day do you drink on average?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I drink 2 litres of water. i guess thats 10 glasses? but how would I know how big my glass is? i have a variety! jeez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;23. What do you drink in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Mineral water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;24. Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Depends on my mood. If I was real tired, it wouldn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;25. Do you sleep on a certain side of the bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Nope, I toss and turn, ALOT. Ask my sister (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;27. Do you like to cuddle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yess. esp when its cold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;28. Have you ever been to Canada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sadly no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;29. Do you eat out or at home moreoften?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My mom rarely cooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;30. Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yeaa! Sharukh Khan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;31. Do you want kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Mmmhmm, just not like hakim and hadi combined. More of like hanis alone! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;32. Do you speak any other languages?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yeah I can speak malay, a little bit of arab, german and the littlest of french. Salut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;33. Have you ever gotten stitches?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yap, on my forehead. I still can't recall what actually happened. but I know it involved my older sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;34. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I rode in a van that is similar to an ambulance before! does that count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;35. Do you prefer an ocean or a pool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ocean definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;36. Do you prefer a window seat or an aisle seats?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I sat at a window seat for like 15 minutes and hated it, despite the gorgeous view. Aisle seats give me a sense of freedom and control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;37. Do you know how to drive a stickshift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;38. What do you like spending your money on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Body lotions, they make your skin smell terrific!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;39. Do you wear any jewelry 24/7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yea, my studded ear rings, except when I'm changing/washing them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;40. Can you roll your tongue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yess, wanna see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;41. Who is the funniest person you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My sister, but she's the mean-est too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;42. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Nope, I don't have any that survived till today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;43. What is the main ring tone on your phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Some guitar thing my brother gave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;44. Do you still have clothes from when you were little?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I gave it all away, even the pretty kimono!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;45. What color are your bedroom walls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I can see very little of it, but I think its white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;46. Do you turn off the water while you brush your teeth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;When I'm at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;47. Do you sleep with your closet doors opened or closed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Closed, I'm paranoid that my clothes will walk out on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;48. Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of killer bees?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Killer bees. No reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;49. What do you dip a chicken nugget in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Chilli or black pepper sauce, although they give me occasional sore throats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;50. Can you change the oil on a car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Nahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;51. Have you ever gotten a speeding ticket?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;52. Do you dance in the car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A huhh. When we were on the way to the flughafen on my last day in germany with sam and eena and hanis and hakim while hadi, the party pooper cried all the way. It was awesomee. And also with my dad when he was driving out of a parking lot. Fun times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Alright, its almost 2 am now. Think I ought to get some shut eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your my hero that never happened&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-2549909725472117096?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/2549909725472117096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=2549909725472117096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/2549909725472117096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/2549909725472117096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/02/alright-so-one-more-before-i-go-off.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-2315968899828719583</id><published>2007-02-25T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:35:15.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay this is so long time ago but I realised I have too much time on my hands.. so!&lt;br /&gt;This was when i-cant-remember-when, when Farid went out with us and acted like a total maniac.&lt;br /&gt;It was our cam-whoring day definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGrusc-ATI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1v4Xrj2KzA8/s1600-h/DSCN15112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGrusc-ATI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1v4Xrj2KzA8/s200/DSCN15112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035494677071921458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Farid thinks smelling his armpits is cool                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGqKcc-ASI/AAAAAAAAABw/TK5wTfYe3rA/s1600-h/DSCN1503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGqKcc-ASI/AAAAAAAAABw/TK5wTfYe3rA/s200/DSCN1503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035492954790035746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  I like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGpXsc-AMI/AAAAAAAAABA/P6nU-OSwf1s/s1600-h/DSCN1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGpXsc-AMI/AAAAAAAAABA/P6nU-OSwf1s/s200/DSCN1443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035492082911674562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             OOH we hung out at POW with shereen while filming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGpX8c-ANI/AAAAAAAAABI/gBWzjBTaNBY/s1600-h/DSCN1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGpX8c-ANI/AAAAAAAAABI/gBWzjBTaNBY/s200/DSCN1490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035492087206641874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         Action City,&lt;i&gt;YEAH!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGpX8c-AOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tBpeIHUOSP4/s1600-h/DSCN1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGpX8c-AOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tBpeIHUOSP4/s200/DSCN1496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035492087206641890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   I told Farid to use conditioner.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGpYMc-API/AAAAAAAAABY/r80_BAPw2gU/s1600-h/DSCN1498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGpYMc-API/AAAAAAAAABY/r80_BAPw2gU/s200/DSCN1498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035492091501609202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGpYMc-AQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9xdcPRux75U/s1600-h/DSCN1501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGpYMc-AQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9xdcPRux75U/s200/DSCN1501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035492091501609218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGoBcc-AHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/WuKVxkFp8DQ/s1600-h/DSCN1394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGoBcc-AHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/WuKVxkFp8DQ/s200/DSCN1394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035490601147957362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   OOOH on the way to spa, NOW i remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGoB8c-AJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6Aae9b06Qho/s1600-h/DSCN1413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGoB8c-AJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6Aae9b06Qho/s200/DSCN1413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035490609737891986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                     Chinatown is really cultural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGoCMc-AKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CiOp6ujyIRk/s1600-h/DSCN1410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGoCMc-AKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CiOp6ujyIRk/s200/DSCN1410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035490614032859298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGoCMc-ALI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lbYc_HqnFqU/s1600-h/DSCN1415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGoCMc-ALI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lbYc_HqnFqU/s200/DSCN1415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035490614032859314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGru8c-AUI/AAAAAAAAACA/s1Hsf8RWTnM/s1600-h/DSCN1407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGru8c-AUI/AAAAAAAAACA/s1Hsf8RWTnM/s200/DSCN1407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035494681366888770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         I love this shot. Can't believe this is Sgpore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Get out of my life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-2315968899828719583?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/2315968899828719583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=2315968899828719583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/2315968899828719583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/2315968899828719583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay-this-is-so-long-time-ago-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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/_tKqifqCOR4E/ReGrusc-ATI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1v4Xrj2KzA8/s72-c/DSCN15112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19718388.post-2670242237510036198</id><published>2007-02-21T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T10:17:37.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its contagious, it really is.&lt;br /&gt;All this talk about missing secondary friends and all that&lt;br /&gt;In a way it feels weird not having anything to think about cos I didn't really have many close friends except the few.&lt;br /&gt;And I am really thankful to my close friends that helped me through all that I've been through.&lt;br /&gt;Just a shout out though;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAK!&lt;/span&gt; my ever best friend that I know will always be there for me and who never fails to make me laugh. You're someone who I can listen to and be listened, &lt;i&gt;even though you don't really care&lt;/i&gt;. As much as we fight 50% of the time, we had fun 50% of the time too. We can talk almost about anything under the sun, moon and stars! Although I don't show it, I really do love you. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAM!&lt;/span&gt; my closest of the closest beeatch. Jeez, we've been through like alot haven't we? Mostly ups but also occasionally downs. I had a blast with you in Germany. I wouldn't pick anyone else to roam the streets of Salzburg or Venizia or Verona or even Bayern Munich! I know you'll be there for me and we'll always have that bitching session by the beach while battling the scorching hot sun even though either of us are busy with life. hah But you know you'll always be my princess, love ya bitch ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHAUN!&lt;/span&gt; Jeez doode, where have &lt;b&gt;we&lt;/b&gt; gone to?!? You're like my number one advice person! Whenever either of us has a problem, we know who to turn to. And its usually worth it aye? You're really awesome to hang out with. I never had a problem worrying what we'll do when we go out. Its always a blast. All the laughing and talking and bitching and crapping, its all worth it. Its just sad you have to go to Australia and I can't find the friggin time to hang out with you. But you'll know I'm here with my cell switched on for you to beep ok hahaha. Alright &lt;i&gt;mate&lt;/i&gt;, I  love ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JEANIE THAM!&lt;/span&gt; hahaha, you're like the most drama person I know. I mean it in a good way though. Phooh, whenever I see you, surely I'll crack up and laugh cos you're real cheerful and dramatic. You're like the best debater in 4i la! &lt;i&gt;with exception to po chun&lt;/i&gt;. But honestly, miss you like crazy man. Haven't seen you since results and I want my roller coaster pictures! Ok, so you know you can come by my place anytime to rummage through my treasure chest full of dvds and we'll really watch them this time ok? NO LOCI! Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MELVIN WONG!&lt;/span&gt; Eh chinkie! I know you don't read my blog even though you sat next to me in class for 2 years alr! OMG MELVIN HOW COULD YOU?? Hah, mel, you're like the most nicest, friendliest, mean-est, dumbest guy I've ever met. We met in primary school and pfft, you're still the same person up till now. Hahaha. I meant the you-still-look-young-and-cute part. I'm sure you've matured. hah. Okay. Thanks for making me smile when I'm in a bad mood and thanks for all that maths help even though I still beat you in Binomial Theorem. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LL!&lt;/span&gt; Hey, although we had our break out.. you're still a friend to me and yeah. I just wanted to remind you how much fun I had when we went to Denmark. The shopping spree in H&amp;M and deciding which bag and belt to get. I know you still regret not getting that awesome green belt. I saw it the other day in Munich though. hahah. Well, All the best to you and we'll meet up one day for prata ok? ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LINA CHOO!&lt;/span&gt; Omg what the hell happen to us man? You're like the first person I turn to if I had my ugly-fat days. hahah. You're always pushing me to run the extra mile and I admire your stamina on the tracks. I'm still training myself to get that you know (;  But Lina, you're really one of a kind. I enjoyed all those talks we used to have in class and I also really admire the studious side of you. I'm sure you'll do great in JC and life. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMA! &lt;/span&gt;you're probably still sleeping in Penzberg. Hahah. Eh i miss you so much la ok! You have yet to go to Blu and tell sam and I how it is!! So better fulfill that ok? I really really love my german trip when you're around. Especially the shopping part. and the eating-obsession part, &lt;i&gt;HANUTA!!&lt;/i&gt; I'm sure you'll be able to converse in German with auntie soon enough! I'll see you again in 2 years ok? Ich liebe dich eena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARCOS!&lt;/span&gt; Hey silly bum. You're one special person to me cos although you're not here, I can sometimes feel your presence. Although I've wished for this multiple times before, I'm sure one day we'll finally lock eyes (:&lt;br /&gt;You never fail to make me feel better everytime I'm down and we never fail to pretend and make believe. All our imaginary games and tea parties are more than worth it. I enjoy every conversation we had and as much as I am angry at the distance and how its ruining everything, you know how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take a walk now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Still mad as hell&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-2670242237510036198?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/2670242237510036198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=2670242237510036198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/2670242237510036198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/2670242237510036198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-contagious-it-really-is.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-1410306057130143461</id><published>2007-02-15T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T12:04:07.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just felt a need to update on things&lt;br /&gt;Cannot wait for KL trip with sis and her friends&lt;br /&gt;A.W.A.Y from everyone, &lt;i&gt;even though its just KL, but its not about the place.. its about the people&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Just like Dad said, so thats why I've gotta drag myself to KL/MELAKA this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;But as long as their happy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot wait to start German classes next month, get rid of all my doubts on the grammar(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Masculine, Neuter, Feminine.. wtf are they?!?!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my loveliest sister yesterday and had the most heavenly lunchh.&lt;br /&gt;Penne with prawns and mushroom, &lt;b&gt;soaked&lt;/b&gt; with mozarella cheese. (was it? I'm too cheese-struck to remember)&lt;br /&gt;Went window-shopping but she ends up getting a new tote bag which is superb!&lt;br /&gt;I am so obsessed with handbags right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I eye-kissed this guy..aaaaaa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we made our way to TPY to meet up with Zara and their friends&lt;br /&gt;But met this super nice and clean-looking guy, whose actually sis's friend&lt;br /&gt;Another, aaaaa&lt;br /&gt;BUT back to topic, we bought spa vouchers!&lt;br /&gt;So yaay, we're off to a spa this friday.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, something to look forward too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think I'm going to drown myself in a pool of melted cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-1410306057130143461?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/1410306057130143461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=1410306057130143461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/1410306057130143461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/1410306057130143461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-just-felt-need-to-update-on-things.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-5820542964440223429</id><published>2007-02-15T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T11:49:54.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RdPYBWqPEBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Uy4M3IajpX8/s1600-h/Bobby_%282006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKqifqCOR4E/RdPYBWqPEBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Uy4M3IajpX8/s200/Bobby_%282006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031602726477172754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A recommended movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Something I'll always have&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Family/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-5820542964440223429?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/5820542964440223429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=5820542964440223429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/5820542964440223429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/5820542964440223429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/02/recommended-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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/_tKqifqCOR4E/RdPYBWqPEBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Uy4M3IajpX8/s72-c/Bobby_%282006%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19718388.post-5577350894150947103</id><published>2007-02-05T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T12:48:18.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its another new week today.&lt;br /&gt;Another boring week. But least I made plans with a few people this week, &lt;i&gt;phew!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Shereen's birthday-chalet-bbq the other night.&lt;br /&gt;Phwoar, I think I ate 2 days worth of food. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;But today is a new day and I don't think I dare to go into the kitchen right now.&lt;br /&gt;And I promised Hanisah this week to hit the gym so woopie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I think someone just shoot me some sleeping ooze cos I suddenly feel sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;And I already bathed! Its only 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;k I am off man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-5577350894150947103?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/5577350894150947103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=5577350894150947103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/5577350894150947103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/5577350894150947103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-another-new-week-today.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-117031092612653412</id><published>2007-02-01T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T14:22:06.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I got woken up by the sounds of my older sister asking if she dressed ok for school.&lt;br /&gt;Let me remind you, &lt;i&gt;esp my sister&lt;/i&gt;, that I have been sleeping at 4 everyday and I freaking need my sleep!&lt;br /&gt;So let's count shall we, 10 hours of sleep.... which means I have to wake up by 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; when you want to ask me if you dressed okay, could you at least do it &lt;u&gt;after 2?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danke schön.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm getting a hang of structuring my sentences in German.&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to ee-na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Du bist klug&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I am off for my 4th lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Right after I get my ass to the bathroom and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shower&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clean my room&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vacuum the house&lt;/span&gt;, and possibly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do some dishes&lt;/span&gt; oder even do some&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; jumping jacks &lt;/span&gt;huh.&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Ich bin &lt;u&gt;krank&lt;/u&gt; und &lt;u&gt;müde&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-117031092612653412?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/117031092612653412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=117031092612653412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/117031092612653412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/117031092612653412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-i-got-woken-up-by-sounds-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-117007300431141171</id><published>2007-01-29T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:16:44.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/614403/IMG_1022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/147281/IMG_1022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We took a ride in disneyland and this was the Big Thunder Mountain or smth. It was awesome. Except the waiting part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/900285/DSCN0937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/806144/DSCN0937.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gondolas lined up outside a hotel in Venice. Very neat and tidy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/941171/DSCN0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/255301/DSCN0276.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hakim! He hates posing I think. Handsome guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/623667/IMG_0950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/730267/IMG_0950.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/744380/DSCN0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/465096/DSCN0070.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanis Aiman! My love one! &lt;i&gt;Han auf Mia!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/779427/DSCN0356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/598322/DSCN0356.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adorable to the outmost maximum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/450675/DSCN0846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/394969/DSCN0846.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/936381/DSCN0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/328428/DSCN0318.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The family. Erm, very peaceful and er, quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/523056/IMG_1083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/192073/IMG_1083.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/205074/P1010266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/593113/P1010266.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hail the Eiffel Tower people. ITS HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/250665/DSCN0409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/885707/DSCN0409.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Auntie and Hakim. Hakim looks so cute here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/634350/DSCN0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/445204/DSCN0347.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/773660/P1010270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/585671/P1010270.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/428621/P1010306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/647954/P1010306.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At The Louvre, Paris. This was where we got scolded by Auntie for not wearing our coats hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/417740/IMG_1540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/563479/IMG_1540.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Venice. Beautiful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/81032/P1010359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/376219/P1010359.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/342053/IMG_1047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/303509/IMG_1047.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carousel in Disneyland!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/228352/P1010276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/579541/P1010276.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/771391/P1010388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/946739/P1010388.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the Arena where Achilles fought. It was renovating at that time, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/634043/P1010407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/963075/P1010407.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/608718/snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/714433/snowman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr Snowman says Hallo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/167144/P1010431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/642027/P1010431.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-117007300431141171?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/117007300431141171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=117007300431141171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/117007300431141171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/117007300431141171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/01/we-took-ride-in-disneyland-and-this.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-117006526394591437</id><published>2007-01-29T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T18:07:43.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay my sister is right, This place is d-e-a-d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh great! I can still spell.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Hallo! Guten Tag i guess for now.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 11 plus-pm, after late dinner with family.&lt;br /&gt;Plane ride was surprisingly fast and furious.&lt;br /&gt;I only watched &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; movie, &lt;i&gt;The Last Kiss&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And several sitcoms including PB of course!&lt;br /&gt;Was really really exhausted from the car ride on e way to Flughafen&lt;br /&gt;Hadi was crying and crying and crying and it didnt help we had our own-made dance floor right there in the Volkswagen!&lt;br /&gt;Was one hell of a goodbye-partay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Hanis scratched me thrice on the face.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe I am listening to Antenne Bayern online.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be missing München yet can I?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am for awhile now. The chaos in the house every morning and all that.&lt;br /&gt;And.. &lt;i&gt;Come on girls, we have to do this, but very fast!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the constant use of phrases like &lt;i&gt;Sprichst du Englisch?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on every account of us having to ask people for directions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, except for when Amalyna is around and can manage the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT! Pictures people!&lt;br /&gt;I'll type more later. Have to start unpacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hanuta obessessed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/439469/IMG_0951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/214123/IMG_0951.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/858040/DSCN0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/243673/DSCN0282.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/173408/P1010302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/801231/P1010302.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/716960/IMG_1014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/622367/IMG_1014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/262104/P1010310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/487709/P1010310.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/147570/DSCN0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/390750/DSCN0127.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/225479/IMG_0727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/555196/IMG_0727.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/421836/DSCN0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/746671/DSCN0126.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/899692/DSCN0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/603071/DSCN0207.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/948859/DSCN0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/902298/DSCN0148.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/184913/DSCN0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/959443/DSCN0102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/473017/DSCN0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/895213/DSCN0062.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/24465/DSCN0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/106085/DSCN0051.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/635588/DSCN0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/378248/DSCN0052.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/712615/DSCN0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/195680/DSCN0060.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, so I'll post the Italy pictures through photobucket. Tchüse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-117006526394591437?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/117006526394591437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=117006526394591437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/117006526394591437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/117006526394591437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay-my-sister-is-right-this-place-is.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-116825165424710628</id><published>2007-01-08T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T18:20:54.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hallo suckas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes yes, I found my way here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right into the realm of coldness cum waiting for the freaking snow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stayed our first night here and then went off to Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eiffel tower is beautiful but real huge and mechanical-looking.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would've enjoyed my day in Disneyland if it hadn't been really cold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Freezing my poor hands up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But LOVE the roller coaster rides, duh who wouldnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We waited for literally 60 minutes in a place packed with all sorts of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the ride is definitely worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;The big thunder mountain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its so boring here I can die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The 2 boys are gone to school and amalyna is off for her 1st german lesson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BORINGGGG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting for her to finish class and then we're off to town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right, shall include some pictures shall i? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your welcome (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit: Cant get the pictures to load. No idea what is wrong with the system here. So stay tuned? Es toot meer lyt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;So I'm the bad one now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-116825165424710628?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/116825165424710628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=116825165424710628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116825165424710628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116825165424710628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/01/hallo-suckas.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-116765918010692884</id><published>2007-01-01T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:46:20.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Welcome to a new year, welcome welcome welcome!&lt;br /&gt;How exciting!! A NEW FREAKING YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;What&lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt from Brunei came by today with Uncle Bob and their daughter!&lt;br /&gt;She's really big now. And as usual, real adorable!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, they also brought her daughter's cousin, Huda!&lt;br /&gt;I looove her hair!! Smooth and cutylicious!&lt;br /&gt;She's super pretty and smart as hell!&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh and my aunt says i might be able to visit Frankfurt while I'm in Germany!&lt;br /&gt;OOOOH YEAAA BABY!!&lt;br /&gt;Cant freaking wait! Its a day from now balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, no mood to blog much now.&lt;br /&gt;The suite life have already started! CIAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-116765918010692884?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/116765918010692884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=116765918010692884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116765918010692884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116765918010692884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2007/01/welcome-to-new-year-welcome-welcome_01.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-116720685117475786</id><published>2006-12-27T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T16:07:31.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok I am going to make this worthwhile since my internet is LACKING today.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking slow. Annoys me to the maximum.&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't done this since I've gone and came back from Pahang and KL,&lt;br /&gt;Feels weird already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did alot of shopping in KL, sort off.&lt;br /&gt;Got myself a nice leather glove for Germany.&lt;br /&gt;Still &lt;u&gt;cannot&lt;/u&gt; wait for the trip although its &lt;b&gt;next&lt;/b&gt; Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Got all the confirmations for the flight and all.&lt;br /&gt;Finally finally and finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Sam yesterday to shop for winter things.&lt;br /&gt;Got a SUPER thick winter jacket, leg warmers and my nice orange scarf.&lt;br /&gt;Going to drag dad over to Cheenatown to get my boots.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting back with Sam was fun. Had loads to talk about&lt;br /&gt;Miss that crazyass like shit but no worries, 3 weeks with her&lt;br /&gt;Now all I need to do is tolerate her craziness.&lt;br /&gt;I think i can handle that, aye Sam? (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I LOVE MY GRANDMA TO DEATH DEATH DEATH!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, i think I've eaten like a thousand different chocolates already!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go do some work out now.&lt;br /&gt;Till Germany I guess, Ciao Bellos and Bellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll get there before you do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-116720685117475786?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/116720685117475786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=116720685117475786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116720685117475786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116720685117475786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok-i-am-going-to-make-this-worthwhile.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-116627417767102984</id><published>2006-12-16T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T21:02:57.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Righto here we go!&lt;br /&gt;1st thing sam, the quiz on your blog,&lt;br /&gt;Almost everything the same ok?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, too lazy to type the whole xx thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooos! Today had to go to some Business Club thing,&lt;br /&gt;That mom forced me to go.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun I guess in a way.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly lecture about how to be a writer and a good entrepreneur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shame though i didnt bring my stuff to sell there.&lt;br /&gt;But am going to another venue tmrw to do that.&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for people to pay up for my jewelery.&lt;br /&gt;Almost getting the cost of my flight!&lt;br /&gt;Wooohoo! We're off on 3rd Jan!&lt;br /&gt;Thats in about 2/3 weeks time?&lt;br /&gt;Right, that much time to make my money.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, cancel off next week since im off for holiday&lt;br /&gt;Pahang baby! THE BEACH!!&lt;br /&gt;Although, I dont remember how it looks like, but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must find a day to go out with Sam since its been god knows how long since we've met.&lt;br /&gt;Miss my little petunia now TSK TSKKK.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i have hardly any ideas to write anything so I'm off for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my little pumkin, &lt;i&gt;Feb is fine with me :]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Maybe the sun will shine again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-116627417767102984?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/116627417767102984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=116627417767102984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116627417767102984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116627417767102984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/12/righto-here-we-go-1st-thing-sam-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-116600858136303927</id><published>2006-12-13T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T19:16:21.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think its fate.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, fate!&lt;br /&gt;I walked into Carrefour today and out of &lt;u&gt;ALL&lt;/u&gt; the biscuits I picked,&lt;br /&gt;I chose to pick &lt;b&gt;Leibniz, Minis Choco&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And guess where it originated from?&lt;br /&gt;GERMANY!&lt;br /&gt;I swear I didnt check where it came from before the purchase.&lt;br /&gt;So as I sit here eating the minis choco, and checking out the ingredients,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You'll never know what sick things they put inside your biscuits&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that my sister has asked me to go watch an episode of Prison Break with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got a new ipod!&lt;br /&gt;A replacement actually.&lt;br /&gt;Yay great, need to transfer ALL of my songs, &lt;i&gt;again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well, off i go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quality since 1891&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-116600858136303927?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/116600858136303927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=116600858136303927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116600858136303927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116600858136303927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-think-its-fate.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-116574125939304513</id><published>2006-12-10T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T17:00:59.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've come to announce something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suffer from a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;mild obsessive-compulsive disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also known as &lt;i&gt;OCD&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If any of you havent' heard of it, I'll be more than glad to share what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, OCD, is an anxiety disorder and is characterized by recurrent, unwanted thoughts (obsessions) and/or repetitive behaviors (compulsions). Repetitive behaviors such as handwashing, counting, checking, or cleaning are often performed with the hope of preventing obsessive thoughts or making them go away. Performing these so-called "rituals," however, provides only temporary relief, and not performing them markedly increases anxiety.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope it does not get worser than it already is.&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Oh shit, I got to cut my nails!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-116574125939304513?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/116574125939304513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=116574125939304513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116574125939304513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116574125939304513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-come-to-announce-something.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-116549286515404143</id><published>2006-12-07T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T20:01:05.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right so im feeling better today,&lt;br /&gt;Though i still have that phlegm to think about..&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOOS! I finally found photos to put up in this boring boring blog.&lt;br /&gt;Not really random, but super old ones, still pretty, nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up to my dimwit, the christmas tree i promised to show ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/857168/Picture%2812%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/741851/Picture%2812%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry it isnt all that pretty or clear darl.&lt;br /&gt;But you can still see the outline of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;Its even prettier in real you know!&lt;br /&gt;Sissy and i were so fascinated by it and we imitated those tourist who stood by the traffic to take photos.&lt;br /&gt;We were more &lt;i&gt;kan chiong (sp?)&lt;/i&gt; than the tourists I must admit.&lt;br /&gt;Yess, thats us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, iv got a photo of sam's back when we visited Vivocity like weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to get a paparazzi shot of sam, but i doubt i succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;What&lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;, here it is anyway. This one's for you tweet. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/269920/Picture%2831%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/784670/Picture%2831%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Ok, its worser than i thought. =| )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So lets move on shall we.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who went to the esplanade &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;WEEKS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not sure if they still have it now..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was this exhibition on figures made of wire,&lt;br /&gt;And my sister and I thought it was er, art!&lt;br /&gt;They're real pretty. Looks like my pri.6 art project though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/962348/Picture%2817%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/721654/Picture%2817%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/39220/Picture%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/239173/Picture%2814%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/497875/Picture%2813%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/112757/Picture%2813%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/385095/Picture%2819%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/738897/Picture%2819%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right, so like i've said, random photos and all.&lt;br /&gt;Here's another batch that I took not very far back.&lt;br /&gt;Shereen sweetheart helped me and my sister achieved our desire of a free haircut,&lt;br /&gt;And the process of it are the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I swear she's gonna kill me when she finds out her photo here.&lt;br /&gt;Or so i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/537039/Picture%2820%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/895728/Picture%2820%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/27077/Picture%2826%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/64227/Picture%2826%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/624966/Picture%2833%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/317704/Picture%2833%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/626160/Picture%2823%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/331395/Picture%2823%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So second last batch and i swear I'll be done.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? CHALET PHOTOS!!&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know I took em until late at night, I was going through the folders and POOF!&lt;br /&gt;It isnt much, but its the photos of people I spent my last two/four years with.&lt;br /&gt;I'll guide you through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/167024/Picture%2837%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/638445/Picture%2837%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                               JEANIE THAM [SOMETHING SOMETHING]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/621953/Picture%2839%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/680812/Picture%2839%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                      &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My darling sam. You can never get a shot of her like this. I call this a lucky shot. ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/437915/Picture%2845%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/489829/Picture%2845%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                              Melvin found something in him that he must share. I still wonder how I went through everyday   sitting next to him, without breaking down. Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/91679/Picture%2838%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/776341/Picture%2838%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 SWEE HAOOOO!! Retro guyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/890485/Picture%2848%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/558353/Picture%2848%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  Shu wen and I. I had to wake her up for this hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I knew photos will make things seem more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Okay i have to pee now.&lt;br /&gt;OH! but before thattt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/1600/780342/Picture%2850%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4594/265/200/167217/Picture%2850%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SAY HELLO TO MY SWEETIE PIE BUNNY CHEEKY BOO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-116549286515404143?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/116549286515404143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=116549286515404143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116549286515404143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116549286515404143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/12/right-so-im-feeling-better-today.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-116540557968183974</id><published>2006-12-06T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T19:46:19.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just realised something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Im lazy to update&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my ideas are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhh, ciao bella bella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-116540557968183974?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/116540557968183974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=116540557968183974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116540557968183974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116540557968183974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-just-realised-something.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-116488248320039263</id><published>2006-11-30T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T18:45:12.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright! Let's get to it.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; is talking about coming back from chalet and all,&lt;br /&gt;But im gonna say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I CAME BACK FROM MY GRAN'S PLACE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite unexpected actually.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess i wasnt ready to go home.&lt;br /&gt;LALE AND SAN SAN was there toooo. OMIGOSHH, san san can talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did absolutely nothing but watch teevee and play with the boys&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sung loads of kid's songs too! hah, love them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you, you love me&lt;br /&gt;We are happy family,&lt;br /&gt;With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you,&lt;br /&gt;MWAH,&lt;br /&gt;Won't you say you love me too!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept like a pig over there cos im super tired.&lt;br /&gt;Figured i spent 1/4 of the chalet time in bus rides.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if i spend another 15 mins in a bus, i swear imma burst.&lt;br /&gt;BUTT! Bought like a coat and a croc belt and a nice shiny bag at SA and phooh,&lt;br /&gt;Costs super cheap!!&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna drag mom to e potong pasir's SA. YAYAYAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week's another week gone without achieving anything from e business.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe 30 bucks, but omg i have so much more to make.&lt;br /&gt;Righto, shall sit and design the beads later on.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, know what, maybe i WILL say things about chalet and concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right chalet first.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i almost cant stay over cos parents are still bitter,&lt;br /&gt;BUT I MANAGED TO CONVINCE MOMMM.&lt;br /&gt;im sucha good convince-r. =D&lt;br /&gt;So er, it was raining on the first day, BORINGGG.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole day watching movies and slacking, playing cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LEARNT HOW TO PLAY MURDERER AND CHEAT!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought cheat is quite fun to play, altho i always get caught.&lt;br /&gt;Murderer is nice too! I never got killed you knowww. =D&lt;br /&gt;First night had to squeeze with maureen and sam for a bed,&lt;br /&gt;Eh but i walked by the beach for awhile though its a very dirty beach.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with aches on my body thanks to sam! hahah, im kidding.&lt;br /&gt;OH OH!! SWEE HAO FREAKING FELL ON K.FONG OKK!!!&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was so hilarious. We woke up laughing like monkeys hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH SECOND DAY WAS THE FUNNEST!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sort off.&lt;br /&gt;Did nothing in e morning except more card games!!&lt;br /&gt;Went SA with sam and got lost and shoo-ed by police officers LMAO&lt;br /&gt;But came back just in time for BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;OOH i love buttering the chicken and flipping them with the tongs.&lt;br /&gt;Tongs are great tools to play with, really. I mean it literally! ;]&lt;br /&gt;Okay so flipping the chicks was quite tiring cos the bbq wasnt really hot,&lt;br /&gt;SO IT TOOK BLOODY LONG!&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, we all had fun on the bbq night.&lt;br /&gt;LL had a birthday candles for her body, thanks to mine and jeanie's idea! :D&lt;br /&gt;It was touching okk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we played murderer the WHOLE night.&lt;br /&gt;Think like 3/4 of e class went back that night so it was left with like 14 of us?&lt;br /&gt;Ghost-story was fun too though i was wishing Lina would tell me her bus story!&lt;br /&gt;It sounds scary by the way she freaked out even before sharing it haha.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;must&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; find out how the &lt;i&gt;sally&lt;/i&gt; story goes.&lt;br /&gt;That story freaked me out a whole lot the 1st time i heard it.&lt;br /&gt;Again lacked of space to sleep cos by the time we all finished telling stories,&lt;br /&gt;Half of them were asleep and Lina and i had nowhere to sleeep! tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;But slept with the gossip king who toss and turn SO much i barely had a wink.&lt;br /&gt;And got woken up by all the fucking alarms and yiming looking for his specs.&lt;br /&gt;MELVIN WETS HIS BED too. hahaha, im kidding. He likes wearing girl's clips.&lt;br /&gt;And act cute all the time and a cam-whore who wont admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So actually, i kinda like the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;It didnt turn out wrong and sam and i had LOADS of noodles hah&lt;br /&gt;Guess i will miss the class afterall.&lt;br /&gt;Plus jeanie's leaving too and i'll miss her.&lt;br /&gt;And her LIAN hair!&lt;br /&gt;Aww, have fun in Hong Kong jeanie.&lt;br /&gt;Dont eat chicken ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chicken eat shit!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dont get bird flu, results are only next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is the start of December, holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;And i have to work my ass off for germany.&lt;br /&gt;I hope its worth it, the trip.&lt;br /&gt;OMFG!! that means, its a month more to the trip.&lt;br /&gt;OMG SAM, 30 fucking days more!&lt;br /&gt;Oooh la laaaaa im feeling the snow already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ookie dokes, i dont think i have any of the chalet or concert pictures,&lt;br /&gt;cos im so lazy to snap any,&lt;br /&gt;BUT! Anyone who has an album of it, do tell me ya.&lt;br /&gt;Alrighto, ciao bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;We always have to start from the beginning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-116488248320039263?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/116488248320039263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=116488248320039263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116488248320039263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116488248320039263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/11/alright-lets-get-to-it.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-116438043066877485</id><published>2006-11-24T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T23:05:32.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fuck fuck fuck&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Im so fucking tired i dont even know why im typing this out when i should be resting.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, i cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I FUCKING GOT MY 30GB IPOD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i know, finally and wtf right?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, got it at a good deal.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks man, whatever your name is who works at Farle Sim lim?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, he remembered me when i mentioned the package hah.&lt;br /&gt;So people actually do got good memory, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So started the day at 7? Mom was rummaging through our cupboards looking for books.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around the house in a daze and we went out at 10!&lt;br /&gt;South beach road was wet wet wettt.&lt;br /&gt;And my freaking pants was extra long so it was soaked godd now its all ruined.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, lemme skip all this and tell you smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My worst feeling in the world is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;STANDING IN THE RAIN WITH A BLISTERED FEET&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if that wasn't enough, my pants was extra long, as mentioned above,&lt;br /&gt;And it irritated me a whole lot and UGHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever shan't dwell on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell, met a tai tai wannabe who freaking took 2 whole seats for herself and her Louis Vuitton paperbag, I think there was no LV stuff in it, she just wanted to show it off hah.&lt;br /&gt;But yea, fuck, my feet was already hurting like hell from walking the WHOLE day,&lt;br /&gt;And there she was with her tai tai paper bags occupying the seats all to her bloody self.&lt;br /&gt;Inconsiderate piece of ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, &lt;i&gt;karma&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i think im off to watch more tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dont, you'll fucking spoil it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-116438043066877485?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/116438043066877485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=116438043066877485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116438043066877485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116438043066877485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/11/fuck-fuck-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-116410904707588525</id><published>2006-11-21T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T19:37:27.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay so life after o's isnt so great afterall.&lt;br /&gt;Figured that all I could do was watch movies all day long.&lt;br /&gt;And working out and re-watching prison break season 1.&lt;br /&gt;And finding out how im gonna get my hands on prison break season 2.&lt;br /&gt;And going out with sam to window shop and gossip and watch MORE movies.&lt;br /&gt;And figuring out how to make money for germany trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant think of anything else to add on my list.&lt;br /&gt;Sam and i decided not to work this holiday cos we're lazy bitches, duh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, cant wait for mom to get back from her trip and we can start our project.&lt;br /&gt;Chalet's on monday, just what im looking &lt;u&gt;forward&lt;/u&gt; to. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, i think my carrot's burning, &lt;i&gt;fuck&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-116410904707588525?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/116410904707588525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=116410904707588525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116410904707588525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116410904707588525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-so-life-after-os-isnt-so-great.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-116376861841651246</id><published>2006-11-17T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T21:03:38.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm addicted to Prison Break&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding, every episode is thrilling and it gets better and better.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say this, but this is much more entertaining for me than &lt;u&gt;laguna beach&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry sam for this sitcom-betrayal, but PRISON BREAK IS THE SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;At least for now.&lt;br /&gt;Surely some other tv show's gonna pull the trigger at my low-life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute, i dont have a &lt;i&gt;low-life-altho-i-said-so-myself!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING GERMANY WITH MY BITCHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;How can that come from a low-lifer aye?&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping today.&lt;br /&gt;Visited every single store (well, sort off) on solo.&lt;br /&gt;It's so much better cos i took all the time that i want choosing my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;The lady at Dorothy perks has super rad hair.&lt;br /&gt;Godd, i wanna change my hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, like how far can i go? Probably --- this far.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to cold wear or those shop selling winter stuff, and phwoar,&lt;br /&gt;Saw this really nice snow cap, its dope.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a green scarf that i loveee!&lt;br /&gt;And went in search for DVDS BABYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;Only got 2 tho, cos i spent all my money away.&lt;br /&gt;I think the new movies should be set aside for JB.&lt;br /&gt;Bought 2 old vcds and im gonna continue my marathon tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im re-watching the whole season of Prison Break (season 1 tho, fuck) tonight.&lt;br /&gt;You know, cos im such a slow poke who needs to do everything twice to understand something.&lt;br /&gt;OH OH! CHANEL'S ALLURE SENSUELLE is superrr addictive.&lt;br /&gt;No seriously, i walked around parkway flipping the thing in my hand and smelling it like it was drugs.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i do that to every perfume sample i take, but ok, im contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went jogging in e wee hours of &lt;i&gt;morgen&lt;/i&gt; with dad,&lt;br /&gt;And continued to walk with mom and had a LONG CHAT about business.&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing to know i can treat my mom like a friend.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to persuade sam's parents to allow her to go for 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;HEAR THAT SAM? MY MOM AND I ARE GONNA DO IT. WE SWEAR. :DD&lt;br /&gt;You'll be thanking us sam, soon you will.&lt;br /&gt;Now thing is, who's gonna do it?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not ME, cos I cant persuade an adult to do anything, at all.&lt;br /&gt;Think dad'll do it. He has the forces of attraction and mind-alteration.&lt;br /&gt;HAH. Oh well, hopefully it'll work.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly sam, 10 days in europe isnt enough!&lt;br /&gt;Ask the denmark group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, we couldnt even take 5 days to fully enjoy copenhagen.&lt;br /&gt;We took a day to walk down the street and half-window-shop,&lt;br /&gt;well except for me and misha cos we were shopping our ass off at &lt;b&gt;Tiger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went in the MORNING, like really morning. Ok, it was 11.&lt;br /&gt;But its still morning. Breakfast deals ends at 11. So yah.&lt;br /&gt;God, really miss those denmark days.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when's the next time i'll be up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right well, enough about the excitement, its driving me cuckoo.&lt;br /&gt;Time for more of the hot &lt;b&gt;Scofield&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;The lesser you know, the better&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-116376861841651246?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/116376861841651246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=116376861841651246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116376861841651246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116376861841651246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-addicted-to-prison-break-no-kidding.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-116254855993857195</id><published>2006-11-03T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T18:09:19.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Woo wee. We got a new mouse!&lt;br /&gt;Finally finally finally.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;Spent it really well with people i love love love.&lt;br /&gt;Sam came over and sis came back frm school and we cooked our ass off.&lt;br /&gt;Made spaghetti with beansprouts and kiwi and &lt;i&gt;gajus&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Sam and I had to pluck our meat out and let the meat-eaters eat the poor chicken that got killed just to feed their empty stomaches!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, &lt;b&gt; MY SISTER GOT ME A POSTSECRET BOOK!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it love it!!&lt;br /&gt;And bro got me a nice red fossil wallet that has a super strong leather smell.&lt;br /&gt;SAM THE MAN got me the awesomest, most memorable gift ever.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to drag myself out frm the evil world of maths to celebrate my birthday with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picked orchard swensens cos its e only place my family would go that has salads for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i didnt pick that. Stupidly picked their chowder SEAFOOD soup.&lt;br /&gt;Altho its super delicious, had to pick out the prawn and fish and oysters(yuck!).&lt;br /&gt;But dad and bro finished it all.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN AND THEN, i had the BEST dessert i ever had for months!&lt;br /&gt;Had apple crumble, which dad pronounced as crum&lt;i&gt;ple&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Had a blast with the fam, as always.&lt;br /&gt;Sis was a tad upset tho. For some &lt;u&gt;stupid&lt;/u&gt; reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Although i enjoyed e birthday celebrations yesterday, felt like something was missing.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you cant have everything you wished for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I cried a million tears from wishing you were here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-116254855993857195?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/116254855993857195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=116254855993857195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116254855993857195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116254855993857195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/11/woo-wee.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-116217796264366065</id><published>2006-10-30T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T11:12:42.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Omg kill me now, PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;How can I be soo dumb?!?&lt;br /&gt;Rushed for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;N-O-T-H-I-N-G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP JEANIE. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear imma bring a calender and my organiser the next time i step out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my alarm clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-116217796264366065?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/116217796264366065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=116217796264366065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116217796264366065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116217796264366065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/10/omg-kill-me-now-please.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-116212218657457888</id><published>2006-10-29T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T19:59:55.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So hey.&lt;br /&gt;Today was my last day of maths tuition(tsk tsk).&lt;br /&gt;Isnt my last time in eton tho. Still need to tolerate rick for 1 more lesson with yek.&lt;br /&gt;Only sam knows how annoying he can get.&lt;br /&gt;Shall run to the stairs the next time i go out frm chem lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Pretend i dont hear him, yada yada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ngaw(sp?) is prolly the best and smartest tutor iv ever had.&lt;br /&gt;Taken account for my lack of concentration whenever i have tuition class.&lt;br /&gt;Its not like i had many previous tutors anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So today was the last day i'll see him and his yellow backpack,&lt;br /&gt;Rushing to meet our mathematical needs.&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I'm gonna miss the class.&lt;br /&gt;Or the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on my way home just now,&lt;br /&gt;(a really uncomfortable journey i must add)&lt;br /&gt;I started to think about what would make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I was upset because of tuition or anything.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, what makes me happy..&lt;br /&gt;Besides having a pair of Bennies?&lt;br /&gt;The colourful polkadot ladybugs!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Red and orange.. red and orange.. red and orange!&lt;br /&gt;So besides that, hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Probably being able to invent my own popcorn machine.&lt;br /&gt;But seeing my incapability of even operating the rice cooker,&lt;br /&gt;I doubt i can get very far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea won the match yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;SO DID MANCHESTER. ROONEY COMEBACK BABY.&lt;br /&gt;3 down and beyonddddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's canadian friend came over yesterday too.&lt;br /&gt;She's really nice.. short hair and all.&lt;br /&gt;Spoke about the different universities that i might be interested in.&lt;br /&gt;Was quite unsure if she was a student or a lecturer herself cos i didnt bother to ask.&lt;br /&gt;The manchester match was on at the same time for goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;My brother and uncle sop and dad were watching and i couldnt!&lt;br /&gt;Wait, dad didnt watch. He was busy repairing his antique camera.&lt;br /&gt;This is soo irrelevant, but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;IM SO NERVOUS FOR CHEM PRACTICAL TMRW OKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i wasnt very nervous for physics.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because i never did well for chem pract.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, all e best to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More laguna beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. Sam is so right. Kirsten is sucha bitch. Lauren is sweet as a bee. I mean, honey.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-116212218657457888?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/116212218657457888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=116212218657457888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116212218657457888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116212218657457888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-116177491188185417</id><published>2006-10-25T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:46:37.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Woah. I watched a movie twice in one night.&lt;br /&gt;Take that, TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;Well i dont regret any part of it cos its my favourite of e favourite movie.&lt;br /&gt;Even &lt;u&gt;the notebook&lt;/u&gt; has been defeated for my huge desire and interest for this movie.&lt;br /&gt;I declare it my &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Movie of the Year&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, beside Sepet and High School Musical.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I favour high school musical that much, but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we're breaking freee...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right! Physics practical tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how i should prepare but iv read my practical book from cover to cover.&lt;br /&gt;Dont think that'll help but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Today was dedicated to physics and partially to maths.&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow will still be physics.&lt;br /&gt;Except chem and maths tuition.&lt;br /&gt;I have so many topics left for physics.&lt;br /&gt;And i havent started on Geog and SS.&lt;br /&gt;Know what sod it. Typing it out wont help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i really feel for sam's grandad's condition and how sam's feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Not just because she's my sepet-est best friend and people thinks bff should feel e same way about everything,&lt;br /&gt;But its also because iv gone through e same thing once. If not twice, for a different person.&lt;br /&gt;The memory is still vivid in my ever-growing mind.&lt;br /&gt;That night where my cousins, my sister and I couldnt sleep at the hospital lobby,&lt;br /&gt;And how we joined multiple chairs to make our own bed (ok, irrelevant.)&lt;br /&gt;How we talked about my late grandad&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;character and how fun it was when he was still healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Then the time when my older cousin called us to come up and see him.&lt;br /&gt;Says its an emergency or some sort.&lt;br /&gt;We went up not able to predict what was going to happen as we rushed to e lifts,&lt;br /&gt;Went to the ICU and saw practically the whole family crowding around the bed.&lt;br /&gt;The look on all of their faces.&lt;br /&gt;My 10-year old feeling back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What are they doing? Why's everyone keeping quiet?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the machine when it went &lt;i&gt;beep beep beeep...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loud cry of my uncle bob.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my grandfather's eyes shut for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;And everything became a blur as the tears start clouding my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years later, I was forced to experience the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;Now with my auntie.&lt;br /&gt;But this time, some things changed.&lt;br /&gt;My knowledge on her condition.&lt;br /&gt;My mind taking in as much infos as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Painting the hospital room filled with machines and wires, in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Trying my best to feel the pain she's going through but failed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;How my dad taught us to say the prayers in our heart,&lt;br /&gt;Praying she'll get better, not knowing if she can.&lt;br /&gt;When she was gone, all I could remember was how they wrapped her up,&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning her, carrying her body like it was made of glass.&lt;br /&gt;When they called us to kiss her, I tried my best to summon up my courage to go and kiss her for the last time,&lt;br /&gt;But I didnt. I sat there and watched my family plant their kisses on her forehead,&lt;br /&gt;Careful with each and every step.&lt;br /&gt;How I regretted what I had not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it, my feelings never changed.&lt;br /&gt;I realised how any of us can leave our loved ones at any time.&lt;br /&gt;How Iv tried my best to live my life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;But how exactly do I do that?&lt;br /&gt;It still intrigues me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;You left me thinking of the worst.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-116177491188185417?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/116177491188185417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=116177491188185417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116177491188185417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/116177491188185417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/10/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115901422294433888</id><published>2006-09-23T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T20:23:42.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think this is how its spose to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, Im on &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hiatus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned looney toones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Say hello to Smarties."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115901422294433888?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115901422294433888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115901422294433888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115901422294433888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115901422294433888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-this-is-how-its-spose-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115857573576834828</id><published>2006-09-18T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T18:35:35.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Converts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respectful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbass mothereffers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Never talk to me again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115857573576834828?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115857573576834828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115857573576834828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115857573576834828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115857573576834828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/09/converts.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115781180139715898</id><published>2006-09-09T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T22:23:21.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Righto, here's e KL pictures i promised, sort off.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly of me and my sister hogging su'aidah's cam. Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Loved sis's &lt;b&gt;Im the Queen of the Jungle&lt;/b&gt; shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Well, she sure is the high queen of jungles. The one that lives up on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;I get special privilege whenever i go up there. Great status sis, &lt;b&gt;keep freaking up!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cat, whom we later named &lt;i&gt;Tig-tag&lt;/i&gt; came up our house thrice today.&lt;br /&gt;God knows how it recognised our house, but it did.&lt;br /&gt;At first thought it was cute and all that but then realised it was a tad aggresive.&lt;br /&gt;No favs for me on that. I love lazy &lt;s&gt;cats&lt;/s&gt; kittens.&lt;br /&gt;But we gave tig-tag food anyway. Mom says it'll prolly turn up again later at night.&lt;br /&gt;It was soo cute tho. I mean, the way it found our house.&lt;br /&gt;And my brother said it was purring and meowing and everything a cat does when it took e lift.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, imagine it climb the stairs up to the 10th floor and see my house and instead of pressing the bell, it just purred and meowed outside, like a signal. Cute shit. Shall take a picture of it when it comes again.&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, we fed it milk and crackers and tuna! Loved every bit of it i bet.&lt;br /&gt;Surely bring all her gang tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That little genius. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, think i'll sign up for LJ instead. Friends-only post are in i guess,&lt;br /&gt;According to sis. bahhh&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here's e piccies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/DSCN1703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/DSCN1703.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Sis's camel toes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/DSCN1730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/DSCN1730.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The brooch shop that mom paid hundreds for. Its pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/DSCN1794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/DSCN1794.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sis's jungle. Look at her big boobies.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/DSCN1826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/DSCN1826.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Bracelet club? Mine was prolly the hardcore one hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/DSCN1797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/DSCN1797.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                         The beginning of camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/DSCN1793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/DSCN1793.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/DSCN1796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/DSCN1796.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/DSCN1804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/DSCN1804.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Morning face. I think i was attempting to open a chestnut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/DSCN1781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/DSCN1781.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I knew it was too good to be true. She wants to cut my face out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/DSCN1783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/DSCN1783.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, i shall dominate the mirror with my pout lips. ROAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/DSCN1779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/DSCN1779.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah yeah, i'll only kiss the back of your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/DSCN1791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/DSCN1791.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She wanted to cover her acne. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/DSCN1784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/DSCN1784.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alienated signs. ZAMAPAPBOMBICHOOCHOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/DSCN1764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/DSCN1764.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Su'aidah sleeping like a pig. Awww she looks peaceful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/DSCN1769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/DSCN1769.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lessons on how to wash your face. SIT DOWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/DSCN1777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/DSCN1777.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just realise i often do that pout lips thing when i take photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was an attempt of Paul Twohill WHO FINALLY WENT OUT OF SI! WOOOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;My younger sister was devastated. But honestly, he cant sing for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, tough life for him.&lt;br /&gt;Im off to face MORE maths. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Accept the pain.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115781180139715898?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115781180139715898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115781180139715898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115781180139715898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115781180139715898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/09/righto-heres-e-kl-pictures-i-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115764542376203974</id><published>2006-09-07T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T00:10:23.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oooh wow. just came back from tuition. Am knackered. Today especially since sam and i went to study in the afternoon 1st. Chemistry the WHOLE freaking day. Take thaaat. Phoaar.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, something weird just happened.&lt;br /&gt;My younger sister woke up in the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;(i know this cos i was still awake, not that i followed her around, durr)&lt;br /&gt;And went to the kitchen to eat cereal.&lt;br /&gt;POPS cereal to be exact. And she ate at the sofa behind the living room chairs,&lt;br /&gt;While dad and i are engrossed in Nadal-vs-Baghdatis match, we did stop and watch her do all that.&lt;br /&gt;Step into kitchen, looked at the food counter, took the bowl, opened the frigde, pour e milk then cereal and came out to eat. And my dad said this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I really pity her when she sleep-walks. Tsk, poor girl."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;, idk why im even talking abt this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! Malaysian trip! Was pretty different and all.&lt;br /&gt;Had sis's friend Su'aidah along and she's so cute. Funny i mean.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sis, su'aidah and mom went off to KL on sat, while me, iki, dad and uncle sop went off on a sun.&lt;br /&gt;LATE sunday, but whatever, we made it in time.&lt;br /&gt;Dad sped like till 160km/h and it was &lt;u&gt;awesome.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved every minute of it. The feeling of exhilaration. Boyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, so we're spose to reach Melaka in 3hrs time, but dad managed to cut half of e time.&lt;br /&gt;So managed to taste e last bit of e sale at 9.15pm and we shopped till they shoo-ed as away.&lt;br /&gt;Then dad didnt speed as fast when we made our way to KL.&lt;br /&gt;So we reached there at like 1? Hotel wasnt as great as Legend, but whatever. 1 night only.&lt;br /&gt;Sis wasnt asleep when i came, but su'aidah was. And sooo, we decided to hog and jam her camera,&lt;br /&gt;WITH OUR FACESSSS.&lt;br /&gt;Shall post some later on, dont have e piccies with me right now.&lt;br /&gt;So the next morning, we were too lazy to get up for breakfast at e hotel,&lt;br /&gt;Cos sis and i stayed up to play guess-e-movie game. =))&lt;br /&gt;We watched cartoons and whatnots till mom came with fooood.&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla, we shopped again after that and i ended up with 2 skirts and this really cute skirt-cum-pants.&lt;br /&gt;Like a bell bottom. Really classic. Got perfumes at real cheap prices too!&lt;br /&gt;Awesome shoppinggg.&lt;br /&gt;Went back after that of course. But stopped by at Alai to eat e famous seafood, er food?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, ate like 3 different kinds of fish and crabs and squid/octopus and wooohhoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, shant say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;OHHH. but i saw the cuttest kitten EVERRRRRRRRRR. omg its so freaking cute.&lt;br /&gt;The way it lay down and slept and when i stroke it, it purrs lightly.&lt;br /&gt;GRRRR. Wanted to bring it back, but dad says the customs are pretty tight.&lt;br /&gt;What a shameee. I'd love to have a kitten right nowww. ;[&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we'll meet again sleeping beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im gonna catch up on my book now.&lt;br /&gt;See you neembrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;My heart bleeds for you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115764542376203974?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115764542376203974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115764542376203974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115764542376203974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115764542376203974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/09/oooh-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115669469254504349</id><published>2006-08-27T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T00:04:52.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Havent updated in a gazillion years. Guess i couldnt find the time.&lt;br /&gt;Internet was cut off for a few days so that played quite a role too.&lt;br /&gt;OOOH LA LA im gonna go shopping next weekend in malaysiaa!&lt;br /&gt;Yesss. Can finally buy new heels and shoes and yess, tried convincing dad to go &lt;i&gt;Petaling Street&lt;/i&gt; cos all the pirates are there and i love parrots too so.. what&lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;, it doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh i love cartoonss. My sister had to draw some on peace and thought i'd hit e search button for some that i like. Couldnt find much interesting ones but here's some that i favoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/20-2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/20-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Betty_Boop.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/Betty_Boop.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/simpsons2c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/simpsons2c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh gosh. i was frantically looking for this hilarious picture of tom cruise and katie holmes as lunatics and i just gave up cos its so freaking late and im tired and i need freaking sleep. Oh sod it im off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115669469254504349?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115669469254504349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115669469254504349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115669469254504349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115669469254504349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/08/havent-updated-in-gazillion-years.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115599292544380951</id><published>2006-08-19T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T21:08:45.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, yeah, thanks to my &lt;u&gt;lovely&lt;/u&gt; sister for helping me change the skin, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been busy tryna study my ass off for my upcoming prelims.&lt;br /&gt;Whats with all these major exams anyway? Freaking stressing us, students, up.&lt;br /&gt;Cant all those bleeding professors go discover some new star or smth? &lt;i&gt;goshh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, life's full of shit anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on monday we're gonna have some motivational stuff for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to motivate us to do well for what else?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid stuffs. Doubt i'd even get motivated from the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe i shouldnt be too negative about things. Whatever man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and i are talking about &lt;u&gt;how come girls gotta wait on people all the time.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly for guys of course. And yea it makes me wonder, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a natural thing for girls to wait? Or do the guys things they're too big of a dick to wait for girls?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe im contradicting here, since i know some guys &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; wait for their girl friends.&lt;br /&gt;And i do find that super sweet cos at the very least, they do show their gentleman abilities.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, what about the other halves who &lt;u&gt;expect&lt;/u&gt; the girls to do the odd jobs.&lt;br /&gt;Like some of my un-named friend's bf's cravings for her to do his work.&lt;br /&gt;And husband's asking their wives to do work for them.&lt;br /&gt;For goodness sake, the ladies have their own friggin life so back off.&lt;br /&gt;Im really not trying to be feminist, but some things do make me wonder so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, some guys can be really sweet and gentlemanly!&lt;br /&gt;No complains about my cheets cos his been really nice to me. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, everyone has their ups and downs in a relationship so, i think they should just hold on.&lt;br /&gt;Things can change and miracles do &lt;i&gt;happen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well mine did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S Panic!At the disco sounds a tad like fall out boy. Just a hinch. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115599292544380951?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115599292544380951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115599292544380951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115599292544380951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115599292544380951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/08/yeah-yeah-thanks-to-my-lovely-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115565063297075078</id><published>2006-08-15T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:03:52.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SISTER IS THE BESTEST!</title><content type='html'>I know I only got 2 to choose from, so the elder one is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the magnificent layout that she made for me,  even though she was so reluctant and I was irritating her with my constant begging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like the prettiest, bestest, kindest sister anyone can ask for! Like totally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, she got my tagboard up for me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, the GENIUS. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit her &lt;a href="http://odj.livejournal.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or leave a tag on HER blog &lt;a href="http://randomismonity.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115565063297075078?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115565063297075078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115565063297075078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115565063297075078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115565063297075078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-sister-is-bestest.html' title='MY SISTER IS THE BESTEST!'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115563727133811887</id><published>2006-08-15T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T18:21:11.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/nic_bikini1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/nic_bikini1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/nic_bikini2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/nic_bikini2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry, just &lt;b&gt;HAD&lt;/b&gt; to post some pictures of nicole richie looking very aneroxic.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking disgusting. Dont know what she's thinking, growing that skinny. Its fugly.&lt;br /&gt;But she's still so much better than paris hilton. Original and all. gahh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Lindsay and her boobs. Looks weird to me. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/lohan_water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/320/lohan_water.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, shan't make fun of people. &lt;b&gt;KARMA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my Hong Kong friend frm some international school exchange programme in primary 6 added me back. Her name's Rowena and woohoo, its been super duper long since we've spoken to each other and she's back in HK i think. Remembered the day those &lt;i&gt;ang moh&lt;/i&gt; came. Thought all of them looked really pretty and all. There was this guy called Ronnie who has the awesome-est hair ever! Love his hair cos its super duper curly and its just soo cute on him. Think his like tall and skinny? Whatever, his hair is all that i remembered. Reminded me of &lt;b&gt;Napoleon Dynamite.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/nap2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/320/nap2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/nap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/320/nap.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His super duper cute!! Just LOOK! Anyway, napoleon dynamite isnt that nice to watch so dont. Unless you can take the slowness and lameness of the movie. Its okay, but its just slow moving and quite boring and stupid sometimes. I like it when he said, GOSHH or smth. And its super random. Thats prolly the only think i liked. Called up his friend just to talk about speeches or smth. Okay la, maybe its cos his friend was gonna run for president. But his friend is cute. Some mexican doode. Prolly rate it 5 or 6? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i vowed to start studying for prelims from now on so gotta stay focused. Am so stuck with 30 seconds to mar's &lt;b&gt;kill.&lt;/b&gt; Its not bad, chorus is very addictive and keeps playing in my head. So ciao everyone. Au revoir? ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look in the trash, our portrait lies in there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115563727133811887?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115563727133811887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115563727133811887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115563727133811887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115563727133811887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/08/sorry-just-had-to-post-some-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115556691427610264</id><published>2006-08-14T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:48:34.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GAAAH. This asswipe posted in my blog without permission so I shall do the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, its kinda amusing to read back on my bestest girlfriend blog and start teasing on it. Embarrassing yet amusing. WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout-out to my bestest bitch ever: &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;NURUL AMEERAH &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the times we had! Cheers to our 3 years of friendship darling! MUAH (: LOOOOVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115556691427610264?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115556691427610264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115556691427610264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115556691427610264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115556691427610264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/08/gaaah.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115535487221655677</id><published>2006-08-12T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T16:31:09.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sam said her blog's like 2 years old already.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, shit, i forgot to check minee!&lt;br /&gt;Gahh, hold onn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, i was too caught up reading my super old entries.&lt;br /&gt;And here's what i found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class=""&gt;     10/25/2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Like phwoaaaaahhh. Almost 3 yrs ago!&lt;br /&gt;Its disgusting, what i use to write.&lt;br /&gt;Used to write stuff about my lame infatuation with some guys.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, come to think of it, i was sucha lame-ass kid.&lt;br /&gt;Know what, since iv grown up and all, think i'll post some stuff i used to write.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh all you want you asswipes, but everyone went through this stage,&lt;br /&gt;So shut your pie hole and read this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"i tink im beginning not 2 like --- anemore. wat i meant was.. not hate as in really hate him.. but dislike him as in not like him. lol. as in DAT kinda way... u noe. i tink i would rather just be frens wid him. i noe the perfect guy fer me will come eventually. his juz coming later dats all. and im in no mood or rather no 'condition' to go out wid ane1. mebbe imma w8 till im 17. according 2 ma maid.. at dis age.. the relationship of couples.. is true love. so if imma go out wid ane1 rite now.. i wont be experiencing or 'dealing' wid true love. dats juz a saying. so go on and be dat crazy guy or ghurl whus 'pretending' to be in love wen its not even TRUE love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"---- is sooo sweet.. he sent me an e mail wishing me happy b'dae.. he told me he loved me.. but will i love him too.? i dun seem 2 have de great feeling wen he says he loves me... whyyyy? i used to have dat feeling.. why not now..? izzit bcos i'm feeling something else wid some1 else? can't be wid ---.. cos i soooo hate him.!!! whu izzit dammit..????????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Omg omg omg!!!!!!!!!!! I cAnT bElIeVe It!!!!!!!!!!!! ---- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;APOLOGIZE!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; K, i apologize 1st but he actually accept it and apologize tooo. Here, read, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well im sorry ok!i was a bitch lol yeh me being a bitch =/ yeh yeh... bla i have no fucken thing to say mmmmm....................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wow. very surprising dnt ya tink? First he scolds me and scream at him, and the next thing i knew, his apologizing. Gee, i hope his not on another revenge. Wait till he chats wid me. Well, i betta fuck off now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Omg, i cant go on reading all this shit ass stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Its embarrassing, but yet amusing.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe all i think about when i was little, okay, when i was 2.5 yrs younger,&lt;br /&gt;Was guys and guys and more guys?&lt;br /&gt;Yuckkkk.&lt;br /&gt;Am not tryna imply im a feminist, but my goddddd.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt i like freaking think of other things?&lt;br /&gt;Like ducks or or cliffs and hangers or even vehicles?!?&lt;br /&gt;Well, thank god for growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, am off to try out a new recipe!&lt;br /&gt;Mom and i areee!! YIPEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;Cooking is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; when you try and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;run&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, rhyming isnt working for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, am out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115535487221655677?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115535487221655677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115535487221655677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115535487221655677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115535487221655677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/08/sam-said-her-blogs-like-2-years-old.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115512484624135295</id><published>2006-08-09T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T20:23:04.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey you neembratzsahh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know, i know, its been DONKEY+KANGAROO+DODO years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But iv been packed. Okay, not really. But you get my point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SOOO, yesterday yesterday, i went Chomp Chomp to eat dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Met up with Sam, Shaun, Nat, Jeremy, Patrick and Izara. Was such a random group i must admit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So sam and shaun were already there by the time i arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And not long after that, Nat, WHO DIDNT FRIGGIN BATHE, [he was straight frm X-country ok! ew.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and Jeremy arrived! So then patrick and zara came and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dont wanna go through the awkward moments, so whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At 1st we ordered CRAYFISH. Never heard of it till 2 days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AND IT SUCKS. DONT EVER BUY CRAYFISH EVER AGAIN, not unless you brought tonnes of cash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I, for once, only brought, er, less than 10 bucks actually. Have yet to pay shaun. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, seriously, dont buy it. Not worth your 6 bucks. So little meat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Patrick starfish said he liked it tho. SUCKER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, then we ordered SUGAR CANE!! and here's a fun fact from pat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Sugar cane was actually dont know what.... and they have cat piss inside or smth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever, it tastes MMMM YEAAAAAA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Didnt know cat piss tastes awesome-ly bitter. Aye shaun? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So then we realised, WE'RE STILL HUNGRYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So went off to hunt for more food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be honest, i hate eating at chomp chomp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Should bring the group to somewhere SO MUCH better. More delicious food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So yeah, we walked around MORE, till we decided, LETS HAVE STINGRAY AND CRABSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We bought tonnyyyyyy. And tony was naughtyyyy. Rawrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tony, the stall owner, cooked tony in chilli flavour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it really is CHILLI. like omg. Even I, a chilli lover, cant take it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By golly, it was like PHWOAHHHHH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So whatever, ordered more and more cat piss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But then i realised, DESPERATE HOUSWIVE'S LAST EPISODE is due in like 10 mins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So rushed off, leaving sam and shaun, aww, sorry guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And bloody nat and jeremy raced off, leaving me behind. TSK TSK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well, am just gona post pictures i took that night and a few nights ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH! and that day when i went Geylang!! YES GEYLANG. its nt bad actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am currently listening to led zepplin and they rock the shit outta me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Freaking guitar! My goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture179.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/th_Picture179.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture178.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/th_Picture178.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture174.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/th_Picture174.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture173.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/th_Picture173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture171-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/th_Picture171-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture169-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/th_Picture169-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture34-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/th_Picture34-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture33-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/th_Picture33-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture22-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/th_Picture22-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture17-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/th_Picture17-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture6-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/th_Picture6-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/th_Picture1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Copy1ofPicture17.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/th_Copy1ofPicture17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So there's one showing my impersonation of Izara the EMO KID.&lt;br /&gt;One with TONY'S body parts!!&lt;br /&gt;And i think the last one i drew during sunday classes.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, im off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115512484624135295?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115512484624135295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115512484624135295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115512484624135295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115512484624135295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-you-neembratzsahh.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115469495102855472</id><published>2006-08-04T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T20:35:55.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture(164).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/Picture%28164%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodness, im bored to the max max max. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever, i did cinnamon cookies yesterday and altho it was sweet, its nice alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im self-complimenting, but who cares? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You should always think good stuffs abt your own doings or whatever right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YES YES YES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, since im sucha boring ass, i'll just post some cliche pictures of what i did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoy my hardwork you asses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture(151).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/Picture%28151%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture(147).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/Picture%28147%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture(149).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/Picture%28149%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture(127).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/Picture%28127%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So you know what? im lazy to post ALL of the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll just end this with the final product of my delicious baked-cinnamon snack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It looks, tastes, feels and smells like heaven, lemme warn you 1st. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look above to see it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TEXT POST THINGY IS FUCKED UP.&lt;br /&gt;i am so out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture(164).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture(127).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture(149).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture(151).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture(147).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115469495102855472?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115469495102855472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115469495102855472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115469495102855472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115469495102855472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/08/goodness-im-bored-to-max-max-max.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115442484819764782</id><published>2006-08-01T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T17:34:08.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eat an orange a day and it'll chase your &lt;b&gt;blue's&lt;/b&gt; away.&lt;br /&gt;Cos orange is orange in colour and you know..&lt;br /&gt;Ah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;politely &lt;/span&gt;requested me to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;So this one's for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM SAM BO MAN&lt;br /&gt;BANANA FANA FO FAM&lt;br /&gt;FEEFFA MO MAN.&lt;br /&gt;SAMMMMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The nameee gameeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alright, so i shall make my own quiz since im bored like a dick.&lt;br /&gt;Here it goeees:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Your favourite fruit:&lt;/span&gt; Apple, orange, starfruit, pear, mango, watermelon, honeydew, durian, longan, lychee. OMG EVERYTHING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Your favourite past-time:&lt;/b&gt; Besides smelling things, i like writing in my diarryy! Yes, its good you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Your favourite quote:&lt;/b&gt; "Your nothing but an empty seat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Your favourite shirt:&lt;/b&gt; My beatles shirttt! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Your favourite afternoon snack:&lt;/b&gt; My oat cereals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Your worst dream:&lt;/b&gt; The one where i had to dive underwater and get that stupid thing with live houses on it for my sister. You dont wanna know what happened next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Your worst 1st-time-tasting-of-food:&lt;/b&gt; That time where sam and i tried oysters or smth at Seoul Garden. DISGUSTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Your worst feeling:&lt;/b&gt; When i had no one to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Your worst bus ride:&lt;/b&gt; That time when i was stuck for 10 hrs cos of a huge traffic jam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Your worst movie ever watched:&lt;/b&gt; Sheeesh, this is hard. I love all movies actually. Okay, maybe i kinda dislike Wallace and Gromit but its quite nice when im bored and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Future daughter's name?:&lt;/b&gt; Sophie Zenee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Future son's name?:&lt;/b&gt; Danial Raphael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Future band-if-you're-making-one name?:&lt;/b&gt; Gloria's Pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Future 1st-single-song:&lt;/b&gt; The tutu song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Future ride?:&lt;/b&gt; Mini cooper! Or a bentley. but then i'll have to dream real hard. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. People you want to do this:&lt;/b&gt; Sam, Kak, Nat, Marcos, Bennie, Robbie and Cosby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. People that make a huge impact in your life:&lt;/b&gt; See above+mom+dad+Anthony Robbins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. People you dislike most:&lt;/b&gt; Discriminators+that guy who rapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. People who you had the most fun with:&lt;/b&gt; Sam, Nat, Lina, Ali, Faiz, Luke, Gary, LL, Jeanie. OMG THE WHOLE BUNCH OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. People you want to see make out with yr guy best friend:&lt;/b&gt; Delia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i am SOOO lazy to write another 20 questions.&lt;br /&gt;Am off to bathe. Ciaooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115442484819764782?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115442484819764782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115442484819764782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115442484819764782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115442484819764782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/08/eat-orange-day-and-itll-chase-your.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115434817141429784</id><published>2006-07-31T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:03:29.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gonna rip something off from Tim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll jog around the world and back again.. And still you'd see right through me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are like a whirlwind for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont think i can take it but lets not be emo-i-wanna-kill-myself now aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shall not feel sorry for myself. Everything is gonna be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feel the intensity of the heat around you and take that wherever you go.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115434817141429784?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115434817141429784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115434817141429784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115434817141429784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115434817141429784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/07/gonna-rip-something-off-from-tim.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115398597378540959</id><published>2006-07-27T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T15:43:36.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weee. Just came back from school. I feel so dark right now cos i walked home under the scorching hot sun!&lt;br /&gt;No more tanning for me for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got back some of our results. NOT impressed by it, at ALL.&lt;br /&gt;Oh except, I PASSED CHEMISTRY. freaking hell, 1st time in months!&lt;br /&gt;Physics was obviously not good. [the guys dominated the subject!]&lt;br /&gt;No idea about maths. Thought i could have done better, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its mom's birthday today and i think we're going JB to have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Bought her the same ol' thing, but i hope she likes it. Wasnt cheap!&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaays, had to run after school today.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, i swear im coming back again. Everyone was like playing catching here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid mr. dont-know-what-but-he-wears-really-long-socks-and-has-a-super-low-voice.&lt;br /&gt;I bet he wanted to be done with us once and for all, so he could go sip his tea to grow more hair.&lt;br /&gt;actually, tea makes you lose yr hair right. Correct me if im wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im being influenced by my dad to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;HE LOST FRIGGIN 3KG IN 3 WEEKS OK!&lt;br /&gt;I bet all e girls are jealous now. hahh. Its what all girls want aye?&lt;br /&gt;Dad told me to train his stamina, but honestly, i think his speed is okay.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, for an older men.&lt;br /&gt;He keeps saying his tummy is making running difficult for him.&lt;br /&gt;But at least his determined. Now all he has to do is watch his food.&lt;br /&gt;Which is prolly the most difficult task for him.&lt;br /&gt;My dad is soo omg. I mean, mom said that recently, she went for this conference,&lt;br /&gt;And the guy leading e conf. was talking about men's attitude or smth.&lt;br /&gt;And he said, "Next time you women want to go grocery shopping, bring your husbands".&lt;br /&gt;Its suppose to mean that if you bring yr bf/husband/fiance/or a guy, you wont end up buying alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;Cos he said guys only focus on 1 thing in mind.&lt;br /&gt;If you ask a guy to buy 5 things on the list, they'll get all that 5 things, ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;But you know women?&lt;br /&gt;Know what, I'll let your mind do the wondering.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my point is that my dad is NOT like that at ALL.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, his worse than that. He'll walk around e whole supermarket looking at everything,&lt;br /&gt;And picking up new stuffs and whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;Like ytd, went Mustafa with mom and him and OMG. I couldnt keep tract of him for even 2 mins!&lt;br /&gt;He'll wonder to god-knows-where, finding god-knows-what and if i miraculously found him,&lt;br /&gt;He'll be looking at a new type of snack and he'll go, EH WANNA TRY THIS?&lt;br /&gt;Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats the special thing about my dad. Real particular about things.&lt;br /&gt;Nuff' said, on sat am gonna go shopping with sam darl!!&lt;br /&gt;Then heading on to joe's birthday bash.&lt;br /&gt;His gonna love his present!!! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;Gonna visit the flea market at this place where they sell all this vintage stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Go check urban!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's finally friday and i am so happy exams are over!&lt;br /&gt;Although of course, the major ones aren't.&lt;br /&gt;The girls are planning on a picnic soon with the 4 guys.&lt;br /&gt;PICNIC! Been a long time since iv gone for one.&lt;br /&gt;Except that time when my dad brought us to botanical gardens for that orchestra thing,&lt;br /&gt;AND I PREPARED THE SANDWICHES! :]&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to meet the guys, feels like forever.&lt;br /&gt;And Ali's going NS already? Super fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, am off to make new IC. Stupid wallet-stealer never returned my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;Rawrr, im out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115398597378540959?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115398597378540959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115398597378540959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115398597378540959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115398597378540959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/07/weee.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115380989424716814</id><published>2006-07-25T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T14:44:54.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey all.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the eve of my final paper! Doesnt it sound so celebration-like already?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sam's taking up skateboarding and i wanted too, but got no board, except for this puny tiny little skateboard my younger sister has, so i definitely cant skate on that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking up advanced in-line skating instead. Fell like friggin alot of times.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt wear any guards tho, find as no point cos you'd get hurt still anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a good sport, not bad. I prefer snowboarding though. What a shame there's no mountain here to snow-board. So shall just skate on my feet, in replacement. And soon i can happily go to east coast park or wherever park to skate like all those pros. NAT! He can really skateee! Must learn from himm. Coach me, nat, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, am off to practise more. Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115380989424716814?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115380989424716814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115380989424716814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115380989424716814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115380989424716814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-all_24.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115366627227816005</id><published>2006-07-23T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:51:12.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I read that some guys got no heart. And i guess it can be true in some ways. No offence to whichever guy who reads this, but what i meant is, they just dont show that they have one cos they think its not manly enough to be affectionate to other things, mainly women. Okay, maybe im contradicting here cos there are prolly about a thousand guys out there who are romantic bla bla, but which ones are really true to their feelings? They're only romantic cos of the women they meet. But in actual fact, they just think love happens cos of the phenylethylamine in our brains. And like chocolate, the feelings wont last. Omg, this is sooo Meg Cabot' fault. Just finished reading her book and this is the cause of it. So i guess i have to take back that whole chunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im suppose to study for a maths/chem, but im taking a break. The laptop's tempting and surprisingly, the wireless connection is working fine, if not, slow. But its good enough of entertainment for me. Oh yes, i must confess my new addiction to something. And apparently, i actually have to do it on a regular basis, but now, im OBSESS with it. i dont know how or why or when i got to this new addiction of mine, but something tells me its about watching tv and by my own tactiful observations of course. Oh yes, the obsession, its just &lt;em&gt;brushing teeth every 2-3 hours or so. &lt;/em&gt;Maybe not on a regular interval, but its around there. And i didnt even realise it. But it only started 2 days ago, when i was home often, so i dont know how im gonna survive in school tmrw. Wait, im having exams, so i'll be home early, SO YAY! Oh god, what am i leading to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cant bring myself start tomorrow doing an exam. I made a decision not too long ago, that i am going to change my lifestyle. And it musn't start with my day doing an exam. Its bad! I mean, you're already killing your brain cells thinking from the previous night do to last-minute-mugging, now you wanna destroy them?! So anyway, i intend to change my life, starting from after my exams! Yes yes. I hope this helps in my preparation for my o's. EEEEK. see how the o's making a genormous impact in a student's life?! Maybe im exaggerating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Omg, i have to continute studying already. Aaaa, the wonders of doing maths. What a joy. Alright, im out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;She will be your future, and i will be your disastrous past&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115366627227816005?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115366627227816005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115366627227816005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115366627227816005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115366627227816005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-read-that-some-guys-got-no-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115338607346875262</id><published>2006-07-20T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T17:04:13.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7 things I plan to do before I die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Conquer Mount Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Learn german&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Go to Australia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Find Bennie and make sure he stays put with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Make sure i spend a whole week with marcos. ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Pet a cheetah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Renovate my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7 things I can do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Stretch beyond my legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Do sports all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Hog on the comp all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Do that weird thing with my tongue, that sam cant do. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Touch my toes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Skip 100 times in 1 minute? god knows how long i take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Carry heavy weights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7 things I cannot do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Move at the same time i do that crab thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Drive. YET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Multi-task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Laugh and cry at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Eat mussels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Do the butterfly stroke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. A split.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7 things that attract me to the opposite sex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. That hair thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. His smile when his happy or embarassed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Warmness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. His shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. His fondness of irritating me but not to the extend of pissing me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. His laid-back0-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. His ignorance to people's looks/size/race/background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7 things that I say most often:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. WHAT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Oh my goddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. WAH, fuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Stupid man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Wah lau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Dammit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7 celebrity crushes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Jamie lynn spear's new bf. His cutee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Ryan Phillipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Ryan Gosling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. David Beckham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Roger Federer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Adam Brody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Daniel from project runway.He isnt exactly a celebrity, but since his on tv, i guess he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7 people I want to do this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. ATIQAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Marcos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. LL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Whoever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Jeanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Whoever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Whoever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Do the following WITHOUT complaints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.Choose 5 people to do this after you've completed yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she has been tagged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Start your post with a "I've been tagged" then do this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've Been Tagged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FavouritesFavourite colour(s): White, green, black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Favourite food: That stall i always eat at Fork&amp;Spoon. Vegetarian stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Favorite song(s): Moment I said it, Telescope eyes, Sad song, Trolley wood, Home, and the list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Favourite movie: Green street hooligans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Favourite sport: Tennis, volleyball and soccer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Favourite day of the week: Thursday &amp;amp; Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Favourite season: Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Favourite ice-cream: Errr, Mint ice cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current mood: Neutral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current taste: Cinnamon. Im eating cereal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current clothes: School top and shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current toenail: Long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current time: 4.44PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current surroundings: Carpet carpet and more carpet. Oh and treasure chest+huge chairs and cereal crumbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current annoyances: Why's my fringe suddenly so long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current thoughts: What i should do next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First best friends: Eben Jonathan Ragunathan :D I even rememer his full name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First crush: Err, i cant possibly remember. Actually its just embarassing to mention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First movie: Matilda! Is ramona a movie? I think its a tv series. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First lie: Cant possibly remember either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last cigarette: None.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last drink (alcohol): Months and months ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last crush: Still crushing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last movie: Stepmom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last phone call: My sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last CD played: Michael Buble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever dated your best friend: No, i'll pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever broken the law: Durr! Who hasnt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever been arrested: Not literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever skinny dipped: Soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever been on TV: Yeah, once tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you don't know: Yess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 things you are wearing: Shorts, boxers, earrings, Uniform top, My favourite braaa :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 things you've done today: Did geog paper, tasted something new, recorded songs with sam and nat, ate rojak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;things you can hear right now: Thrice, Traffic and my munching of cereals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 thing you do when you're bored: Make a movie in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright,im off for my mountain training now. Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I am lured by the sweetness of your voice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115338607346875262?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115338607346875262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115338607346875262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115338607346875262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115338607346875262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/07/7-things-i-plan-to-do-before-i-die-1.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115321126791177702</id><published>2006-07-18T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T16:27:47.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/sexmepls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/320/sexmepls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l0zl0lz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115321126791177702?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115321126791177702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115321126791177702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115321126791177702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115321126791177702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/07/l0zl0lz.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115320744910464914</id><published>2006-07-18T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T15:24:09.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics paper was a &lt;u&gt;nightmare&lt;/u&gt;. Ask anyone from my class and they can give you the same answer.&lt;br /&gt;My godd, there i was singing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stars are blind &lt;/span&gt;tryna figure out what focal length exactly was. And friggin hell, spent like a good ol 30 mins on the last question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its done and tomorrow's EL paper! woohoo. Can study for geog and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stepmom &lt;/span&gt;starring Julia Roberts and Ed Harris and i cried like a wimpp! The last part is so daunting i cant help it. The true value of a mother and family bonding. Its wonderful. Some people dont treasure what they have until they lost it. What a sad world. Im very grateful for the close family bonding i have now. It might not be the best in the world, but it touches me so. And although sometimes it can be quite disturbing, i still am thankful for it. So you people should also start appreciating every little thing that happens at home. Even if it kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why i worry about alot of things, sometimes. I guess its genes. This morning, dad started saying how his always worried about us. How his mind can never be at ease until he rests peacefully. And how we play a vital role in his life. I wonder if i can ever be like him. I'd prolly only think about myself. And what about my kids? Would they get the same care like i did from my dad? Hmm, my dad's definitely my idol. And my mom too, durr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg i so have to pee right now. Later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115320744910464914?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115320744910464914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115320744910464914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115320744910464914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115320744910464914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-all.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115286862371203157</id><published>2006-07-14T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T17:18:47.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mountain climbing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to go with dad after o's. Dad says he'll train me so that i can climb Mount Kinabalu.&lt;br /&gt;How awesome is thaaaat?!? MOUNTAIN TREKKING/CLIMBING, whichever.&lt;br /&gt;Yess! Dad says it'll be really cold, but anyone who knows me know i love the colddd. So it doesnt really concern me! Godd, i cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from climbing up and down e stairs. Real tiring, but worth it. Perspired like crazy, but i guess if i do Mountain trekking in e cold, i wont really perspire. Hey, but when in denmark during that bloody super duper long trek, [it was 20km ok!] i perspired when i wasnt suppose to, according to Mindi. Cos its e cold and all. And she got so freaked out cos i was perspiring and she thought i was dehydrated. I didnt actually felt thirsty. But the cream onion chips they gave us was yumm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my mountain climbing/trekking training, i could actually feel the strain on my calves. And my shirt was so big and kept sliding off my shoulder but my trackies were tight. teehee. But anyhoos, adding on to my discomfort, my ipod was dying and so i had to listen to those man cutting grass and their super duper loud machines. I'd love to try cutting grass with that thingy tho. The blade moves real fasttt. Cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/klein_Mount_Kinabalu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/klein_Mount_Kinabalu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;imagine me up there! With my er, trekking gears?! What do people carry during treks anyway? OH YES! Well, of course, their backpack. DUH. Water and sleeping bags and stuffs. Woww. Sounds professional. Mmmmm. Right shall fantasize more later. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my 1st 2 papers for midyears today. E maths paper 1 was manageable. Wasnt sure of some stuff, but i filled in the blanks anyways. And social studies was a nightmare! I tried using a new method of answering e source based qn. Like instead of being so formal, i made it like a compo kinda thang. Ugh whatever. Mrs Kalai said it was okay anyway. Monday's e listening compre o level MT. OH YESS! About my oral. Gossshh, i dont think any of my words made sense. They asked what my favourite song was though, and yeah it was easy and after e oral my friends said it was okay to say EL songs, but i just know it wouldnt be pleasant for them to hear us saying our favourite songs were EL songs instead of the supposedly malay songs. So i guess im save!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racial Harmony day's next friday. We're gonna embrace the Goth culture and get internally suspended! So far, we only have 5-or-so accomplice. Gosh, please! Embrace goth with us. We have to respect their culture and try being like them for a day. Sam, LL and i are gonna dress like witches and whatnots. Hah, its turning out like halloween. Gosh, imagine Mrs feng going, YOU 5-OR-SO, GET YOUR ASS OUT OF YOUR CLASS LINE! WOOOH. Dont have to attend class! Hah. We'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg i smell like reek! Better go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Say no more.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115286862371203157?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115286862371203157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115286862371203157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115286862371203157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115286862371203157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/07/mountain-climbing-i-cant-wait-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115250691121643929</id><published>2006-07-10T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:52:15.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am watching the replay match of &lt;b&gt;Germany vs Portugal&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sam, a REPLAY. It isnt as exciting as e live one, but this is prolly the best Germany match i'v watched during the world cup. Besides e one against Argentina of course. I am not going to talk about how devastated i am upon knowing the italians win over France in the finals. Zidane shouldnt have done the head thingy, but maybe that asswipe said something real nasty to him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Materazzi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. UGHH. it was zizou's bloody LAST MATCH! DIDNT HE FREAKING REALISED THAAAT? He wanted to quit with victory and pride! GRRR. got me so pissed off. Without the great zidane, France wouldnt get a chance to touch the golden cup. Zidane could have taken over that Tezze-whatever penalty kick. AHHHHHHH. Zizou's a greaaaat player! An opulent, superb, excellent, EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I just discovered this really good player, &lt;b&gt;Malouda&lt;/b&gt; from France. Wooh. his real fast and smart. Omg, know what, world cup updates can be read &lt;a href="http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com/06/en/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. A touch up: Lahm's a bloody good player too. Actually, to me, his face looks like its been punched-at on a daily basis. Really! And Neuville has a kick-ass tongue! Alright, enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe im helping mommy do her brooch-thingy!!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, since i skipped school today, shall do that thingy from Sam darl's blog.&lt;br /&gt;Today is especially cold. Aaaaa, sweet-lovin' weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Starting Time: 11.40 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Full Name: I dont got a full name! TSK TSK. ;] Ameerah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Best Friend(s): Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Sexiest Friend: Errr, BASTIAN! ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Funniest Friend(s): Calvin Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Smartest friends:   I have many smart friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dumbest Person: No offence, but maureen i pick you. Your bimbotic, not dumb ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Shyest Friend: Mira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Most boring person:  It'll be offensive to them, so no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who Do you get advice from: SAM! and my sister. and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bennie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Height : 173 cm. YES I GREW A CM TALLER!! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Date Of Birth: 2nd of Nov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Righty / Lefty : Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Shoe Size : 9-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Shoe Brand: I have very little shoe. tskk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you Crack any Body Parts: When i walk, sometimes my ankle bone crack. That, and my knuckles and neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Sibling(s): 1 brother and 2 sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Email Address: ira_slayer@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Boy Friend/Girl Friend:  Cheetah baby! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Crush: Refer to qn 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Liked a Teacher: Nope. But admire them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Hope the person you send this to would reply: NIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Ate a Tub of Ice Cream: I havent had ice cream in a gazilion years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Ran Into a Glass Door : Once. and it was a painful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Gone Skinny Dipping: Sadly no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Nearly hit by a car: Yess! Was one of the worst experience of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Ran into a speeding car: I wouldnt be here by now right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls Fill Out About Guys&lt;br /&gt;35. Boxers or Briefs: Boxersss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Tall or Short : Tall, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Does size matter: Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Six-pack or Muscular Arms: Six ARMS! hahaha. Errr, both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Body or Personality: Personality definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Ear Pierced or Not : Doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Sporty or Outdoorsy: They're about the same aint it? I'd go for someone who loves sports tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Good or Bad guy: Naughtyy ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys Fill Out on girls&lt;br /&gt;47. G or hipster undies:&lt;br /&gt;48. Tall or Short :&lt;br /&gt;49. Long Hair or Short :&lt;br /&gt;50.Dark or Light Eyes:&lt;br /&gt;51. Light/Dark Hair:&lt;br /&gt;52. Body or Personality:&lt;br /&gt;53. Ears Pierced or Not:&lt;br /&gt;55. Good Girl/Bad Girl:&lt;br /&gt;56.Hair Up or Down :&lt;br /&gt;57. Sporty or Classy:&lt;br /&gt;58. Chicken or Not Afraid :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which One is Better&lt;br /&gt;59. Coke or pepsi: Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. K.F.C or Mcdonalds: Mac is healthier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Cats or Dogs : CATS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Coffee or Tea : Teh TARIK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Eastside or westside: Errr, No preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Vanilla or chocolate: Vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Cake or Cookies: Cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Purple striped Lime socks or white socks: Mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Sunset or Sunrise: Set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Day or Night: Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Lights on or off : Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Summer or Winter: Summer. Never experienced winter beforee! ;[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FAV...&lt;br /&gt;71. Food: Mom's Potato Salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Holiday destination: Everything on cheet's and my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Radio Station: Dont listen to radio. But Class 95 is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Place: In front of the telly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In The Future&lt;br /&gt;76. Will you believe in God: I already do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. What you want to be when you grow up: Entrepenuer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Define Love: Love happens when you walk right through a closed door. Doesnt happen often aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Favourite Place: Anywhere with my ipod is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Favourite day(s) of the week: Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Who Is Least Likely To Send This Back: Don't know, don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84.Satan or God or atheist: God duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More questions&lt;br /&gt;85. Do you love someone right now: Yes, dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Do you care about someone: Everyone that means alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Do you think of someone everyday: Who doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Do you think someone is special in any way: You mean 'special'? hah. yess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Finishing time: 12.12 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing the brooch thingy you know. Oh well, here's another.  I swear im wasting time. but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Start Time: 12.15 PM&lt;br /&gt;2. Name: Meer meer bo meer banana fana fo meer.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nickname: None?&lt;br /&gt;4. If u were a skittle what color would you be?: Black. do they have that?&lt;br /&gt;5. Hair color: I have no idea. It used to be blue-black. Now its god knows what.&lt;br /&gt;6. Eye color: Its brown and loving it.&lt;br /&gt;7. Height: 173&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite Color(s): White!&lt;br /&gt;9. glasses?: Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;10. Braces?: No. Soon though. EEEK.&lt;br /&gt;11. Piercing/tattoos?: My ears.&lt;br /&gt;12. Area code: No idea. Is it postal code? whatever.&lt;br /&gt;13. Cut your own hair?: Yes. A disaster.&lt;br /&gt;14. Did you do something in the pastmonth that you regret?: Very much.&lt;br /&gt;15. Kissed someone who isn't ur g/f or b/f?: Everyday.&lt;br /&gt;16. Skipped school?: Mmmhmm. Lovin it.&lt;br /&gt;17. Bungee jumped?: Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;18. Had sex outside?: Nope. Oooh, it'd be cool tho.&lt;br /&gt;19. Dumped someone?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;20. Been arrested?: Hah not literally.&lt;br /&gt;21. Won something?: Err, this is hard. Yes i guess.&lt;br /&gt;22. Been rejected?: Yess. Those stupid shop-owners who dont want me working at their oh-so-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;-fab shops.&lt;br /&gt;23. Been to a funeral?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;24. Used a lighter?: Yes. who hasnt?&lt;br /&gt;25. Been on stage?: Yaaap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****FAVORITE*****&lt;br /&gt;35. Food: Siew Mai (sp?) and Chicken Pau. YUMMM.&lt;br /&gt;36. Ice cream flavor: Mint with those choco stuffies.&lt;br /&gt;37. School subject(s): Chem practical.&lt;br /&gt;38. Person?: Oliver Kahn, Lehmann, Klinsman, EVERYONE on the german team, e Jolie-pitts, Victoria beckham, Ellen Degeneres.&lt;br /&gt;41. Book(s): Anything by Kate White and Message in a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;42. Movie(s): Oooh, i'd have to open my treasure chest to check. But mainly, Grind, Green street hooligans, Rocky 1-5, Godfather (yes, i cannot believe it!) and bend it like beckham.&lt;br /&gt;44. Park?: Botanics. The orchestra there is goood.&lt;br /&gt;46. Place: Living room i guess and er my little mini-library near my bed. :D&lt;br /&gt;47. Sport to watch: SOCCER&lt;br /&gt;50. Letter(s): M and B&lt;br /&gt;51. Restaurant: That place where daddy always brings us.&lt;br /&gt;52. Cartoon Character(s): Dory! Spongebob and patrick!! and Kim Possible.&lt;br /&gt;53. TV Station(s): CH27, ESPN, Discovery travel and living, Disney channel!!&lt;br /&gt;54. Name for a son: Danial Raphael&lt;br /&gt;55. Name for a daughter: Sofia Zenee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**DO YOU PREFER**&lt;br /&gt;56. Chocolate or Vanilla: Vanilla!!&lt;br /&gt;58. Long relationships or one night stands: Long relationships&lt;br /&gt;59. Dogs or cats?: Cats&lt;br /&gt;60. Scary movies or comedies?: Comedies.&lt;br /&gt;61. Short hair or long: A mixture.&lt;br /&gt;62. Croutons or bacon bits?: Bacon bitss.&lt;br /&gt;63. Kissing or hugging: Kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**FIRST THINGS THAT COME TO MIND**&lt;br /&gt;64. Mexicans: Their Green jersey.&lt;br /&gt;65. School: My class table.&lt;br /&gt;67. Cow: Black and white&lt;br /&gt;68. Canada: Leaf&lt;br /&gt;70. Hands: Veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**THE PAST 48 HOURS, HAVE YOU**&lt;br /&gt;71. Watched a movie?: No, do soccer matches count? they are 90 minutes long!&lt;br /&gt;72. Talked on the phone?: Yeaaah. with sam!&lt;br /&gt;73. Cried?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;74.puked?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;75. Drank a glass of water?: A whole bottle, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;76. Done Drugs?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;77. Read a book or magazine?: Yes, this wedding magazine. hah!&lt;br /&gt;78. Watched TV?: OF COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;79. Looked in the mirror?: Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;80. Taken a shower?: Whaddya think?&lt;br /&gt;81. Taken a picture?: Of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bennie&lt;/span&gt; of course.&lt;br /&gt;82. Listened to music?: Every minute.&lt;br /&gt;83. Kissed someone?: Yess.&lt;br /&gt;85. Told someone you liked them?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**RANDOM**&lt;br /&gt;86. What do you want to be in future?: Travel Journalist&lt;br /&gt;87. What genre of music do you listen to?: Indie rock&lt;br /&gt;88. Would you mind to kill someone for money?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;89. How many flings/relationships/one-nightstands have you had?: Like you caree.&lt;br /&gt;90. Yakult or Vitagen?: Vitagen!&lt;br /&gt;91. Gays or bungs or lesbians?: Any would do.&lt;br /&gt;92. Paris hilton or Mother Teresa?: Hahahahaha. Paris and Mother Teresa fling!&lt;br /&gt;93. Singapore or Africa?: Who'd ever choose singapore?&lt;br /&gt;94. Singapore or hawaii?: Again the question. But i'd pick hawaii to anything else cos they have the top beaches.&lt;br /&gt;95. Married or single?: Neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yess, im done. Im gonna do my chem now. Ciao im out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115250691121643929?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115250691121643929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115250691121643929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115250691121643929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115250691121643929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-watching-replay-match-of-germany.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115235355811087408</id><published>2006-07-08T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T18:12:38.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low. Blood. Pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always having them nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115235355811087408?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115235355811087408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115235355811087408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115235355811087408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115235355811087408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/07/ugh-low.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115191536800333814</id><published>2006-07-03T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T14:30:49.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I figured i couldnt really concentrate today, you know, cos my mid yrs are around the corner and i shld feel a little pressurized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck, dont remind me ever again about exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then i realised i havent blogged and i guess thats why my mind wasnt at ease. Dont get me wrong, its not like everytime i am studying, i cant fully blast my concentration on the subject but think of blogging, but i havent used the computer in a gazillion years and it bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling numb.&lt;br /&gt;Brazil-OUT.&lt;br /&gt;England-OUT.&lt;br /&gt;Argentina-OUT.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope germany isnt next. Its becoming a European-cup now. All of e semi-finalists are european countries.&lt;br /&gt;Set my eyes on germany and france. AHHHHHHHH, in a few days time, the world cup would be over.    I.cannot.believe.it.    1 bloody month passed by so goddamn fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh i just finished my last book, Over her dead body. Really interesting. Kate white is one superb author. And being a crime reporter can be quite dangerous, i realised. But i wanna be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;detective&lt;/span&gt; , surely its a different case right? Oh waitttt, detectives are in a higher, more dangerous position. What&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; i dont care. As long as theres adventure in my life, im fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read a few of the soccer player's blogs and they sound so cute online. hahaha. the best was Joe Cole i think. And ronaldhino. The rest are more formal. Like they're doing some profile thingy for magazines. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ballack's&lt;/span&gt;  was normal i guess. But not updated that often as some other player, i cant remember. I hope Michael Owen's injury would cure soon. It sounds so badd. I wonder if it hurts so bad. Sometimes soccer players dont show the pain on their faces when in e field. Jeez, strong asses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh, im eating TWIGGIES!! havent eaten in a long timeee. Alright, i feel relief now. Im out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so juicy.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115191536800333814?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115191536800333814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115191536800333814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115191536800333814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115191536800333814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-figured-i-couldnt-really-concentrate.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115175415629116046</id><published>2006-07-01T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T19:42:36.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got water in my earrr.&lt;br /&gt;I hate those stuffsss. Jumped like mad but it stubbornly stays in there grrr.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, slacked like fag today. Went to tuition, then out to lunch with dad and sis, then went back home,&lt;br /&gt;Had to CLEAN THE BLOODY KITCHENNNN, decided to transfer some songs to my phone, played solitaire, finished my book, pilates, bathed and here i am.&lt;br /&gt;I can further up my details, but then again, why should i.&lt;br /&gt;Planning to start chemistry tomorrow, cos today, its e continuition of e quarter finals!&lt;br /&gt;YAY YAY YAAAY.&lt;br /&gt;GERMANY KICKED ASS LAST NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;Lehman, is officially my favourite goalkeeper. I like his curly maggie-mee hair. hahahha. But its cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/kahn%26lehman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/kahn%26lehman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They're gonna smooch anytime now. Poor kahn, he IS  a good goalkeeper too. The no. 1. Used to be i guess.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, LEHMAN blocked 2 penalty kicks last nightt. My godd, the way he moved to the right even before e ball is shot, is soooo opulenttt! Cheers to lehman! ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/ballack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/ballack.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/ballack2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/ballack2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here he issss. One of the real good players. And he is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just look at him go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His passings are superbb. He doesnt really run fast tho, compared to Lennon. But his good anywaaays. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/abs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/abs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Roaaarrr. Just take a look at his absss. Imagine all those crunches and sit ups and everything just for that tight stomach. Makes the ladies go weak in the knees. Right right righttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/crouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/crouch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/crouch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/crouch2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peter &lt;s&gt;crutch&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crouch. &lt;/span&gt;One tall guyyy. His legs are like a pair of chopsticks! Im so afraid it might break if he puts pressure on it any further especially when his running. Creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/becken_top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/becken_top.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Franz Beckenbauer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A classic player in the 70s. People highly respects him or smth. My brother said he won this thingy where no one else won before. Something something for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i'v turned this into a world cup post and yess i loikeeeeee. But for now, i gotta rush to complete my last book before it dues. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been my greatest joy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115175415629116046?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115175415629116046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115175415629116046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115175415629116046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115175415629116046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-got-water-in-my-earrr.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115132947522808093</id><published>2006-06-26T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:44:35.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pheww. Just finished doing maths. INTEGRATIONNN. its fun, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was just thinking of what to do after my o's.&lt;br /&gt;Hah yesss. I think ahead of time, WAY WAY ahead.&lt;br /&gt;So i came up with a list.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know whats up with me and lists these days, but here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; Things to do after my o's: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn how to cook!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Take up french/german language.&lt;br /&gt;3. Play tennis! Yess, more time for thatt!&lt;br /&gt;4. Get a tan.&lt;br /&gt;5. Lead my family to a more healthier lifestyle, especially dad.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have a movie-day. So many movies to watch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant exactly think right now, god knows why. Prolly cos integration took up most of my brain cells off my brains. School went by real fast today. Was sorta enjoying it. Except for last 2 periods where i couldnt keep my eyes opennn. England match yesterday was a total letdown. EXCEPTTT! Beckham can really give awesome free-kicks. And his hot. Even melvin says that!&lt;br /&gt;Say oooh la laaaaa. Hah, oh yea, sam and nat lost their voices from adam khoo's. AWWWWW. Nat is recovering already tho. Which means to say, Nat's recovering abilities is MUCH BETTER than SAM'S. WTF am i saying. k, know what? I am out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's start this over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115132947522808093?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115132947522808093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115132947522808093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115132947522808093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115132947522808093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/06/pheww.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115107702042176606</id><published>2006-06-23T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T23:37:00.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This whole new thingy reminds me of my sister's old blog.&lt;br /&gt;Well thats cos SHE designed it. Yes, credits to her.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i finally realised e only way that can make my ass start doing my work is to 1st take my daily dosages.&lt;br /&gt;Which areeee:&lt;br /&gt;1.Daily dosage of Popsugar, Hollywoodrag, PITNB!, Tuna, Egotastic bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;(Their addictive i tell you.)&lt;br /&gt;2.I need to surf youtube for anythingg. Yes anything. But lately &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Letterman's my mannn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Daily dosage of quotes frm some random website.&lt;br /&gt;4.An hour of pilates.&lt;br /&gt;5.Half an hr of singing sessions i guess. if i have e mood, and e voice.&lt;br /&gt;6.An hr of soccer/movie/whatever thats entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;7.An hr of slacking/cleaning studying area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, i think i'd prolly take up almost ALL of my studying timee.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and No.8 I must blog smth down.&lt;br /&gt;According to trenttt (&lt;33)&gt; 2 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;months already. WOOH.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, oh yess. i played with my alphabet biscuits the other dayy!&lt;br /&gt;It was soo funnn. Dedicated one to BENNIEEE. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Sam's back frm adam khoo. Motivated ass now she is.&lt;br /&gt;And before i forget, I NEED TO TELL YOUUU. i met the most beautiful-lest creature everrr.&lt;br /&gt;Here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture%28152%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/Picture%28152%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I name it Sophie. The adoption papers would be done soon by my younger sister, so hopefully by next week,  i can parade sophie around in schooool!! YAAAY. She's pretty too. [Emo now hah!]&lt;br /&gt;Allright, pictures from that night. The CITYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture%28169%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/Picture%28169%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture%28165%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/Picture%28165%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture%28164%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/Picture%28164%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture%28171%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/Picture%28171%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture%28166%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/Picture%28166%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So basically, the quality of my phone at night is really badd. Dont bother to use good camera shitstuffs anyway. OOOH HERE ARE MY ALPHABET BISCUITSSSSS!!!!!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture%28162%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/Picture%28162%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture%28176%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/Picture%28176%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture%28161%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/200/Picture%28161%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They taste good too btw. OOOH my next mission is to find alphabet soupsss! Marc says its goooood. Highly recommends it or smth. Maybe it isnt really nice and he wants to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sabo&lt;/span&gt; me. Hahh. Doubt i can find alphabet soup in NTUC/Cold Storage right? Whatever, gotta get my ass to e supermarkets sooon.&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokes, thats it for today. Im out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I screamed my fucking lungs out&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115107702042176606?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115107702042176606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115107702042176606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115107702042176606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115107702042176606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-whole-new-thingy-reminds-me-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115052319765189847</id><published>2006-06-17T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T14:42:48.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey all.&lt;br /&gt;Went out with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yellow-mellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ytd, &lt;u&gt;BRAS BASAH.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome hang out place.&lt;br /&gt;Chilled at this HUGE indian 2nd-hand bookstore,&lt;br /&gt;BUT DAMNN, loads of stuffs to read over there.&lt;br /&gt;They should put sofas for junkies like us.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im still down with flu and fever,&lt;br /&gt;Making my World Cup fever as high as ever.&lt;br /&gt;Dad tells me to sleep early when there isnt any interesting matches,&lt;br /&gt;BUT HOW CAN I RESIST?!&lt;br /&gt;GERMANY SCORED A LAST MINUTE GOAL.&lt;br /&gt;AND SO DID ENGLAND.&lt;br /&gt;bloody spiked up my enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;Spain is like one kick-ass country.&lt;br /&gt;And Argentina, WOOOH. 6-0, beat Serbia like madness.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, shall retain my excitedness for soccer for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;And take a test from sis's LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 names you go by:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nurul&lt;br /&gt;-Ameen&lt;br /&gt;-Mira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 parts of your heritage:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-malay&lt;br /&gt;-chinese&lt;br /&gt;-arab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 of your everyday essentials:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ipod&lt;br /&gt;-my wallet, BUT GUESS WHAT? I FRIGGIN LOST IT! grr.&lt;br /&gt;-waterandbook&lt;br /&gt;[Okay, thats technically 4 things, but water is EVERYONE'S essential things, so, so what?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 things you're wearing now:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my leg bracelet thingy&lt;br /&gt;-my fav jeans&lt;br /&gt;-my colourful boxer shorts.&lt;br /&gt;[i have not taken a bath okkk!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 of your favourite bands or musical artiste at the moment:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Stereophonics&lt;br /&gt;-Eisley&lt;br /&gt;-Ashlee Simpson (i dont know why many people hate her, i think her lyrics are awesome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 things you want in a relationship other than love:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Arguements [it'll bring us closer]&lt;br /&gt;-LOADS of humor+adventure&lt;br /&gt;-Taking initiatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 truths and 2 lies:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I bathe once a day.&lt;br /&gt;-I care about what people think of me.&lt;br /&gt;-Im really a health freak.&lt;br /&gt;-I suffer from bulimia.&lt;br /&gt;-Im in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-That 100$ smile&lt;br /&gt;-CURLYY hairr.&lt;br /&gt;-That broad shoulder look when they wear a fitting shirt. hott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 of your favourite hobbies:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I know its cliche, but i really do love singing.&lt;br /&gt;-PILATES!!&lt;br /&gt;-Go into a shop and look at clothes and walk out again. Usually, i leave with depression mode when the source of money isnt there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 things you badly want right now:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Stop feeling guilty of not studying so much.&lt;br /&gt;-Sing in a club with sam&lt;br /&gt;-Marcos to be here. asswipe. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 places you wanna go on a vacation:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Copenhagen (this time, with loads of cash for H&amp;M)&lt;br /&gt;-London&lt;br /&gt;-LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 things you wanna try doing:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Approach someone and tell them they have nice eyes, hair, whatever. (sam, i am NOT giving up)&lt;br /&gt;-Runaway to another country.&lt;br /&gt;-See if i can squat for more than 20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 people i would like to see take this test:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sam&lt;br /&gt;-Marcos&lt;br /&gt;-the next person who reads this space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats about it actually.&lt;br /&gt;Im out to go shopping with parents.&lt;br /&gt;Best source of cash, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe studying at night later,&lt;br /&gt;WHO KNOWS? gahh.&lt;br /&gt;Dying to talk to marcos.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Better ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nothing is permanent. EXCEPT the love of god.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115052319765189847?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115052319765189847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115052319765189847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115052319765189847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115052319765189847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-all.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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-19718388.post-115021781489508022</id><published>2006-06-14T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T14:44:14.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a big shout out to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;ANYONE, with the dvd of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Message in A Bottle,&lt;/span&gt; please do inform me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im dying to watch it!&lt;br /&gt;Also found out they made a movie out of it.&lt;br /&gt;I really like the book and highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;Its so bleeding sweet, i cannot stand it.&lt;br /&gt;The letters are super duper mellifluous!&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Sparks is one of a romantic man.&lt;br /&gt;His words can really make people fall in love with himm.&lt;br /&gt;Goddd. If your lucky, i think i'll post one of e letters here. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had shooting for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Tasted e feelings of acting and erm, i guess it isnt just my thing.&lt;br /&gt;But im doing for e sake of my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Even tho, Mr Bob said HE was being paid, while I?!&lt;br /&gt;Had to tolerate her friend's behaviour! [COLIN]&lt;br /&gt;It was fun tho.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyable i could say. and Ngee Ann is hugeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im halfway watching France vs Swiss match,&lt;br /&gt;so im jst gonna post one of e letters Garett wrote.&lt;br /&gt;I swear i almost fell in love with him if not for e ant who pinched me back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart would melt i tell youuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face--I know it is an impossibility, but i cannot help myself. My search for you is a never-ending quest that is doomed to fail. You and I had talked about what would happen if we were forced apart by circumstances, but i cannot keep the promise i made to you that night. I am sorry, my darling, but there will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; be another to replace you. The words I whispered to you were folly, and I should have realised it then. You--and &lt;u&gt;you alone&lt;/u&gt;--have always been the &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; thing i wanted, and now that you are gone, I have no desire to find another. &lt;u&gt;Till death do us part&lt;/u&gt;, we whispered in the church, and I've come to believe that the words will ring true until the day finally comes when I, too, am taken from this world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a chance to continue with this post so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;Am basically just posting pictures from set, [its only just Colin being an ass.]&lt;br /&gt;And one of them being me when im a little kid. very random.&lt;br /&gt;And another is jin man and me in denmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im soo upset i dont know what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture146.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture143.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture140.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture139.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture132-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19718388-115021781489508022?l=happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/feeds/115021781489508022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19718388&amp;postID=115021781489508022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115021781489508022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19718388/posts/default/115021781489508022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happeningandmovingon.blogspot.com/2006/06/big-shout-out-to-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</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></feed>
