<?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-22292209</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:10:02.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22292209.post-115314803426387360</id><published>2006-07-17T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T07:53:54.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Yeah yeah. This is probably the ugliest layout you've ever seen. Haha! But be appreciative, i've gotten rid of the unfabulous tagboard. Everyone's complaining about the size so here it goes, comment box! This time, i promise i'll reply your comments. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ I had the most awesome day of my life on Sunday. Din't make it to the Band Fiesta cause i had to attend my cousin' hatchday party. She attended mine and it wouldn't be nice if i missed hers. The party at West Coast Park Mcdonald's was the BEST! There were unlimited food orders so we can order whatever we want from both, the outlet itself &amp; Mccafe. That's the  first thing i love about the party!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Secondly, was how my cousins decorated the place creatively. The place looked wonderful! And since the dresscode was pink, everything there were mainly 'Strawberry Shortcake'. Even the cake, it's a 3d cake of the Strawberry Shortcake! Emma looked extremely adorable. She welcomed her guests with a cast of her spell using her wand. So smart please. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Finally, THE GAMES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IT WAS SUPERB!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ The guys were the funniest! When the music stopped, they had to squeeze into this four small mats &amp; they were sooo violent that they fell &amp;amp; toppled the whole table. My brother in law fell onto one of the kids. HAHAHHAHAHAHA. Ijal was fast, he's really swift! The last part was like a moshpit, i tell you. Nazar got carried up in the air by the guys. HAHAHAHAHAH! The winner was Ijal &amp; my dad. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Next was women's turn to go mad! My mum is one smart &amp; active lady, i tell you! She was untouched okay. She had one mat all to herself because she was really fast lah! So funny. Their screaming were like, OMG, no comment. My auntie and my mum won. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosh, are my parents great or what!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Finally, was the teengagers turn! We formed one circle and one by one, we had to perform a dance in the centre. WUTTHEHELL!!!!! Like i said, i'm really decent in front of my family. Lol! And they actually had the cheeks to force me to start it off. Oh no way man, not under any circumstances! Lol. What's more, most of my cousins are in Modern/Malay/Chinese dance as a CCA. Sheila and i were the only bandsmen so i wasn't really confident. =/ SO it started and one by one they unleashed their talents. Damn, MUNEERA, SUHAILI &amp; WANI DANCED REALLLLY HOTTT!!!!! I was the last one &amp; when it was my turn, they changed the song from Hip's Don't Lie to Tamale. Chicken! However, i just danced and they applauded loud for me! Ahahahhahaha! Soo malu please!!!!! Lol. The main winners were Muneera, Wani &amp;amp; me. =)))) Unexpectedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ To end off the party, everyone danced. And i was sooooo surprised and amazed by my brother!!!!!!! He danced really well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All sorta styles!!!!!!!! He even break-danced. I thought he couldn't break-dance anymore sey! HAHAHHAHA. Honestly, if i were some outsiders, i would have fallen for his moves lah. I really din't know he could dance that well okay!!! Oh and Rizal too! That boy who used to be close to me! And we took a photo together. =x Ayu, Nana, Rizal &amp; me and since there were not much space at that corner, i sat on Rizal's lap! =x Damn, i'm loving that photo. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-115314803426387360?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/115314803426387360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=115314803426387360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115314803426387360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115314803426387360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/07/yeah-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22292209.post-115280726388473951</id><published>2006-07-14T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:48:30.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Good Son&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/The%20Good%20Son.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ That will be up in my favourite movies list in a while. A movie that my mum &amp; i have watched years ago when i was really young. We ended up tearing at the end of the show. Yes, it was that sad. The events in this movie are which you will not expect from both the young yet very talented actors, Mark [Elijah Wood] &amp;amp; Henry [Macaulay Culkin]. The storyline &amp; everything are just fabulous. My rate will be five popcorns out of five. AMAZING, i tell you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Eerie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Psychotic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Thrilling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Unexpected.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Unbelievable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ And cute. Hehe. My mum loves this movie too &amp;amp; i've been trying to figure out the title of the movie till today when i finally managed to use at least the half of the brains i have. I was too stupid to think of a way, like, typing one of the actors name out in Google &amp; browse through the movies they acted in. -_- Oh and i came across this splendid 'comedian' in youtube.com who came up with his own rendition of 'The Good Son'. It's fucking hilarious that it got me laughing throughout the play. I'll post the video soon. BUT, you gotta watch the original movie first before i can post it up. Or else, you're gonna label me a 'spoiler'. Trust me on that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Anyway, i went Jurong Point today to get my pink costume for my cousin's birthday this Sunday. My lovely Emma Melissa. I bought mine at Esprit &amp;amp; i'm gonna head down there tomorrow to get more. Wait, there's Baybeats lah. Shiat. Oh and i met MUBEENA at Banquet! Lolol! I was eating when someone screamed,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'MAISARAAAAAAH!'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ I went like, ' OhmyGod! MUBEENAAAAA!'. Now picture us being bimbotic. =/ She was biting her teeth when she talked cause she was tryna hide her excitement. Haha. She missed me she missed me!!! Ahhah. I missed her too! She hugged me soo tightly &amp; went like, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'OmyGod Maisarah i miss you! I miss you! I miss you lah! I miss you!......'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ I'm soo glad to have bumped into her because the last time we talked was a few weeks ago when she came online and sent me a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LARGE&lt;/span&gt; but pretty font saying,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;' MAISARAH I MISSS YOU SOOOO MUCH! I LOVE YOU! I TOLD EVERYONE I MISSED YOU &amp;amp; THE CLASS! I MISS YOU ALOT LAH! ORGANISE A CLASS OUTING LAH! I WANNA SEE YOU!'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ And there were more. =/ Haha! Obviously, i love her too eventhough she can be quite a weirdo at times. Ahahha. The indian girls in the normal classes knew me because she 'advertised' me to them. Saying that i have very nice curls, funny, pretty, havoc &amp; that i can sing very well. OhmyGod, i'm gonna barf. That's what they said okay &amp;amp; i swear to God that i'm not making these up. But one thing's for sure, I'M NOT ALL THAT! I can't even sing for nuts! The only reason why i sing to her is because she asked me to as she claimed that even when i sing to myself, i sound good. Wutthehell, you tell me. Nonetheless, i'm flattered thank you. =x Teehee. Lol. Imelda and i have planned out the outing but it won't be too soon because everyone's busy with something at this moment. So there you go...4e7. Just wait okay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I'm going to sleep now. Waited for that someone aka A***Kerr made me sleepy. I feel like strangling, pushing, pulling &amp;amp; BITING him right now! Grrrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay night! And dun't forget to watch The Good Son. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-115280726388473951?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/115280726388473951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=115280726388473951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115280726388473951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115280726388473951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-son-that-will-be-up-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-115270315557259656</id><published>2006-07-12T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T04:19:15.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I just posted a long entry twice &amp; at both times, blogger died on me. =( So i shall rush this entry to avoid another disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; The party was quite fun when i least expected it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Nurul, Muneera, Sheila &amp;amp; me got 4 free rides &amp; 2 free trials for the luck game cause the funfair crew knew it was my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; The cute station-in-charge joined us in the ride. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Celine &amp;amp; Intan surprised me wen they actually came for my party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Went YHCB concert. The band was entertaining. Lovesss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Khairunnizam's my saxophone idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Bought three Coffee Bean's cakes for the section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Met the section at night &amp; was pestered to get them more food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Spend fifteen bucks on their burgers &amp;amp; they told me that they've actually eaten but they dun't mind more. -_-, gluttons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Plan for a movie with the section today but Kangwei being the most excited one, had orals &amp; some had Napfa test. Hence, it was postponed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Jaminah &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp; i are gonna track Kang Wei down &amp; kill him. Lol! He bit my back &amp;amp; i'm aching like hell. Grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Fauzi find one of the ex-members HOT. It's a boy by the way. I AGREE cause that was what Genieve &amp; i said too during the band's concert. Yummy hair-do and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Celine, i shall update you once i meet &lt;em&gt;Nazar&lt;/em&gt; again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Everyone, don't upset Jessie because when she comments on you, you'll be cursed. LOLOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For example, with referance to Dhibx's experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jessie: Your dog's fat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ And now, guess what happened? The dog's aneroxic[ whatever the spelling]! HAHAHHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; MY MALAY ORAL EXAMINATION WAS A MESS! SCREWED BIG TIME! The examiner wished me happy birthday &amp;amp; cracked cheesy jokes that i can never understand but just had to laugh along. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; My dentist praised my teeth again &amp; it took her less than two minutes to check my teeth! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; The above two happened on my birthday &amp;amp; i actually sorta forgot that my birthday's on the tenth instead of eight. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Fauzi's horny. Scary eh?! Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Got a saxophone hpchain from Chee Liong. Got a handkerchief from Kang Wei &amp; Chee San. Got a Nightmare Before Christmas hp chain from Haikal. Jurina's still hiding her expensive gift from me &amp;amp; i'll have to wait. All form Japan, thank you. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; I lost my handphone cover. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; I named my iPOD Chucky. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; JAMINAH BOUGHT ME AN EXPENSIVE PERFUME &amp; I LOVE HER MORE AND MORE EACH DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; And Ain forced me to post the party pics. Here you go, for Ain &amp;amp; Genieve's sake....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/seventeenth17.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ The cake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/seventeenth21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ The family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/seventeenth14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ The friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-115270315557259656?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/115270315557259656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=115270315557259656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115270315557259656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115270315557259656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-just-posted-long-entry-twice.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-115254643433089696</id><published>2006-07-11T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T06:07:14.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/1600/My%20Seventeenth%20Birthday!%20050.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/My%20Seventeenth%20Birthday%21%20050.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Seventh heaven!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/My%20Seventeenth%20Birthday%21%20053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/My%20Seventeenth%20Birthday%21%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/My%20Seventeenth%20Birthday%21%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/My%20Seventeenth%20Birthday%21%20055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/My%20Seventeenth%20Birthday%21%20056.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ This is what i call a &lt;u&gt;perfect contentment embrace&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ To my friends &amp; family members who took their time off to attend my birthday party, i would like to dedicate a &lt;u&gt;thousand thanks&lt;/u&gt; to y'all for everything! Without your presence, the party might have been a failure. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt; for the birthday wishes, gifts, hug, kisses &amp;amp; all! I really appreciate it. I LOVE Y'ALL LAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Gratitude Towards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[In alphabetical order]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Adam Kerr; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pseudopath.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://pseudopath.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Aik Nen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Aisha Shazy; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://psycho-facades.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://psycho-facades.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Celine; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cellytubbies.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://cellytubbies.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Chee Liong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Elizabeth Rani; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://her-framedbeauty.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://her-framedbeauty.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Farah Nadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Fatimah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Foo May Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Genieve Revathi Jonathan; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Imelda Teja Sukardi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Imran: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/~scribblylines"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://livejournal.com/~scribblylines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Intan Prawesti; htp://world-befree.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Jaminah; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://brokenwingsofa-butterfly.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://brokenwingsofa-butterfly.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Jessie; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://my-brokenpencil.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://my-brokenpencil.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Kang Wei; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://verdurous.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://verdurous.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Khalid Hafiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Kikie; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://latinlounge.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://latinlounge.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Nas Mohammad Mustaqim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Putri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Rina Suryati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Rizal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Seetha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Sham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Sheila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Syasya; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chic-pea.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://chic-pea.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Tan Pei Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Wani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; AND EVERYONE WHO CAME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Will update more tomorrow. For now, i need some Art discipline. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks &lt;/span&gt;again, my loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-115254643433089696?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/115254643433089696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=115254643433089696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115254643433089696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115254643433089696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/07/seventh-heaven-this-is-what-i-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-115216552838425003</id><published>2006-07-06T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T23:18:29.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ I'm sick. My stomach crame is killing me &amp; i can only walk a distance of 2 metres the most. =(&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Anyway,i went to town yesterday &amp;amp; bumped into Ms Ang. Haha. We were in the same bus all along &amp; i din't realise it only until we alighted the bus at the same stop, Lucky Plaza. I was asleep throughout the journey. Lol. She said she was going to Paragon &amp;amp; i was heading to Takashimaya. What a coincidence right?! Lol. Met Nazar &amp; got my cards &amp;amp; such. Accompanied him to buy his shades &amp; left town.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ I was laughing to myself in the train la. This guy was standing in front of me &amp;amp; was falling asleep. So now y'all imagine his head losing balance right? No, it's not just the head. The whole body's losing balance. HAHAHAHHA. You know how the &lt;em&gt;hakka&lt;/em&gt; looks like. The beginning whereby they'll take a sudden step in front, yeah like that. So violent. HAHAHHAA. I had to call up my friends to entertain me so that people wun't know that i was laughing at him. Mweuheha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Oh and i finally downloaded Limewire! I know i'm sucha sucka. Like people's stepping in to year 2007 &amp; i'm still left behind in year 2000. =/ AND I HAVE SONGS!!!!! Thanks to my friends &amp;amp; Limewire!!! Hohoho! I HAVE PHOTOS TOO!!! AND SOON, I'M GOING TO HAVE ADOBE PHOTOSHOP &amp; BRUSHES &amp;amp; LESSONS! AND I'M GOING TO CREATE A MYSPACE ACCOUNT BECAUSE MY FRIENDS HAVE BEEN PSYCHOING ME TO DO SO. ONCE ALL THESE ARE DONE BY THE END OF THE WEEK, I WILL NOT BE GOING OUT ANYMORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope..]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHHHEHA. LOVE Y'ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-115216552838425003?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/115216552838425003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=115216552838425003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115216552838425003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115216552838425003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-115208265777391774</id><published>2006-07-05T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:57:37.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Yesterday was one of my busiest day in life. Like, busy with a capital B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I had to rush home after school to get to five destinations. Concourse, Arab Street, Takashimaya, Wheelock Place &amp; Mustafa Centre. Yes, i sound like a professional car dealer or something but no, i'm just a student who's retaking her o's. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I had to collect my stuff &amp; go for my interview [dun't bother guessing what it's about =x]. More &amp; more things i bought secretly without my mum's consent that my wallet's almost empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and speaking of which.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I know everyone's like over mp3s &amp; iPODs and whatever by now but i gotta admit that i'm a newbie at this! And i'm a proud owner of an iPOD Nanonanonanonano Blackkkkkk. =] Haha. I wanted to get this when i was back working but i realised that handphone is far more important compared to the iPOD. So i got myself my phone &amp; i begged my parents for the iPOD. However, they ignored. -_- Yes, i kinda deserved it. That's because they were truly dissapointed with my o level results weeks later. I was a sad girl but i had to do my part too so yeah, i understood. Why? Because they promised to fulfill my almost everything if i did well in my o's. And expectedly, the results weren't even close to good when i got it. =/ Gee. So i shutup about the iPOD thingie. Fortunately, they got over it &amp; gave my brother &amp;amp; sister the green light to get me my iPOD! Lol. I had a tough time making my choice lah. My auntie wanted me to get the portable play station but i'm not some game-addicted child. My sister wanted me to get the iPOD video but my cousin who has it says it's 'vulnerable'.&lt;--WTF? My dad wants me to get the Sony colour-colour one but it's translucent &amp; millenium is a big nono for me. My mum wants me to get the Panasonic silver one but the buttons and all are too detailed. ALAMAK! DILEMMA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ On second thought, it wasn't much of a dilemma actually. Noone can psycho me. I live by my taste. I wanted the Nano because it is slim &amp; sexy &amp; it looks quite professional on my hands. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ The problem is, Maisarah has to start from scratch &amp; find all them songs!!!!! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Anyway, i'll continue later. Now i'm off to town again &amp; maybe later, Mcdonald's to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-115208265777391774?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/115208265777391774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=115208265777391774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115208265777391774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115208265777391774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterday-was-one-of-my-busiest-day-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-115185354460887204</id><published>2006-07-02T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T08:19:04.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I would like to start off this entry by congratulating the fellow bandsmen. To all those who were promoted or assigned to run an acting post/pose(?), congratulations! Make this chance worthwhile &amp; prove to others that you deserve this post/pose(?). For those who din't achieve their aim, cheer up!-hugs- It's not the end of the world........yet. I mean, prove to them that you too are capable of it &amp; make them change their decisions! Just work hard &amp;amp; do not care what people think or say about you. Just take the constructive criticisms &amp; mend your ways &amp;amp; shove the unnecessary ones up your ass. ;) Know your limits though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Anyway, my fellow bandmates have been irritating me in school okay! Lol. They've been talking to me in Japanese language &amp; asking me the meaning of the words. But they messed with the wrong girl okay! I got many of the meanings right. See who's the dumb ones now, guys!!! HAHAHHAHEHHA. I told them i knew a lil bit of Jap &amp;amp; they were like soo curious to learn more from me. HAHAHAHHA! Should have seen their pathetic surious faces! I taught them words like, &lt;em&gt;puki-puki. =x &lt;/em&gt;And &lt;em&gt;kookaburra &lt;/em&gt;&amp; &lt;em&gt;purrrr. &lt;/em&gt;Hhahahhehhahhaa. It means......... i'll go figure what it means. =/ Heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ However, i still love them people many many. Especially my section juniors. Thanks Chee Liong! For that yellow saxophone hanging thingie what the name is. It's on my phone now! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I went to Putri's house on Friday &amp; it was SUPER FUN!!! I was bored so i decided to leave for her house. There, she played her songs. What songs?! TECHNO!!!! -faints-  No dun't hate techno. Techno can be pretty good too! I was like, "Wutthehell techno?!!!" at first but ended up dancing to the same song over and over again. I ransacked her room like how Jurina &amp; May Hui did to my room last year &amp;amp; tried on her clothes. Haha so funnaye! She still kept her super old unglam clothes lah. I mean it may be unglam and all but if you know how to match it with something, it'll probably look as good as new. So i bid a price to get it but she wun't sell i to me!!!! She claimed that she'll be more embarrassed if they found out it's hers. Wut the hell you! Lol. And she refused to wear it either. Set! &lt;em&gt;Confirm stupid&lt;/em&gt;. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ We were having a heart to heart conversation. Y'know the thing girls are best at. Lol. Putri cried okay, on my lap &amp; wet my thighs. =x Okok. I din't mind actually. Then i played the techno songs again &amp;amp; we jumped on her sofa like madfucks. IT WAS FUN I SWEAR! Techno is super lame but catchy, i tell you. I wanna do it more often Putri darling! &lt;333&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Went to town with the cousins yesterday. Was supposed to see the band's promotion but Adam had a ballet class to attend to &amp; May Hui had an ErHu performance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHA. GOTCHA! THEY COULDN'T MAKE IT BECAUSE OF OTHER REASONS LAH. HAHAHEHHHAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Town was expectedly, packed. I bought myself thongs!!! HAHAHHAA. The only thing i could get with the amount of money i had. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Stayed up all night to watch the socer match &amp; Purtugal won! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, why is C.Ronaldo's lip fucking pale? WHY AR? =/.  BRAZIL LOST. MY CONDOLENCES TO THEM. =( FRANCE CAN GO PLAY &lt;em&gt;CHAPTEH &lt;/em&gt;LAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: Brazil lost. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nurul: Padan muka. Hate Brazil. So common &amp; orbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: What has that got to do with talents &amp; pride? -rolls eyes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lol. Love her nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-115185354460887204?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/115185354460887204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=115185354460887204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115185354460887204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115185354460887204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-would-like-to-start-off-this-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-115165598155921107</id><published>2006-06-30T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T01:34:50.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I've been tagged by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://psycho-facades.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aisha Shazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://brokenwingsofa-butterfly.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jaminah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Genieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Ten Favourites&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Favourite Colours: Gold, green (preferably, lime green), black.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Favourite Food: Mum's cooking, terriyaki chicken pasta, tom yum, whatever that comes in vanilla &amp;amp; many more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Favourite Songs: I Want To Spend My Lifetime Loving You, Creep, Kiss From A Rose, A Littlepiece,When Love And Death Embrace, Uninvited, The Blowers Daughter, Gangster's Paradise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Favourite Movies: Buffy The Vampire Slayer (the movie), A Dangerous Mind, Now &amp; Then, Edward Scissorhands &amp;amp; Sound Of Music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Favourite Sports: Swimming (though i suck at it), parasailing (though i've yet to try. HAHA!) &amp; cycling (How ironic!). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Favourite Season: Winter, please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Favourite Day Of The Week: Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Favourite Ice-cream Flavours: Vanilla (preferably French Vanilla), Danish Nougat, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough, Vanilla brownie, Apple Crumble &amp;amp; Frosted Chocolate Malt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Currents&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Current Mood: Bored &amp; sick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Current Taste: Spicy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Current Clothes: Tank-top with the word BANG! on it and band bermudas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Current Desktop: 4e7 class photo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Current Toenail Colour: Painted white at the tip but my handnails are all painted goldish natural brown at only the tip! It's cool okay though it's kinda tough to do it. I can paint them for you, provided you have long &amp;amp; healthy fingernails that's white &amp; strong at the tip. It's much more rare compared to fully painted nails.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Current Time: 3 o'clock.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Current Surroundings: Chill-out spot, my house balcony that is and the rays of the sun barbequieng me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Current Annoyance: Losing my documents &amp;amp; songs (yes, i'm not over it yet) &amp; the warmth of the sun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Current Thought: How the hell can i possibly get back my songs, documents &amp;amp; pictures? How am i to upload my Friendster account's pictures when i dun't have a single one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;8 Firsts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; First Bestfriend: First bestfriend as in the first bestfriend i've ever had or the bestfriend that i deemed no. 1, the first ultimate bestfriend? Hrmm, if you're referring to the former, then it'll be Illy Tahirah, in primary 1. The latter would be Aishah! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; First Crush: ....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; First Movie: Forgotten.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; First Piercing: Forgotten.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; First Music: Mum's singing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; First Car: When i was very young. My dad's lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lasts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Last Drink: Mos Burger's vanilla milkshake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Last Car Ride: My sister's car, from Marina Square yesternight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Last Crush: =x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Last Movie Seen: Poseidon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Last Phonecall: Putri.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Last CD Played: My Best Friend's Wedding soundtrack.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;6 Have You Evers?&lt;/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Have you ever dated one of your bestfriends: Err no. But Firdaus dated me for dinner before! And adam dated me for Graduation Night! =) Geee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Have you ever broken a law?: Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Have you ever been arrested?: No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Have you ever skinny-dipped?: A semi-one yes. My top dropped &amp; i had to dive in to get it back. Kanina.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Have you ever been kissed in TV?: No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Have you ever kissed someone you didn't know: Yeah on the cheeks but they're girls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 Things I'm Wearing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Tank-top&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Band Bermudas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Bra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Boxers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Anklets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;4 Things you've done today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Sent my sister off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Bathed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Sent out the invitation cards.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Blog-hopping. (Been the logest time since i blog-hopped)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 Things you can hear right now&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; My brother and his girlfriend talking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Voices of kids from the void-deck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; The keyboard noise when i'm typing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2 Things You Can't Live Without (besides water, oxygen, food &amp;amp; God)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Music. ( But thank God, i'm still surviving )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Family &amp; friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1 Thing You do When You're Bored&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Roll and just talk to myself on the bed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ That's it for the one Grj &amp;amp; Jaminah tagged me. Here's more from Aisha. Grrr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 Random Facts About Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; I'm retaking my 'O's this year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; I dun't really care what people think about me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; I designed all my Hari Raya clothes myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; I have a HUGE Barbie doll collection.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; I admit that i'm still kinda kiddish for my age.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; I have more pimples than YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; I think ALOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 Things That Scare Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Natural disasters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Clowns.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Losing someone i really love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Dogs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; O level.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; News on murder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 Random Music At The Moment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Not listening to any but will be listing some from my head&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Patrick Wolf.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Incubus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; HIM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Alanis Morissette.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Ghost Of The Robot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Within Temptation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Damien Rice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 Things I Like Most&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Vampires.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Dancing &amp;amp; jumping for the fun of it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Moon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; James Marsters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Kids.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Doing something different and at the same time have fun!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 Things i say most&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Eh hi, i'm single by the way! =x HAHAHHAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; WTF?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Wutthehell you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; You make my PUSSY go wee-wee-wee-wee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Fucka.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; I tell you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Serious?!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 people To Do This&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Ain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Jessie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Celine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Imran&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Adam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Okay i'm gonna be late. BYE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&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/22292209-115165598155921107?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/115165598155921107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=115165598155921107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115165598155921107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115165598155921107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-been-tagged-by-aisha-shazy-jaminah.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-115155656365765231</id><published>2006-06-29T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T21:49:23.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ FUCK MY COMP LAH. MUTHA*! I'M SO FUCKED UP RIGHT NOW. I'VE LOST MY EVERY PERSONAL CONTENT NOW. MY PICTURES, DOCUMENTS, CODES AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, MY SONGS!!!!! THIS IS FARMOST THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE! TO LOSE SOMETHING I BARELY CAN SURVIVE WITHOUT. NOW I FEEL LIKE A FUCKEN LOSER, HAVING THREE SONGS IN MY WMP! BEETHOVEN'S CRAP &amp; WHATEVER. CHICKEN. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ I HAVEN'T BEEN LISTENING TO PERFECT 10 FOR ALMOST TWO/THREE YEARS CAUSE THEY'RE NOT AS GOOD AS LAST TIME. SO I STARTED LISTENING TO POWER 98 WHICH UNFORTUNATELY, TURNED OUT LIKE CRAP TOO. NEXT, I MOVED TO CLASS 95. AND I LIKED IT! BUT SOON I REALISED, I STILL PREFER MY OWN STATION WITH MY OWN SONGS. BUT NOW, EVERYTHING WENT -POOFS-, GONE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ SO BEFORE I DIE LACKING OF MUSIC-XYGEN, BE MY SAVIOUR &amp; RESCUE ME. WHAT 'M TRYING TO SAY IS, IF YOU DO HAVE NICE SONGS, &amp; YOU THINK YOU'RE NICE ENOUGH TO HELP ME, THEN SEND ME SOME SONGS. SLOWLY, I CAN AT LEAST REPLENISH MY PLAYER. THANKS EVERYONE. YES, I'M A FUCKING LOSER RIGHT NOW, WHO USED TO SEND SONGS TO PEOPLE AND NOW ENDED UP WITH NOTHING AT ALL. HUEHUE. BE NICE, REMEMBER MY CONTRIBUTIONS &amp;amp; REPAY MY KINDLESS LAH! OR IF YOU'RE EVEN NICER, YOU CAN SEND ME THESE SONGS[if you have it] THAT I'M GOING TO LIST DOWN. OR IF YOU WANNA EARN YOURSELF MORE CREDIT, YOU CAN HELP ME DOWNLOAD THE SONGS. =X HUEHUE. WHY CREDIT? NOT ONLY WILL IT BENEFIT ME, YOU TOO CAN LISTEN TO THEM SONGS WHICH YOU'LL EVENTUALLY LOVE, TRUST ME. AND YOU'LL THANK ME FOR THAT! BESIDES, I DUN'T MIND PAYING YOU! ONE SONG, ERR, 50 CENTS? SEE! WITH FOUR SONGS, YOU EARN YOURSELF 2 BUCKS AND YOU CAN HEAD DOWN TO THE FUNFAIR &amp; TAKE A CRAZY DRAGON DANCE RIDE! =))))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; I Want To Spend My Lifetime Loving You- Tina Arena &amp; Marc Anthony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Creep- Radiohead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; A Littlepiece- Never Ending White Lights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; When Love And Death Embrace- HIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; The Grace- HIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Rest In Pieces- Saliva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Broken- Seether feat. Amy Lee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; War- The Cardigans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Uninvited- Alanis Morissette&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Ironic- Alanis Morissette&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Hands In My Pocket- Alanis Morissette&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Slipped Away- Avril Lavigne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Kiss From A Rose- Seal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Shakespear In Love- Layla Kaylif&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Irresistable- Jessica Simpson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; I Wanna Be With You- Mandy Moore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Only Hope- Mandy Moore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; The Blowers Daughter- Damien Rice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Amie- Damien Rice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Cheers Darling- Damien Rice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Geng Beng- Immorales&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Ghost Of The Robot songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; JAMES MARSTERS songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Incubus songs!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; The Cranberries songs!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Patrick Wolf's songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Sheila On 7 songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; RATU songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Melly Goeslaw/Krisdayanti songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; The Postal Service songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Within Temptation's songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Evan Escence songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Beastie Boy's songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Sixpence None The Richer's songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Nat King Cole's Unforgettable &amp;amp; LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Sophie Ellis Baxtor's songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ YOUR HELP WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECIATED. HEEHEE. THANKS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-115155656365765231?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/115155656365765231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=115155656365765231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115155656365765231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115155656365765231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/06/fuck-my-comp-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-115149518054304439</id><published>2006-06-28T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T04:46:40.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kiss From A Rose&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OST Batman Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ateQQc-AgEM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ How can i forgot this song?! One of my &lt;u&gt;favourites&lt;/u&gt; too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-115149518054304439?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/115149518054304439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=115149518054304439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115149518054304439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115149518054304439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/06/kiss-from-rose-ost-batman-forever-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-115140000517281406</id><published>2006-06-27T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T02:25:13.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Ain, Jessie, Celine &amp; Rani were absent today! Grrr. Jaminah &amp;amp; i will be absent this Thursday, we're gonna fall sick. =/ Hahahahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Anyway, school today was not badddd. Fauzi &amp; i were like talking, talking &amp;amp; talking. I miss him like fuck lah. He told me that over the holidays, he actually wanted to come over but ended up not. Poor boy, WHY DIN'T YOU CALL ME?!!!! All along, i thought he was enjoying his holidays &amp; forgotten me. Lol. So we've made plans, he's gonna come over my house &amp;amp; study with me. We're gonna burn the midnight oil! At the same time, he's gonna help me with Science. AND JAMINAH, YOU BETTER JOIN US! YOU COME OVER TO MY HOUSE THEN I'LL VISIT YOUR NEW HOUSE! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I accompanied Jaminah for threading today. Damn! It sounds &lt;em&gt;deadly&lt;/em&gt;. =/ I din't know threading can be &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; painful. She was whining in pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Mai, pain lah! Pain lah!!! PAINNNNN!!!!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Hahahahhaha! She repeated that over and over again. My condolences to my oh-so-dear Jaminah. Take care okay. And you dun't look evil. I hope that helped, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ And i've decided &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; to go for threading. It's super scary, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Oh, my Mother Tongue oral is on my birthday, tenth of July! My God, &lt;em&gt;suey&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Results for English preliminary oral has been released. After knowing the result, i've decided, I WANT TO BE A MOTIVATIONAL SPEAKER! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe. I'm a &lt;u&gt;happy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; girl!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Oh and i would like to thank Mrs Emily Tan very very much for everything, especially the comments. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a very satisfied girl today!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-115140000517281406?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/115140000517281406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=115140000517281406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115140000517281406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115140000517281406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-world-ain-jessie-celine-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-115134032452881952</id><published>2006-06-27T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T09:50:56.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ HAHAHHAHAHA. I LOVE YOU TOO JA-MINAH! DO YOU GUYS KNOW OUR FAVOURITE SONG THAT WE SING OR HUM IN CLASS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you dun't, then you can read the song in &lt;a href="http://brokenwingsofa-butterfly.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Jaminah's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog. Dun't bother reading the rest of the post, it's basically similar to my previous post. I couldn't recall the exact lyrics, so do refer to hers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Haha! &lt;em&gt;Crap&lt;/em&gt;, trust me. There's the &lt;em&gt;original version&lt;/em&gt; &amp; &lt;em&gt;Maisarah's Shankre version&lt;/em&gt;. MWAHHAHEHEH! I bet everyone's having that &lt;em&gt;doh-face &lt;/em&gt;now. Like, 'wtfyousayingMaisarah?Wedun'tgetyou!'. HAHAHAHAHAH! NEVERMIND! DUN'T FRET HUMANOIDS! IT'S NOTHING BIG. MOST TO MOST, YOU'LL JUST DIE IF YOU DUN'T GET ME! HAHAHAHAHAHA. OKAY THE SUCKA'S HIGH ON SUGAR BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Wait! HAHAHHAHA! I missed on some things earlier. Ain is one of the weirdest yet funniest creature on Earth, i tell ya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: Eh that girl's wearing that specs!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ain: OMG! Isn't that t..&lt;em&gt;transmitted spectacles&lt;/em&gt;?!!! &lt;------WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAH!!!!!!! No Ain, it's a spectacle with transition lenses. And it's not a &lt;em&gt;tinted spectacles&lt;/em&gt; either! HAHAHAHHAA! This is what i call, &lt;u&gt;asal boleh&lt;/u&gt;! Ahhahahha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Everyone's retarded today. We kept saying the wrong things lah. I was like, 'EH! I LIKE TO WATCH JASH &amp;amp; DROKE!'. HAHHAHA! IT'S JOSH AND DRAKE SARAH! I KNOW! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ And i got really confused by this malay song called 'kain pelekat lalalala'. I accidentally editted the -coughs- lyrics to 'batu serembat lalalala'. My God, confusing lah confusing!!!! Hahahahhaha! Like, from 'Textile Lalalala' changed to 'Five stones lalalala'. =O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ If you think i'm dumb, you should meet the rest of the group too. I think they're way &lt;em&gt;dumber&lt;/em&gt; than me! Lol. Serious! Ain &amp; Jaminah, especially. But without these two dumb &amp;amp; dumber, there won't be hysterical dumbfucks, will there? =x HAHAHHAHAHA! I LOVE YOU ALL STILL! JAM, YOU'RE THE MOST NAIVE BUT HILARIOUS PERSON I'VE EVER CAME ACROSS! THUS, THE LOVE I HAVE FOR YOU!!! MUACKSSSSSSSSSSSS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-115134032452881952?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/115134032452881952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=115134032452881952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115134032452881952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115134032452881952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/06/hahahhahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-115132088522843009</id><published>2006-06-26T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T04:21:25.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Today, back to school. Unexpectedly, it turned out.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I know i enjoyed myself. Laughing out loud the whole day. HAHA! My friends really brighten up my days. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ After school was Preliminary oral. Mrs Emily Tan was my teacher &amp; Jaminah and i were like, the only girls in my group, M! For, Maisarah that is. =/ Heehee. Okok my group is M. I was the last girl &amp;amp; throughout the waiting session, Jaminah &amp; i were entertaining ourselves. Hilarious, i tell ya. Haha. Mrs Tan, like everyone knows, is one of the BEST teacher ever! I felt so comfortable talking to her. Ahh, i love her!!! She's someone i would love to look up to! =) God bless her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Anyway, have i ever mentioned about my all-time favourite songs? Or more like, the songs i listen to almost everyday, especially when i'm down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; I Want To Spend My Lifetime Loving You- Marc Anthony &amp; Tina Arena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Creep- Radiohead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Shakespeare In Love- Layla Kaylif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Good Night Sweet Girl- Ghost Of The Robot [James Marsters]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; The Blowers Daughter- Damien Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; A Littlepiece- Never Ending White Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; When Love And Death Embrace- HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Rest In Pieces- Saliva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Uninvited- Alanis Morissette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Vokuro- Bjork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Hana's Eyes- Maksim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eyta: Don't you get sick of these songs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: If i were, would i be listening to it again and again? -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Ahhh. I remember years ago when i was a GREAT fan of &lt;u&gt;Perfect 10&lt;/u&gt;. I've started listening to the radio &amp; identifying songs since God-knows how young i was. I was really young. I made dedications through letters &amp;amp; smses almost every week when i reached primary 4 or 5. [I can't remember] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ One day, i decided to try to get the 'Letter Of The Day' prize &amp;  worked really hard in designing the poster aka the letter. I wasn't really expecting the prize because the thought of the other fifty over designs kinda dampened my spirit. However, i was soo elated when i heard someone sang my name for the 'Letter Of The Day' tune. I earned myself the prize!!! It was two entrance ticket to Sentosa! Not only that, i could visit the Dolphin Lagoon &amp; every spots there for free! Everything was free because it was a special ticket. Coincidentally, i had a section outing at Sentosa, so i gave one to i can't remember who, either Julie or May Hui. I only remember them fighting for it. Lol. Finally, i was enjoying myself at the wooden plank in the centre of Pahlawan Beach that i totally forgot about my special tix. Because of that guy who refused to bring me to shore. =( Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ The second time i tried designing again, i won once more! This time was a CD. I can't remember his name &amp; i can't find the CD now. Lol. Not really interested in him anyway. The only good song he sang was something-something colours. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Since secondary two, i stopped designing cards &amp; such. And now, i feel like a total loser. - Does the L thingie -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ The one thing i remember clearly was, even after being told that they do not have the song, I want to spend my lifetime loving you, i still included that as my first choice in my every song request. Haha! Told ya i'm a sucka. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-115132088522843009?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/115132088522843009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=115132088522843009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115132088522843009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115132088522843009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-back-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-115121980350858655</id><published>2006-06-25T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:16:13.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL STARTS TOMORROW!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Gosh. I wish i'll have no difficulties in waking up at 6 in the morning! Y'know, i've been sleeping at 3/4/5 a.m for the past few weeks &amp; waking up at noon. Horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Yesterday was one the most embarrassing yet happiest day of my life!!!! I went town with my mum, sister, cousins, aunties &amp;amp; uncles. It was just SUPERB! My mum &amp; i chose green as the dresscode for my birthday celebration &amp;amp; my cousins kept whining saying how tough it is to find a green outift but fortunately, they already found one last week. However, my mum &amp; i who kept on saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Dun't worry lah. It's not that difficult to find!",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ended up struggling to get a green outfit. Haha! Went to Far East &amp;amp; bumped into Imran, Haikal &amp; whatever the name of that boy is. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Then , i , being the only teenager had to look after the kids. Damn, it was funny, i tell you! I played a game with those kids, they're like what? 2, 4, 8 &amp;amp; 9 years old. I gave them a word &amp; they had to find where the word was. Then something really funny happened lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: Find...........'tattoo'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Irwin, Irfan, Emma &amp;amp; Tasha: There! There! There!There!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: Uh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Irfan: Kak Sarah! Kak Sarah! I saw it first i saw it first!!! Really! Irfan saw it first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: Relax relax. Okay show me where is it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Irfan: There!!!!!! -points to a shop-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: HAHAHAHHAHAHHA! That's not 'tattoo'! That's 'toxique'!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Irfan: Tattoo starts with t what!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ -_- AHWHHHAHWHHA! So cute lah please. He's 4 years old &amp; he's yet to learn spelling so dun't mind him. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; He's the one on the top right hand corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Hah. After that, i felt like a princess okay. A princesssss!!!! The advantage of going out with the family, YOU GET WHAT YOU WANT!!! Hahahhahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Then, me being the ancient woman finally tried the fried mars bars!!!!!!! My God, like the Fudge Munkies &amp; everyone commented, BAGUSSSSSS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ My mum and i then went to Macdonald's for a while. This was when i got soo embarrassed!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: I'll have one mcspicy meal with the drink changed to milo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Handsome guy: That's all Maam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: Yupp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Handsome guy: Buy more lah! Sure that's all? - giggles-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: -_- Unfortunately, yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Handsome guy: Okok, gimme a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: Hey! While you're at it, get me more mayonnaise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Handsome guy: Okay! You want 7? 8? I'll give you how many you want! -winks-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: Aiyoh not like i ordered 10 meals right?! 4 will do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The crew: HHAHAHHAHAHA! PADAN MUKA KAU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ They were laughing at the guy who served me. Then as he prepared my food on the tray, he kept making jokes, wink at me, joke, wink at me, joke, wink at me that the crew joined in the laughter &amp;amp; kept on signalling me i-dun't-know-wut. They made a handphone sign to me &amp; pointed to the guy who served me. I was like, "Uhh?". Then the teenagers behind me said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girls: I think they're tryna say that he wants your number. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: Ouh. And i think i'm not gonna give it out. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the girls: Eh give lah! The boy so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: Hah. Yeah i dun't mind actually but he's telling the whole world about it man. So i'm not gonna be some easy to handle girl &amp;amp; give in! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girls: Yeah true true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Handsome guy: Okay! That'll be $6000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: I trust the computer screen more than you. Hehe.- handed the money -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Handsome guy: Smart girl. -whispers- You want ice-cream or something? Strawberry or hotfudge or apple pie or any desserts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: No thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Handsome guy: -whispers- No worries. I'll give it to you! It's in the house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: Yeah not like you own this place. Haha! BYEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Handsome guy: Ehhh wait la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ And i rushed off to my table. Hahahahaha! My mum actually knew what was going on cause she saw &amp; kinda heard the commotion. And she went like, " Good! Good job! ". Huehuehue. After we ate, we left the place hurriedly &amp;amp; we could hear the crew shouting, "Maam wait! Wait!". My mum looked at me &amp; i just said, "Whatever lah he.". Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ We went Scotts then Paragon &amp;amp; met the rest of my family. Had Beviamo's vanilla milkshake, AGAIN! Yum yum! I still couldn't get a green outfit so my auntie went like, "Aiyoh! Tell you what. I know it's at the beach but since she's the birthday girl, let's just let her wear casual or something though it's at the beach. ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ They brought me to Takashimaya &amp;, I WAS FORCED TO TRY ON EVENING GOWNS &amp;amp; DRESSES!!!!!! WTFFFFF!!! HAHAHHAHAHA. Seriously, i felt like i was gonna get married or soemthing. Soo kecho! The sales assistant even joint in! They gave suggestions &amp; stuff. Finally, my mum found a pretty green but not so formal dress! Yay! When i came out of the fitting room, i was suprised lah! Four sales assistants circled me and did whatever touch-ups they could. One tied a rose ribbon on my neck, y'know like a choker, one tied one around my shoulders, one adjust the straps &amp;amp; the other was tryna push-up my BREASTS! Kanina. Lol. And i rejected all of them suggestions. It was just too much lah. I wanted a simple one since i already ripped my mum's wallet. =x Hehe. The dress costs her near $250! Hahahahhahaha! Then i was FORCED to get a platform!!!! Kinda like, wedges? Yeah, but it wasn't that bad, it's around 2 inches. Thank God. Mhmm. I kinda like the colour. Zesty. Zzzssssesty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Finally we went Changi to have dinnnnnner! I tried a new famous food called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AYAM &lt;u&gt;PENYEK&lt;/u&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Hahahaha! I know i know!!! What a weird name for a foooood! For non-malays, &lt;u&gt;ayam penyek&lt;/u&gt; means &lt;u&gt;flattened chicken&lt;/u&gt;. The meaning isn't funny lah cause it does make sense but the sound cracks me up lah! AYAM &lt;u&gt;PENYEK&lt;/u&gt;? WTF? Hahahahhahaha. BUT........................ IT WAS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Omg! - faints-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I'm not exagerrating! It tastes fucking goood. Shit, speaking of which, i just realised i've not eaten. I think i better go eat now okay! Remember to try &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AYAM PENYEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ There's two stalls at Changi but get the better one. If you see the que is like 5 metres long, that's the stall! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHANGI'S AYAM PENYEK IS THE NEW CHANGI'S NASI LEMAK! AHAHAHHEE. OKOK, DUN'T GET ME WRONG. What i meant was, AYAM PENYEK IS THE SHITZ!!! WOOHOOOO. YOU'LL DIE FOR IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before i end this stupid post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cousin: Hrmm. I wonder where's all the transvetites today. I dun't see a single one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Auntie: I think they went to catch the Soccer match. Boys will be boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Family: HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: Nolah. I think they went to try the AYAM &lt;u&gt;PENYEK&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-_-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-115121980350858655?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/115121980350858655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=115121980350858655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115121980350858655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115121980350858655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/06/school-starts-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-115099949684350916</id><published>2006-06-23T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:04:56.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good morning ma' lovesss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I'm feeling fucked up &amp; sympathetic at the same time. Fucked up because i wun't be able to make it to Sentosa tomorrow &amp;amp; i can't go for the Tech fair in the evening at the Expo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aik nen: Hey tomorrow wanna go Tech Fair? Please say yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: Ouh. Sorry late reply. I can't get connections from here, Mexico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ HAHAHAHAHAH! Yah right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Sympathetic because my elder sister just got admitted to the hospital. Thus, the reason why i can't make it for my plans tomorrow. She fainted at her workplace. Poor poor girl. I went to visit her today after receiving a phonecall from my mum. Fortunately, she has slightly recovered. Thank God. I think i'm the worst sister anyone could have. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt; HA &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;! My sister is the biggest coward on Earth &amp; Venus. No she's not afraid of humans but she's afraid of being alone or kept in the dark or creepy noises or whatever spooky stuff you can think of. So she opted for the highest class ward, A1+, where you have the room; wardrobe, toilet, television &amp; key to yourself. Super comfy lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: Wahh. A coward like you opt for privacy. Surprise surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eyta: At least i have my loving hubby with me. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: Rrrright. Yah and you have your invisible friends with you too. Hrmm. IN THE WARDROBE! BEHIND THE SHOWER CURTAINS! UNDER YOUR BED! OH &amp; NOT FORGETTING BEHIND YOUR WINDOWS! They'll be with you 24/7 trust me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eyta: Oi! Chibai! oievhiuqrvghuqbvbvb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ HUEHUEHUEHUE!!!! I LOVE MYSELF THANK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Do y'all have a written diary? My younger sister &amp; i do. And i read my sister's diary everyday! =x She's too dumb to think of a place for her to hide her diary. Goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ And i came across this entry. I'll only type the part about me. =) So that doesn't make me so bad right! Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Dear diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love my siblings very much but i don't like to be scolded. I try my very best to be a good sister but i always end up making my elder siblings angry. Especially my second elder sister, Maisarah. I just got a bad scolding from her. She screamed at me very very loudly because i [my younger sister, mind you.] slapped her[ me maisarah the victim! fucka!] face. I feel so guilty now. I wasn't trying to disrespect her. I slapped her because she kept disturbing me. Whatever it is, i still love her soo much. She is a well-behaved, pretty, caring &amp; funny sister. Now i'm going to apologise to her. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ JDCFVGGWEBVBV! Yes you heard it right. She slapped me okay! Bloody hell. But yeah i think i kinda deserved it. =/ I was wet cause i just finished bathing so i freed my hair to the front &amp; crawl on the floor immitating Sadako. So she got irritated &amp;amp; scared &amp; slapped me. =/ Okay, enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ And this was what i wrote in my diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;Dear diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my younger sister is a &lt;u&gt;chicken&lt;/u&gt;. I'm sad to have a &lt;u&gt;chicken&lt;/u&gt; as a sister. She's a bloody coward. Wait, why do people refer cowards to chickens? How to they resemble each other? Hrmmm. Okay nevermind that. Can you believe it? She's afraid of my face &amp; she finds me irritating at times. Yes i am but she's more irritating lah please. I have to make her drinks, iron her clothes &amp;amp; blahblahblah &amp; she doesn't even appreciate me. I think. I see her face everyday &amp;amp; am getting sick of it. She hugs me to sleep. I don't know if she's being sincere but i dun't care either. I just love being hugged. Keep myself warm yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ =/ That's just a paragraph. Okay okay so i am mean. And pardon my random remarks. Chicken stuff. I've decided to throw that diary away &amp; i've started on a new diary. =) I'm sorry Tasha, you'll always be my young honey sweet buttercup muffin. [ whatever that means. HAHA!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-love love-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Okay the next paragraph is gonna be boring. Yeah not like my other paragraphs are interesting anyway. If you &lt;u&gt;have better things to do&lt;/u&gt; or &lt;u&gt;too busy&lt;/u&gt; right now, then i suggest you leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I know i haven't touch this topic for a very very long time but i think it's time to talk about it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I'm sure all of us have unanswered questions right? Like, how do people build bridges under water? Is she a virgin? I am, thanks. Is he dieing? And blahblahblah. I'm just wondering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Throughout my secondary school life, my heart was dedicated to one person i named Spike. Nobody, not even my diary knows who this guy is. Everyday, the love i have for him gets deeper &amp; deeper regardless of his presence. He's in every single beat of my heart &amp;amp; i feel like i breathe him every single second. Sounds unrealistic but yeah, i do experience that, i mean i DID. However, everyday i live up with the thought that no, it's impossible between us. Initially, all went well until we we were separated. I mean, everyone in my batch were separated. That's when everything starts to drift away. I was paranoid, i swear. I couldn't live with the truth that we had to sorta run a different life. I started working &amp; i tried in every possible way to not think of him. He even had a new life. And i heard from people that he's probably in love with some girl i dun't know. And now i kinda agree to it. I think he's in love with someone. I'm not jealous, i'm happy for them instead. I mean, what's wrong with two people falling in love? No harm right? That girl, whoever he loves must be really special. Sigh. And i'm happy for her, to be loved by someone so irresistable. The point is, i always wonder, &lt;u&gt;has he ever loved me?&lt;/u&gt; Even the slightest crush. Has he? &lt;u&gt;Does he think of me?&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;Does he misses me?&lt;/u&gt; I wish i could get answers to this. ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I realised another thing, we are impossible but forgetting him is even more impossible. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt; Quit guessing who Spike is. You'll never get it right anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-115099949684350916?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/115099949684350916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=115099949684350916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115099949684350916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115099949684350916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-morning-ma-lovesss-im-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-115091176830987675</id><published>2006-06-22T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T10:48:15.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLO EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ YES I'M BACK AFTER POSTING AN ENTRY NOT SO LONG AGO. YOU SEE, THIS IS THE PROBLEM WITH ME. WHEN I'M IN NO MOOD TO BLOG, I'LL WAIT FOR YEARS BEFORE BLOGGING AGAIN. WHEN I'M IN THE MOOD OR TOO BORED, I'LL BLOG LIKE THERE'S 72 HOURS A DAY. YOU GET WHAT I MEAN? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVERMIND.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Anyway, did i mention that i just got back from swimming again? =/ I know! I sound like a no-lifer please. I went to Cafe Beviamo yesterday! Omg VANILLA MILKSHAKE!!!! Okay let's not talk about that or i'll get hungry again. Huehue. Oh and Hadi called me yesternight. Haha you miss me you! Lol. He's going for NS a day before my partey and he wants me to send him off. =/ He said he wants to see me for the last time! My God, like i'm gonna die like that lah. Fucka. Lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Okayyyy. I got tagged by NURAIN BINTE KASSIM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 names you go by&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Maisarah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Mai.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Sarah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 parts of your heritage&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Malay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Indonesian. [Does that include? =/]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Okay i give up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 things that scare me most&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Losing the one i love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Natural disasters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Clowns. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 everyday essentials&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Cellphone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; MUSIC!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Moon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 things that you're wearing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Punk star T!.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Jeans. [Who comes back from swimming with jeans, you tell me!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Bra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 favourite bands/singers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Patrick Wolf.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Alanis Morissette.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Never Ending White Lights.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; JAMES MARSTERS. [Lalala]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 things i want in a relationship&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Love. [Duhhhhhh]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Honesty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; CRAZY FUN!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2 truths &amp; 1 lie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; I think the MOON is one of God's best creation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; I'm hemophagous.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; I'm going to have a diamond on my tooth soon, very soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 physical things about the opposite sex that appeals me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Eyes. Rawrrr!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Dressing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 hobbies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Art-ing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Searching for rare but pleasant music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Vampire researhing!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 things i want badly now&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Hug.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's chocolate chip cookie dough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;Parasailing. Huehue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 places i want to go for vacation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Moon o' moon. [I wanna try sleeping on it]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Egypt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Sunnydale. [Tsk, i wanna meet vampires lah. I hope there's sucha place though.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 things i wanna try doing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Kiss a vampire. [Okok a vampire look-alike isn't bad though. SEXAYY!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Feel a vampire's bite sensation. Yum!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Surfing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 people i wanna see doing this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Then&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Do!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=) That's the end folks. And whatever i mentioned are true okay. I really wanna meet a vampire. Serious. I'm not mad. Really. For now, goodnight everyone! - kisskiss -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-115091176830987675?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/115091176830987675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=115091176830987675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115091176830987675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115091176830987675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-everyone-yes-im-back-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-115090414898866943</id><published>2006-06-21T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T09:30:09.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;To the Taggers, sorry for the delay&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Do inform me if i've left you out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ain: AIN! AHHAHAHAHHA! SORRY SORRY! AKU TAK GIVE EMPTY PROMISES LAGI OKAY!!!! LOL. TERDELAY SIKIT AR CAUSE...CAUSE...CAUSE...CAUSEWAY POINT! HAHHEHE.MEPEK SEY. OH YEH, SAPE CAKAP KAU INVITED?!! =X HAHAHHA. YELAH AJAK LAH DAUN-DAUN KAU SEKALI! AIN GILAAA! BUT I LIKE! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kynz: Naughty girl? Oops sorry. Haha. I'll link you up right away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eliz: I'll link you up right away too babe! And i still want you to try your luck for Miss Singapore! Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JAMINAH: YEAH I MISS YOU!!! Rrrrright. The next week's supposed to be this week right? Hrmm but the school still misses you. =x If you get what i mean. Lol. Anyway, who's the person you were disgusted by for talking to me? Tell me on my cell okay! And more like, youhavetowakemeup. Huehue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Celx: Haha welcome! Oh, one third of the bandsmen were sent home because they fell sick. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aisha Shazy: I MISSSS YOU LIKE FUCK TOOOO PUSSY!!!! MY ONE &amp; ONLY WHO MAKE MY ***** GO WEE-WEE-WEE-WEE! HAHAHHA. Sorry for i can't meet you this week yah. Maybe some other time, i promise. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shankra: HAHAHA. I know you saw me lah. Lol. I SAW YOU TOO I SAW YOU TOO! Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kikie: Yalah i very the tak-tahu-malu at times. Can't help it girl. HAHHAHA! Anyway, nahh it's not my line. I just love saying it again, again &amp;amp; again. Mwuehe. WHEN WE GOING OUT? YOU PLAN DARLING! I'M FINE WITH ANYTHING!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rin: I know! I Tell you! I din't sound pathetic, i WOS pathetic. Pictorial entry? Hahaha thanks. Anyway, look who's talking, Rin; the one who aced English &amp;amp; earned herself an A1. GIMME YOUR BRAINS WOMAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jessie: Haha. Good narrative? Nahh! Anyway, thanks darling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grj: GENIEVE!!!! Dun't act deaf okay! I know you know! Hahaha. Dun't run away from me, i tell you! Eh what? I dun't look like a primary school kid okay! But thanks, you make me sound young. =x OMG YAH! I'm turning seventeen in 18 days! SO OLD!-faints-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-115090414898866943?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/115090414898866943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=115090414898866943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115090414898866943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115090414898866943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-taggers-sorry-for-delay-do-inform.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-115062989272901517</id><published>2006-06-18T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T22:39:54.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I just realised the things i missed out in my previous rushed entry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Since Ain blogged about this, i think i shall too. Did i mention how much i love talking to Ain? She's the craziest &amp; weirdest yet sweeeeeetest person ever! We were talking on msn when out of nowhere, dirty thoughts came conquering our minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WE HAD THE DUMBEST CONVERSATION EVER LAST WEEK! IT WAS FREAKING HILARIOUS LAH. I HAD A GREAT LAUGH OVER THAT STUFF TOO, AIN!!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA! LIKE YOU SAID, MADNESSSSSS!!! HAHAHAHHAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Right. Aside from that, i would like to announce something here. To all those who know me, especially my closed ones, please get yourself a green outfit! Preferably, &lt;u&gt;lime greeeen&lt;/u&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ This is because i just got to know that my mum's holding a hatchday party for me at the beach. It's a surprise so pardon me if this is too sudden for you. Just make yourself free on the 8th of July. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ However, i just want to make this clear. Hehe. I dun't guarantee a &lt;u&gt;VERY&lt;/u&gt; fun party. That's because many of my aunties, uncles &amp;amp; relatives will be there. Just so all of you know, i'm a &lt;u&gt;VERY&lt;/u&gt; different person when i'm in the present of my family. Huehue. I'm an angel in front of them but a devil in front of my friends. =x I'm sure you guys know that pretty well. Teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Dun't worry. You will know whether or not you're deemed a friend of mine when you receive an invitation card. So dun't be thick-skinned and appear in front of me in green waiting for free food. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember the dresscode: LIME GREEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-115062989272901517?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/115062989272901517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=115062989272901517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115062989272901517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115062989272901517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-just-realised-things-i-missed-out-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-115036738739448168</id><published>2006-06-18T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T04:29:02.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GUR'TE MORGAN EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ So i haven't been online lately. Why? Because my dad confiscated my keyboard from Monday till Wednesday. The disadvantage of having wireless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I can live without a mouse but not a keyboard. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ So how was my week? I was a temporary flight attendant last Saturday. I got myself an ORIGINAL stewardess uniform for a day. Since nobody fits it except for me, i took advantage &amp; huehuehue, you-know-lah, snapsnapsnap. I hope that photo of me dun't get caught!!!!! Can't tell you who i got it from either cause he/she too will get into trouble. Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Sunday was Beautiful Sunday at Esplanade! Dennis &amp;amp; Aik Nen were supposed to go with me. Aik Nen was dieing to go!!! May Hui wanted to tag along with us so yeah, planplanplan &amp; Aik nen messaged me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Sorry but i can't make it man! I'm at Budget Terminal &amp;amp; will be taking off in two hours times. Haha! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You must be kidding. ", i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Serious, i'm going Taipei &amp; i totally forgot about my trip."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Lol! That was totally abrupt lah! And i just got to know a few days ago that it was bullshit. He lied because he really had something on &amp;amp; he made use of that opportunity to punk me. Haha! But yeah, i understood. Chee Liong messaged &amp; he wanted to join us, so there you go, a replacement. Hehe. The band was good &amp;amp; Nizam's solo,&lt;em&gt; A Song For You,&lt;/em&gt; killed me. -melts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ The &lt;em&gt;Cartoon &lt;/em&gt;was cute! Atikah looks freaking cute lah please &amp; Ramdan's SEXAYYYYY. Hahaha! I loveeeee Ramdan's character. Very &lt;em&gt;Diaz &lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;em&gt; Renee&lt;/em&gt;. Hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Then was the rush to two very important events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Celine's hatchday party.&lt;br /&gt;2) Aishah's sister's engagement ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Dilemmmmmmmmmma!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I decided to go to Aishah's ceremony thinking that i'll be able to make it to Celine's party the day after. Went to a nearby shopping centre to get someone a gift &amp; saw a pretttttty overalls!!! Bought it! I was praising the overalls over &amp;amp; over again to myself that May Hui too got attracted to it &amp; bought one for herself. MWUEHUE. At least i dun't get called a &lt;em&gt;psycho bitch&lt;/em&gt; for nothing! Haha. I din't ask her to get it okay! I'm not bad, she agreed to my taste that's all. =) I got the navy &amp;amp; she got the denim one. My colour only left with L!!! &amp; I WAS SOOOOOOOOOOOO FED-UP but i still got it cause i love it.=x. Another reason was, it's overalls afterall, eh rhyming, so, LOOSE IT LAH!!!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Then, May Hui went home and i rushed down to Aishah's house. Bumped into Chee Liong &amp;amp; Khairi, so they accompanied me in the bus &amp; to &lt;em&gt;cheers&lt;/em&gt;. My oh my, i felt sooo welcomed by Aishah &amp;amp; Raudha. Miss them like fuck lah. I was the only one casually dressed okay. Odd, paisey. The cake is super cute ar. FOOTBALL! Lol. We were noisy. Talking about the two HOT boys opposite us &amp; stuff. Girls girls. On the way home, we bumped into IMRAN &amp;amp; EUGENE!!!! Ahhh, love o love. Mini class reunion. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Monday &amp; Tuesday unfortunately was bound to be home day. I was grounded &amp;amp; also, that was when my keyboard got confiscated. Dun't ask. Haha. Thus, my apologies to Celine for not making it to her party. Really really unintentional. I owe you girl, i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I nearly died at home. I was soo scared of being home alone after hearing many many ghost stories during the week. And i meant, &lt;u&gt;MANY&lt;/u&gt;. So i called my cousins &amp; they came over to accompany me. Movie marathon.........fiasco!!!! Because they fell asleep halfway. Kanina. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Tuesday was supposed to be another boring day at home but i begged my mum &amp;amp; eventually, she 'ungrounded' me. =/ Okay that sounded wrong but i dun't care. At five plus, i left for Bugis and had dinner there with Nadia. OH OH!!! A girl asked Nadia for her number! AHAHHAHAHAHAHA! TURN-OFFFFF! Lol. Nadia was like,&lt;br /&gt;"Do i look like a butch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i replied, "Nuh-uh. Not at all, &lt;u&gt;BUB&lt;/u&gt;!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ HAHAHHAHAHAA! I KNOW I KNOW! I'M SO MEAN!&lt;br /&gt;Butiwaskidding. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Wednesday was a gathering at my auntie's place for her grandchildren just got circumcised! HAHAHHAHAA. Aka &lt;em&gt;sunat&lt;/em&gt;. Mwueuhee. So anyway, i couldn't stop laughing looking at their condition. They are usually hyperactive but that day, they were like angels from heaven. Soo cute please. The elder brother, Irwin was in pain while the younger one, Irfan was recovering. Irfan frightened me okay!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood in front of me and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Kak Sarah. Mine's not bleeding anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied,&lt;br /&gt;"Yay good. Soon, Irfan can start running lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irfan,&lt;br /&gt;"Yah. You want to see it? See!"&lt;br /&gt;- he exposed his dick-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah,&lt;br /&gt;"AHHHHH!!! IRFAN NOOOO! KAK SARAH DUN'T WANA SEE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids,&lt;br /&gt;" HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I ran-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irfan,&lt;br /&gt;" Kak Sarah! LOOK! LOOK! HAHAHAHA! NOTHING LAH! LOOK AT IT!"&lt;br /&gt;-as he &amp; some other kids chased after me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ -_- Walau eh. I saw lah okay. I wasn't expecting the exposure lah. Lol. Nonetheless, i still love them kids. They are super cute okay!&lt;br /&gt;Like me. =x&lt;br /&gt;-cue gasp-&lt;br /&gt;HUEHUEHUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Later that evening, my cousin Fazly, y'know the one i mentioned had similar taste as me, yah that one, asked me along for swimming with auntie baby &amp;amp; Idid. What time did he asked me? 6.30p.m! Hahahha! Idid is a name, in case you weren't aware. He's our cousin, i think =/ from Indonesia. Just so y'know, our late grandfather is an Indonesian. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I agreed to go and borrowed my cousin Linda's bikini. Cabbed down to Jurong East Swimming Complex when everyone's preparing to leave. Ahahahhaha! We reached there at 7! Oh do y'all know? I actually wore my bikini top there straight away without any second layer. Hahahhaha! We were rushing like fuck so he just said, "Aiyah no need to cover lah.". HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Then met Auntie Baby &amp; Idid &amp;amp; woooosh! Play!! Although we were kinda late, it was ABSOLUTELY FUNNNNNN TO THE MAXXXXXX LAH!!!!!!!!!!!! There weren't many people by then so we decided to go crazy. We pretended to make music videos! We acted out 'Tanggang', the old classical Malay show. We made shampoo advertisements! We played merry-go-round in deep water. AND LOTS LOTS MORE!!! Damn funny man! HAHAHHAHAHAHA! The leftovers[ extra extra people ] around us were like laughing out loud at us. It was great man! Oh oh! I tried the yellow slide and my bikini top dropped halfway!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Fucka. So &lt;em&gt;malu &lt;/em&gt;boleh! Fortunately, only my auntie saw it. She laughed at me like mad lah. Grrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Finally was cooling off at the jacuzzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby G: Why do girls dig Taufik Batisah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: Cause he seems very modest &amp; coool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fazly: No he's not. Ask auntie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby G: He's from Jurong Secondary School right? Same like your sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby G: We used to run away from home together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: Serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby G: Yupp. We share money &amp;amp; buy epok-epok at Bukit Batok. Then proceed to clubbing. We love epok-epok y'know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: Oh okay. Turn-off sey. I thought he's a goody goody boy. Mum's boy like that. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby G, Fazly &amp; Idid: HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby G, Fazly &amp;amp; Idid: You actually believe?!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Wtfwtfwtf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Okay i shan't elaborate further. Lol. Then cabbed down to Jurong East Entertainment where we had dinner. I bumped into Khalid, Mirhan &amp; Zul. Khalid &amp;amp; Mirhan told me that they had quit smoking &amp; Mirhan kept saying that i'll eventually want him which is &lt;em&gt;crapcrapcrap&lt;/em&gt;. Lol. Then on the way home, they actually smoked in front of me. Liars! Lol. Zul was on the way to send pizzas when he saw me &amp;amp; said, "Mai! Kau dah gemuk sikit ar!". -_- Actually Khalid &amp; Mirhan said that too.=( &lt;em&gt;Yelah yelah aku dah gemuk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ &lt;/em&gt;Finally we wanted to catch a movie but ended up going home cause there were no good midnight movies. Oh -whispers- i din't spend a single cent. Fazly &lt;em&gt;belanja&lt;/em&gt;! Wooohoo! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Oh i went to the library too with my mum &amp;amp; sis &amp; bumped into Ain, Farhana, Hidayah &amp;amp; Farhan. Ain is soo pretty lah okay. My mum kept saying how sweet &amp; pretty she is. I jealous lah. =p Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Friday was shoppppping with May Hui. She loves shopping with me &amp;amp; she can't resist me, i tell ya. Huehue. I bought a jump-suit &amp;amp; Punk Star t-shirts!!!! Sarah? Tshirts? So not me lah but, oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Yesterday was town with family and dinner at West Coast! &lt;em&gt;Mee kuah sedappp!! Bubur kampung pun sedappp!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Today, we're going to eat at Swensen's! Happpy Father's Day AYAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOVE YOU FOR LIFE!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired of typing. Pardon my language like shit right now cause i'm in a rush. Okay bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-115036738739448168?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/115036738739448168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=115036738739448168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115036738739448168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/115036738739448168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/06/gurte-morgan-everyone-so-i-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114987484652795262</id><published>2006-06-10T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:40:46.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Look at the date, people!!! What does it tells you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONE MONTH TO MY HATCHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Oh and i just found out that Coldplay's coming to Singapore on my hatchday. Awwww, what a gift. Haha! You see, you dun't need to do all this for me lah. Tsk, i shy y'know.  =x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Remember my hatchday okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Right, i bet noone gives a fuck. Lol. Swimming yesterday was &lt;u&gt;SUPER FUN&lt;/u&gt;! I tried all the slides at Jurong East swimming complex. I mean it may not be a new thing for y'all but i'm a newbie at this. I mean just the red &amp; blue slide cause i can't remember the dumbfuck who told me that you gotta be a GOOD SWIMMER to try those two slides because the pool is deeper compared to the yellow one. Which is totally, bullshit. Blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Anyway, it was enjoyable &amp; i wasn't sick of it. The only thing i dislike was the climbing of the staircase to the slides. It's like climbing to the fifth floor lah. &lt;em&gt;Tak boleh tahan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ We were screaming like madfucks lah. I swear i'm not making this up. The lifeguards guarding the wavepool could hear us screaming from the slide rides. Sheila screamed the loudest okay. Like, omg you'll be surprised &amp; i kept falling off from my float when i reached the pool. Ahhah, okay i did it on purpose cause i just wanted to add thrills to my already thrilling ride. Lol. The lifeguard let my cousin worked for him &amp;amp; so my family did whatever we wanted to, about twenty of us went down the slide almost together. Hahahahahhaa! Seriously, it was soo happening! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Oh and a boy asked for my number. Lol. Not bad-looking y'know but i got extremely disgusted by his cheesy line, ' Hot ar lu. Let's get wet together! '.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-_- FUCK OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Anyway, i've achieved something during the last three months or so. My fingernails have grown!!! Lol. My friends used to scold me for having too short fingernails. So when i started working, i looked after my fingernails like a baby &amp; tada, it's now fully grown! Like, finally! And i'm impressed by the comments i get. May Hui was like, 'Eh your nails so long &amp;amp; slim! How to grow like that? Nice.' Genieve went like, 'Your fingernails soo long. Wow!'. Dhibx messaged me online, 'Can you help me? I want your fingernails please. They're nice! They're nice!'. Lol. Thanks guys! But it's not gonna last long, trust me. I've broken five of them, accidentally. One after another, i tell you. Oh and yes, i'm flaunting it! Call me names if you want to but i'm still proud of it! Cause that's like the only thing i can be proud of. =/ Lol. Mercy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Oh did i mention about me going for classes this week? Yes i went for classes, ALONE! Jaminah planned to come but always ended up not coming so i went alone. It wasn't that bad though. I felt like a geek lah. I'm stealing this most sensible conversation from Jaminah's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Then...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jaminah: Hello..hellooo.. Mai, what you doing? Going school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mai: I can't wake up...( blabbering)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jaminah: Okay..what time is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mai: 7 plus..you going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jaminah: I dun't know. I'm sleepy too. I'll follow you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mai: Okay let's sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jaminah:Okay byeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( The ever most sensible conversation ended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lol! That was last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jaminah: It's raining so heavily here. My mum wun't allow me to go cause it's dangerous to walk from my house to the train. How bout you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maisarah: Same here. But i'm still going cause my house isn't that far. I wanna go. You take care okay. Love ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ See! That was this week. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ouh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But i forgot....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I forgot the just.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Just today...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bye i wanna sleeeeep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY ADVANCE CELINE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- lovelove-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114987484652795262?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114987484652795262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114987484652795262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114987484652795262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114987484652795262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/06/look-at-date-people-what-does-it-tells.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114974820539778092</id><published>2006-06-08T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T23:30:05.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ My lamp was switched on. I felt uneasy &amp; i couldn't get to sleep. I turned, turned &amp; turned but no position was comfortable to me. After an hour plus of reading, i finally fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Suddenly, i got awaken by a loud thump. I sat up from my bed &amp; started scanning the room. It was 4.10 a.m. Nothing but the shadows of myself could be seen. At that moment, the only thing i heard was the muffled sound of the wind coming from the fan &amp;amp; my own inhaling &amp; outhaling of breath. Hence, i decided to ignore my curiousity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Just as i was lying back on my bed, a strong &amp; loud thump could be heard once again. This time it continued. The sound came from the windows. It felt like someone was knocking on my windows &amp;amp; trying to break in. I panicked but i din't dare to move. I was rooted to my bed &amp; the next thing i knew, i was wrapped in blanket, perspiring &amp;amp; rushing through my whispered prayers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ It might be a burglar, murderer or even something you would not want to imagine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I was shivering as i hugged myself helplessly but i was determined to stop it though i knew i was too afraid to. I kept reciting my prayers &amp; cupped my ears until a few minutes later, everything went back to normal. I released my palms from my ears &amp;amp; forced my eyes shut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ All of a sudden, i heard the sound of knocking doors from the hall. I couldn't resist any longer so I pulled myself up, ran to the door with a comb in my hand, opened &amp; swinged the doors wide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I was surprised! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ It was my dumbass elder brother!!! He was panthing like mad cause he took 15 minutes to alert me. He just got back from work &amp; he forgotten his keys so he had to bang the door hard &amp;amp; throw slippers &amp; whatever objects he had with him to my windows to wake me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wtfwtfwtf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Doorbell? Don't ask. As soon as i went back to bed, i was laughing out loud to myself. I was picturing myself throughout the whole scenario. It was DUMB!!!!! Lol. And i was PATHETIC!!!!! Ahhahahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ True enough, i'm a &lt;em&gt;log&lt;/em&gt; when i'm asleep. Even if there's a  bomb, i'll still be in my dreamland or on my way to heaven/hell, God knows. Lol. Now that explains the 4, 5 or even the 6 missed calls i get every morning. Either i din't hear it, activated my silent mode so that i can get a peaceful sleep or rejected them. =x Ahahhaha! Sorry Jaminah. Now you know uh?! Luckily that night i wasn't really a &lt;em&gt;log, &lt;/em&gt;if not my brother might need to sleep at the void-deck. Hahahhaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Okay now i'm off to go swimming again. YIPPPPPPPIEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114974820539778092?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114974820539778092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114974820539778092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114974820539778092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114974820539778092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-lamp-was-switched-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114969607006933699</id><published>2006-06-07T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T09:09:37.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I visited the band today &amp; i'm glad i did cause i haven't been seeing the section for weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I met up Genieve &amp;amp; headed down to school. Oh anyway, Genieve has stalkers. Mwaha. Those guys followed her to my void-deck. See. Genieve's like a shit &amp; those guys are the flies. Hahahaha! Just kidding babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Though one third of the band was sent home, it was good to see the rest of them. Their gimmicks were cute! Looking goooood. Ahhah. I felt kinda awkward at first cause there weren't many ex-members but soon we got along with the rest pretty well. Ramdan asked the dumbest question ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Eh, you guys okay? ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ So cute lah please. Yes Ramdan, Genieve &amp;amp; i are back. If not, why would we be sitting next to each other &amp; laughing our asses off together? Lol. Fauzi, Jonathan, Benjamin, Arnanti, Emmanuel &amp;amp; Meiji joined us &amp; we had a good laugh at the end of it. Oh just so y'know, i just made a new friend named Meiji [ i think =/]. Oh yes we are friends, friends forever, friends for life! - does the 2 ways act cute thingie with Fauzi, my bimbo partner - Huehuehue. Hence, he eh wait, or was it she? Nevermind, that Meiji will have to buy me something from Japan, the land of the rising sun! Of course mah, what are friends for right??? We hor, love each other belly muchies. Therefore he is buying me a something as a sign of appreciation for our 1 day friendship! Friends forever, friends for life! - does the peace sign and goes, KAWAIIIII NEHXXXX!!!!!!! -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Hahaokay&lt;u&gt;iwasjustkidding&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just in case someone wants to report me for bullying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause the next thing i know, i'll be sacked from school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Then i went in search for my scattered section. The boys were on duty &amp;amp; the only person left was, Jurina who unfortunately was still very ill. My condolences to all those who are sick. Pity y'all. Get well soon okay! Just keep drinking lots &amp; lots of water. That'll keep you rehydrated all day long &amp;amp; it helps in maintaining your body temperature at average. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your truly, Maisarah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Then we entered the band room! Been ages since i went it there. Genieve, Jun Wei, Nasseer &amp; i talked a lil there. We were having a big huhu-haha over a psp. Till now, i dun't know if Mr torturer, Jun Wei was lieing or telling the truth. He's strong okay, in fact, he's too strong for his own good lah. My hands still ache okay. And i'm not slow, Genieve &amp;amp; Jun Wei!!! These two should be kept in a room and bombed to death! I tell ya! Genieve was like making fun &amp; laughing at me all along &amp;amp; Jun Wei was experimenting his twists &amp; turns on me. We were talking about the upcoming concert, Genieve's job, kids, gigs &amp;amp; Jun Wei's oh-i-forgot-our-band's-name band. Lol! Dumb man. How can anyone forget their band's name! Oh &amp; not to forget, the psp. The reaction Nasseer &amp;amp; Jun Wei gave tells me it's Jun Wei's but some people claim that it's Ms Chan's. Hrmm, i wonder....Nevermind that. Overall, i had a great time catching up with them. It was hilarious lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Finally, left the school &amp; home we went! Ahhah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I'm soo excited now. I can't wait to meet my friends tomorrow!!! &amp;amp; i'm excited for the shopping spree this weekend. &amp; the &lt;em&gt;Beautiful Sunday Concert.&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; the movies. &amp; the library visit. &amp;amp; the one on one study sessions. &amp; the &lt;em&gt;Escape theme park&lt;/em&gt; visit. &amp;amp; the &lt;em&gt;Sentosa&lt;/em&gt; visit. &amp;amp; the.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114969607006933699?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114969607006933699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114969607006933699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114969607006933699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114969607006933699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-visited-band-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114949085783966117</id><published>2006-06-05T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T00:00:57.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ I'm too worn out to think but i'll just update a little bit on the recent events. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ I just got back from school. I haven't had enough sleep, in fact, i haven't been sleeping since yesternight due to my Artwork. I was doing major touch-ups throughout the night. Earlier today was the postponed exam &amp; it was terrible. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ I felt miserable lah okay. Like, among the twenty or so students, i only knew half of them. However, even so, i still wasn't that interested in mixing with them. No, i'm not anti-social or whatever, i wasn't familiar of them &amp; i din't want to get distracted cause that's my greatest weakness. Hehe. So i pulled through the three hours by myself &amp; i'm kinda proud of it. That's an achievement for someone like me okay because i can never sit still, especially when i'm with company. Lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Everyone, check Saleha out. I think she's one sweet &amp; spicy lil thang. Seriously, she has got looks &amp; she's just so sweet. Wait, i think check her status out first ar. Lol. Her friends &amp; herself were entertaining me today. We were sharing jokes, gossiping &amp;amp; talking. I would have died of boredom if they weren't there to spice up, or more like stir up the class abit. =/ Well overall, it wasn't that bad though. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Saturday was great! Met up with Aik nen for the Balloon Hat Festival. I'm sooooo glad that i got to meet him! Imran &amp; Eugene tagged along &amp;amp; i got to see Imran's braces! Woohoo! Initially, i could see how awkward Aik nen felt being around with my friends but after a while, they got along pretty well. Love that boy! So anyway, i waited for Mayhui for abit. She was supposed to come with Jin Xiang &amp; Leong Wei but ended up not so i waited for her. We were eager to meet each other after months of not meeting. Oh just so you know, her pimples have disappeared okay! Power ar. I want that pill too! Lol. It was nice seeing her after eons! Then was Celine, waited for her &amp;amp; she came with her two friends. That girl has got a tiny bit of coloured hair. Coool lah! Oh &amp; i got to see my section!!!! We din't get to talk much cause they were pretty engrossed in the making of the balloon hats. Jurina fell sick &amp; she's now at home resting from camp. Get well soon darling! I got to see Adam too! Oh that boy haven't changed abit. Still as loud as he is! He called me fat! F A T, FAT! But i am lah. If you guys observe him, he's becoming fatter too lah! Serious! Dun't let his black shirt betray you! He's actually hiding his saggy babats! Carl's Junior, i tell you! =x  Teehee. Okay i WOS kidding. Love ya still darling, even with the babats. Mwuehahha. Ms chan looks great as usual. Still as healthy-looking &amp; firm like she has always been. So are the rest of the ex-members.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Anyway, we went town after the festival ended. Aik nen, Imran, May hui &amp; i. Aik nen &amp; i were like soooo noisy in the bus. We were sharing jokes &amp; all. This Mayhui tricked me at the bus stop okay! I was soo embarrassed lah! Haha. Imran was sharing his jokes too. Damn funny lah. Wutthehell king kong died! Haahhaha! Aik nen finally turned noisy after we left Sentosa cause he's not really a band kinda guy. Okay that sounds wrong. =/ We dined in at Far East's Nana Thai restaurant. Imran &amp; my recommendation. Thumbs up for them! Oh, oh listen to this!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aik nen: Is he a worker here?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May hui: He's not wearing uniform leh. That doesn't look like a uniform.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah: Yah. They're uniform look like cleaners okay! Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worker: Yes table for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah: =O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ OMG HE IS A WORKER THERE &amp; I WAS LOUD SO I STRONGLY BELIEVE THAT HE HEARD ME! But nevermind, he smiled at me at least. May hui &amp; i were like melting okay cause he's like damn hot lah. Okay this is soo not me but yah, he is EXTREMELY HOT! The food was heavenly of course &amp;amp; the boys treated us! Haha! Imran payed for May hui's food &amp; Aik nen payed for mine! So sweet ar these boys! Girls, go get them! Hahahahahaha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Then we went shopping! Aik nen got a bag from TOPman AGAIN! &amp; THIS TIME IT COSTS 109 BUCKS! But discounted to 80+ bucks. &amp;amp; he got it. May hui &amp; i couldn't stop laughing okay! He was soooooooooooo bitchy &amp;amp; fussy when he made his pick. He was noisy &amp; arrogant lah. Wanna act classy siak! He'll rather have expensive stuff than cheap ones. No matter how pretty the thing is. He came up with many creative ideas on how to cheat, steal or flaunt the things he was gonna buy. Damn that was the most funniestestestest part lah. He cracked us up goood man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Then chilled at Wisma's Starbucks which used to be Coffee Club.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah: I hope the workers here are friendly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aik nen: Well they better ar!!! If not i'll say, eh you dun't act ar! This used to be MY territory! I was here far before you okay! MWHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ No comments. Lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Finally home we went, polluting the train with our endless laughter. I reached home at 11.50p.m. Oh &amp; i saw Anand, Hasbullah, Khairul &amp;amp; friends. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Was invite to Seetha's hatchday partey yesterday but couldn't make it cause of ART! ART ART ART! =( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Now i needa sleep before i die of tiresome  &amp; later, off to swimming!!!! Yeehaaaa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114949085783966117?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114949085783966117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114949085783966117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114949085783966117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114949085783966117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-too-worn-out-to-think-but-ill-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114917865036213123</id><published>2006-06-02T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T09:25:37.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When everyone around you tells you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" I will always be there no matter what, be it rain or shine.", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do they really mean it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Taken from Jessie's blog, with permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five years or so down the road, if you see your secondary school mate whom you are quite close to but have lost contact, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Run towards him/her and hug them like there's no tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Try to avoid them by walking the other way round and if he/she spots you, you'll just show your i-don't-know-you kinda face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. You think that maybe you know he/she but not sure if he/she still recognized you. So, you just wait, wait and wait for him/her to approach you first, and if he/she doesn't, you'll just let the opportunity slip by.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Act as per normal, exchange numbers and wun't bother to contact he/she back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Taken from Ain's blog, with permission&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ &lt;/em&gt;What do &lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt; think?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114917865036213123?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114917865036213123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114917865036213123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114917865036213123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114917865036213123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-everyone-around-you-tells-you-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114866076007248132</id><published>2006-05-29T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T09:30:40.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ I had a family gathering on Friday night. After quite a long time, i finally got to meet my dear cousins, especially the babies. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ After the prayers were done, everyone was talking about this vcd that my uncle just bought. The cd is about this group of so-called 'ghostbusters' experiences when they visited a few 'haunted' spots in Indonesia. Their intention for doing this was to show people that God is capable of his words. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ I swear i'm not making this up. They actually recorded &amp; showed a video of a few wandering souls at a cemetery &amp; a swimming pool at night. It was &lt;u&gt;extremely extremely extremely frightening&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Those souls were rejected from God after death. Hence, they had to suffer His punishment &amp;amp; regret all their life. The video even recorded the sound of them sobbing &amp; they actually zoomed in their faces. Till today, the pictures still linger in my mind. It's real. Gosh, i can't get to sleep okay. Yes, it was that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Therefore, i just wanna seek forgiveness from everyone. If i did harm or hurt anyone intentionally/unintentionally, please do forgive me. Call me coward or loser, for all i care. But please forgive me, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I shall limit myself from now on. Not like i never did but yeah, you get my point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I went to town with my family yesterday when i'm supposed to be home studying for my Mother Tongue O level paper! It's the Great Singapore Sale, wut d'ya expect? I bumped into Mardiana &amp; her guy friend &amp;amp; later on, Ashiqa. They looked great as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Anyway, i know i shouldn't be saying this with referance to my sixth paragraph but i'm really desperate to convey this message. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ To Shidah, who works in Takashimaya's KFC, as a customer i think you need an attitude adjustment. If you find serving customers very troublesome, then i suggest to you that you bring your shameless respect-undeserving midget-like face to work as an actress instead. I bet you'll do fine with that. You can make use of your 24/7 fucked up you-did-me-wrong kinda face for a villain's assistant. Y'know, back-up. Well, on one condition, if the director permits you to act lah which i think is the last thing, I, personally would do too. Blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Bottomline: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOUR SERVICE SUCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Right. My friend Rosman was featured in a Malay show today &amp; his secret was revealed. I met him at Skate Park three years back &amp;amp; he told me that he had only one sister, but, fact is, he has a brother too. Why do guys often lie uh? Even my ex-boyfriend, who i've considered extinct, is one &lt;em&gt;pathological liar, &lt;/em&gt;i tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Oh did i mention about my last mother tongue lesson? Ain was absent. Fauzi &amp; i were hungry so i took out my Pringles &amp;amp; shared it with him. We were talking &amp; talking, passing the pringles around like the teacher was invisible &amp;amp; making weird sound. Then, they had this photo-taking session as a class. Fauzi &amp; i felt a little bit awkward considering that we're like 'outcasts' among the rest of the sixteen years olds. However, our sweet teacher told us that we're one of them so we should take too &amp;amp; yadayadayada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;WETOOKTHEFIRSTROW,POSE&amp;amp;SNAP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahahhahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We made the most stupidiest pose of all! Fauzi planned for us to be the odd ones in the photo so we faced another direction against theirs. I came up with a traditional Malay dance pose which looks very &lt;em&gt;kampong&lt;/em&gt;! Some of them even imitated us! Haha! It was quite fun though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Yeah i call that fun. I mean at least it beats my English teacher's 'preach'. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Ahhhh, i've organized my 'holiday' schedule. School's still on everyday. I'm not going to go out alot. So i've planned to squeeze whatever things i need to settle by this coming week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Pay my library books fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Search ART books for O's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Renew Kinokuniya's priviledge card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Renew Popular card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Apply for Sentosa Islander's card. [ I dun't know if they have age limit. Do they? =/ Hehe. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Shop! =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Watch a movie! [ The last movie i watched was Dorm, or was it Date Movie? I can't remember. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Get the gifts that i owe my mum &amp; two sisters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Get that Lacoste shoe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Buy the Polo Ralph Lauren latest design tee. Y'know the LARGE logo?! Nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Get the third Putumayo's album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Clear my food craving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ &amp; the rest will be all about studying. +_+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114866076007248132?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114866076007248132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114866076007248132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114866076007248132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114866076007248132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-had-family-gathering-on-friday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114857608408190039</id><published>2006-05-26T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T10:02:41.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/1600/IMG_0454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMG_0454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY HATCHDAY MASITA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ Don't mind the shirt, she had to wear it. &amp; the bag, yes it's hers. Hehe. ] - hangs head in shame -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/Image%28190%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's the one on the right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Ahhh, it's funny seeing how close we are now compared to two years back, when she wasn't married yet. Everything about us was, disastrous. We couldn't agree to each other, let alone understand one another. It always ended up with either one or both parties crying, screaming or fighting, literally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She was a hot-tempered girl who never gives in. I was stubborn &amp; rebellious. Thus, the chaos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ But that was back then. Since she got married, everything changed. We often missed each other but we pretended like we dun't. However, she slowly opened up to me &amp;amp; we started understanding each other. She transformed to a totally different woman. She's matured now, though sometimes she still gets on my nerves. LoL! She still irritate &amp;amp; bully me but one thing's for sure, we love each other very very very much&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Oh we are sisters bytheway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114857608408190039?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114857608408190039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114857608408190039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114857608408190039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114857608408190039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-hatchday-masita-dont-mind-shirt.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114857372649606782</id><published>2006-05-26T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T09:19:05.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Just when i needed some peace to relax myself, some kids gotta spoil it. Irritating.&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 was in the bus, on the way home when these two primary-aged girls kept laughing. I din't know they were laughing at me until i heard them saying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where got people pierce there sey!".&lt;/em&gt; I turned my head &amp; yes, they were staring at my left ear. My first thought was, "Okay they haven't seen anyone's tragus pierced before. Nevermind.". So i smiled &amp;amp; turned back. &amp; guess what they said?!!!&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;The 2 billygoats: Hahahahahaha! -whisper- Smile for what?! &lt;em&gt;Xen-chim-ping!&lt;/em&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;+ Wtfwtfwtf? They called me insane just because i smiled at them!!! &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;+ At that very moment, i just felt like tossing my ez-link card to their necks &amp;amp; make sure their throats get severed, but then again, i dun't wanna dirty my still-in-good-condition card &amp; spoil my reputation when i'm seen entertaining such dumbfucks. So yah. I skipped that part. &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;+ However, they went on laughing.....laughing.....&amp;amp; laughing. I ignored...ignored...&amp; ignored. Until &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I CANNOT TAHAN&lt;/span&gt; anymore. I still din't wanna make a big fuss out of it so i just stared at the girls. Coincidentally, they alighted at the same stop as me. I came up with a plan! Since they look pretty scared of me by then, i purposely made it look like i was stalking them. I walked so close behind them &amp;amp; stared at them real hard. &amp; they stopped, gave me way, let me passed first &amp;amp; reversed. HAAHAHAHHEHHHAHAHA! THEY ARE SCARED OF ME HOHO! &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;+ See, i dun't get it. When i dun't smile, people who dun't know me claim that i'm 'cerek', meaning, arrogant. When i smile, they say i'm nuts. Wutthehell, youtellme. Like, boys will be boys, kids will be kids too....................only until they reach puberty. Hehe. Thank God. I'm not suprised lah actually. &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;I think certain kids are gifted. Their brains tend to malfunction, unfortunately, all the time. Sigh. My condolences for them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=x huehue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ &lt;/em&gt;Nonetheless, i still love kids! Only some who are as good as MONSTERS, i dislike. Other than that, bring them on why dun't cha!!! Huehuehue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ &lt;/em&gt;Anyway, everyone's talking about Celine's birthday celebration at Sentosa man. Now, i too feel the excitement! It's on the 11th to 13th of June. I'm coming on the first day!!! Oh &amp; do y'know that Ain's jealous of me! Yes me! Me! Celine drew hearts on my invitation card but not hers. Ahhahaha! &amp;amp; she's soo worked out because of that. Hahahhaha! Face it girl! She loves me!!! Hahahhaa! Nahh, Ain was just kidding lah. Eh, &amp; please do not buy Celine the Stussy purse she wants!!! I'm gonna give her that! =p Imma give her mine since she loves my Stussy pouch. Hahhahahah! &lt;u&gt;Budget must maintain okay&lt;/u&gt;! =x. Okay Celine, i WOS kidding girl. BUT YOU PEOPLE BETTER NOT BUY HER A STUSSY WUTEVA. I'VE BOOKED THAT, THANK YOU! Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ &lt;/em&gt;Oh did i mention about my day in school?!!! Ain, Jaminah, Jessie, Fauzi, Celine, Atiqah, Stefan, Kartik, Seetha, Afiqah, Nadia &amp;amp; i watched a Hindi movie today! Hahahhaha! Yes yes! We were all switched to romantic mood &amp; all. LoL! We spent half our day in the library watching some romantic Hindi show starring Pretty Zinta &amp;amp; Saif Ali Khan. The show's romantic, happening &amp;amp; hilarious, if you were to ask me. &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;+ About what i wanted to say yesterday, forget it. I dun't wanna think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114857372649606782?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114857372649606782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114857372649606782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114857372649606782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114857372649606782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-when-i-needed-some-peace-to-relax.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114849128047654406</id><published>2006-05-25T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T10:21:20.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I just read Jessie's blog &amp; i remember how much i wanted to blog about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ At the beginning of every morning, my friends &amp; i will gather &amp;amp; laze around before starting school. It's a daily routine for us to kickstart the day with rich laughter &amp; gossip before assembling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ However, Fauzi wasn't himself one day. He was quiet. Obviously, i knew he was down. So everyone started asking. He told us that he had something growing on his foot &amp; a doctor said that his leg might need to be amputated. It was terrible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ So one by one, everyone started consoling him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: Dun't worry, Fauzi. Everything's gonna be fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fauzi: I hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Minutes later, he came over to me &amp;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fauzi: HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fauzi: I dun't believe you guys actually fell for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: WTF?!!! Fuck you Fauzi!!! How could you joke like that?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fauzi: I punk'd you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah: -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Yeah we just got punk'd. Jessie din't know it was a lie until yesterday. Ahhah. She even told her brother about it &amp; pictured Fauzi taking his results with one leg. Hahahahah! Yesterday was worth a good laugh, i tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Anyway, my family held a mini party yesterday to celebrate Natasha's hatchday. We usually celebrate it outside home but since my sister had school, we just carried it out at home. My elder sister came over &amp; while at it, she planned to stayover for a week or so cause her husband's away. My brother invited her girlfriend along. Yes after two years, he finally got over the girl he loved, moved on &amp;amp; started on a new healthy relationship with a girl who's pretty much similar to his ex-girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Okay that's not the point. The point is.........sigh. I'll say it tomorrow. It's gonna be long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114849128047654406?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114849128047654406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114849128047654406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114849128047654406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114849128047654406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-read-jessies-blog-started-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114840330619413556</id><published>2006-05-23T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T10:09:53.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/1600/Picture%20181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/Picture%20181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAPPY HATCHDAY MERLYNNA NATASHA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh bytheway, Tasha is my younger sister. She's the one on the left. Right is Putri. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;To the taggers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JIST: Yay thanks! I'll link you up right away. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ika: Okay done, dear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fir: Action? Merepek siak! Aku tak bersalah sial. Haha. Bila masa kau puji? =/ Hehe. Celine knows you're a gay, happy boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ain: AINNNNN!!! Mana ada naturally jambu?!! Takdelah!!! But i dun't mind kahwin-ing you! JOM! JOM! JOM! LoL! &amp; YES!!!! I know!!! I saw them playing 'batu serembat' too! Oh &amp;amp; they played 'cangkak' too! AHHAHEHHAHAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kikie: Oh my, actually some ARE plastic. =x. Hehe. You smart girl you. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dee: Macam Sarah Michelle Gellar?! Eh kembang hamba! =x AHAHAHHA! Sayang U NeWer aSk maRhzZ! Nebermind now u noe i changed my URL horr! Teehee. Okay i suck. See ya in school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Celine: He's just trying to be 'modest'.........my foot. LoL! Oh yes he's one happy boy. He just sprained his leg. =x I din't resize the pictures. I just uploaded them pictures &amp; it came out like that. Fitting. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grj: Haha. Yeah he's still alive. He just messaged me recently. There's nothing much to update actually. I only caught a glimpse of him in the show. LoL! He's doing fine. Will update you on that though! Anyway, have fun working girl! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Celine: His singing sucks? Haha. Okay i will pretend i heard nothing. =/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I got called up by the school today. Students were asked to come school right away due to the very little number of people present. Huehue. It was fucking boring lah. However, the good thing was, i got to meet my &lt;em&gt;nong-nong&lt;/em&gt; haven't seen friends! ADAM &amp;amp; CHUN HUI!!! Hehaheheha. Okay, more like seniors. Though i missed their talk, i'm sure they did great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Thank God for Fauzi &amp; Zameer, Jessie &amp;amp; i survived the day. LoL! God knows how many times the four of us got scolding today. Noisy noisy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Omg i'm so excited for tomorrow. I'm going Suntec City!!! After two weeks of not going out, yippie for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One last thing: Do i &lt;u&gt;dress&lt;/u&gt; like Mischa Barton aka Marissa Cooper from O.C? =/ Someone said i dress like her. Heh. Not like it's a good thing. I just wanna know if it's true. I am Maisarah!!!! I swear i wasn't trying to immitate her! Seriously, I dun't really admire her fashion taste please. However, i still do appreciate the comment. ;) Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114840330619413556?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114840330619413556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114840330619413556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114840330619413556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114840330619413556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-hatchday-merlynna-natasha-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114806977242633524</id><published>2006-05-19T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T10:57:21.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not so long overdued post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/1600/IMAG0328.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ As much as i love blogging, i think it's time to kiss my cyber ass goodbye &amp; start mugging like the God of all muggers, Fauzi. Looking at him mugging is like getting a tight slap across my face, like, &lt;u&gt;so when are you gonna wake up&lt;/u&gt; that kinda thing. Get wut i mean? Okay nevermind. Like i said before, &lt;em&gt;must do means die die must do&lt;/em&gt;! IMMA PICK UP MY STUDYING MOMENTUM ONCE AGAIN! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A picture speaks a thousand words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ &lt;/em&gt;Right,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;i'm lazy. So i'll just post pictures of the zoo trip i had recently. Our faces look kinda &lt;em&gt;doh. &lt;/em&gt;That's just because we were tired that's all but dun't mind me, i was high on sugar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Anyway, enjoy the photos. You better enjoy ar cause it took me half an hour to upload them pictures lah okay. Kanina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0188.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only when it comes to money-spending, humans tend to lack confidence. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dun't cha think the top right monkey resembles an ass?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh look, i'm sorry for i can no longer feed you Jaminah. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How the hell did Fauzi end up there? You tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One is Karen, the other is Kenny, the left one is Richard &amp; the one i'm caressing is Robert. I'm Maisarah &amp;amp; we are friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Freakiest animal ever. The black figure on the right is the tail&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Upclose &amp; personal with Seabiscuit!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wtf? I think they ran out of names for this creature &amp; this was the best they could come up with. Gila monster? Poooor poor creature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0248.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On second thought, i couldn't agree less. It's disgusting, thus the name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I look like a green lamp post. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp; all along, we thought flamingos are pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Macham no-lifers like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Penguins 1 &amp; 2 have no decency. For goodness sake, your babies are looking! Go get a room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0294.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Penguin 3 escaped. Single bytheway!=x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For them, everyday is a food fest&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I salute anyone who's able to take a photo of Jessie without difficulty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yah okay, i'm short so wut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0280.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jessie: EH &lt;u&gt;RHINO&lt;/u&gt;! Why no water?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Celine: It's rhino. Not hippo wut! Where got water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jessie: Oh yah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LoL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0295.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New unknown species found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love is blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yay i've got two noses &amp; two lips. Hrmmm, two lips sound like tulips, y'know that flower. Okay, nevermind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0322.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No, they are not cheerful &amp; decent kids like they look. They are way beyond MAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/IMAG0328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, meet my newly-adopted child, Zoey. She's sooooo adorableeeee lah!!! She has got pretty pretty pretty eyes, y'know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/NEW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shutup please! Taking neo print is an everyday in-thing okay!!! No such thing as &lt;u&gt;dah-basi&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/NEW7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My shirt has bricks! AHAHHAHAHAH! Erhm. Hello everyone, we are secondary 5 students &amp; we are taking our o level examinations this year. Do wish us luck thank you! -lovelove-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ &lt;/em&gt;Anyway, there's many more photos but it'll take forever to upload each &amp;amp; every single one of them. So be grateful Nadia. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Did you guys watch Singapore Idol?!!! I know 4 of the participants! One is Aidil Azlan, an ex-Yuhua student. Second is the guy who works at Jurong Point's Pizza Hut! Remember the one who thought i was complimenting him, but no it was actually the ice-cream! Yeah yeah him! LoL! Thirdly, the sisters named Charmaine &amp; Chanelle. We are not related but they are my cousins' best friends. Hahaha! What a small world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To JIST: Yeah i'm glad that i found your videos too! Love 'see who iam'. You make great videos! Anyway, how did you find your way here? =/ LoL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114806977242633524?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114806977242633524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114806977242633524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114806977242633524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114806977242633524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-so-long-overdued-post-as-much-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114797312745616892</id><published>2006-05-19T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:57:42.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Today was release of Mid year examination's results. I'm satisfied with the results except for SCIENCE! Damn it. I suck at Science. Blah. &amp; believe it or not, Fauzi can score an A2 for Science! Wtfwtfwtf lah. &amp;amp; he got A1 for Maths. He's gonna top the level, i tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I'm only extremely happy for my overall Maths result. Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, that's all. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ School started off reely badly today. For the first time in my life, i had to stand up during assembly. Wasn't that embarrassing though cause every class had about ten people standing up. Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CAUSE WE ALL SKIPPED ART EXAMINATION TOGETHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahahhahahh! Yes, we are a bunch of brats. You may say so. However, i learnt this from every other years lah. We were usually given the choice to decide whether or not we wanna take the exam because Art is a very &lt;u&gt;time-consuming&lt;/u&gt; task. Terrible, i tell you. These brats were gathered in the Art room with the principal &amp; teachers &amp;amp; were given a 'lecture' for about half an hour. Beatrice, Taufiq, wuteva the girl's name &amp; i were bitching most of the time. Haha! Suddenly ar, my teacher questioned Adam &amp;amp; me. Hahahaha! Adam din't do his Art &amp; i, being a retainee was told to speed up cause i just started on it. Adam gave a reeeeeely stupid but hilarious answer to his question while i gave him a wide grin &amp;amp; started convincing him with my nonsensical talk. It's crazy i tell you, having to answer the teacher in front of your juniors with the whole class laughing along. Haha. Oh &amp; everyone had to write a report regarding our absence. Obviously, everyone gave almost the same reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* It is time-consuming &amp;amp; we need the time off for O level's Art paper instead, since we already have to start on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ =x YAH RIGHT! Some of us haven't even touch our colour pencils! Hohehahoehhoahoe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Hrmm. Anyway, i just realised that i'm the only retainee among my group who takes Art &amp; History. The rest take F&amp;amp;N &amp; Geography. Sian ar. History today was about coffee, work, uZap &amp;amp; transvetites. =x Haha. Well, that was Joey, Eugene &amp; my conversation lah. We ran out of topic i guess. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Okay i've been waiting for TWO songs to be downloaded since three days ago. 'See who i am' isn't progressing much. Fucker. 'When love &amp;amp; death embrace' is getting on my nerves cause it stopped downloading at 60+ %. Irritating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I went to see Jaminah's friends yesterday. At the zoo. Firstly, i would like to apologise to Jessie, Jaminah &amp; Celine for being late. I admit my fault. So sorry to keep you all waiting. Wasn't intentional, serious. Once again, sorry ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ The day was &lt;em&gt;alright&lt;/em&gt; ar. The company was fun but the humid at the zoo was murderous, i tell you! &lt;em&gt;Can die one ar can die&lt;/em&gt;! The smell of the zoo was ergh, no comment. Okay, lazy to explain. See a few pictures okay. A FEW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH &amp;amp; I REALISED THAT I CAN NEVER TAKE NICE PICTURES WITH MY FRIENDS. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ On second thought, post tomorrow ar. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114797312745616892?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114797312745616892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114797312745616892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114797312745616892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114797312745616892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-was-release-of-mid-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114780303974257179</id><published>2006-05-18T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:11:30.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ This is an extract of the last episode for the last season of Buffy The Vampire Slayer. When i watched this clip, i got reminded of the whole episode that i watched. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Yes i remember clearly, years back, that i watched it in my brother's room alone &amp; cried at the end of the show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ This is the best clip i could find. While watching it, do listen to the lyrics of the song played &amp;amp; try to understand the story cause in some ways or another, the song &amp; the show are pretty linked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-not recommended for people who are in a state of devastation-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9tcv18Qk9w" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Ohmygod, i still can't believe Spike sacrificed for Buffy. He's dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Spike WAS the most fearsome &amp;amp; strongest vampire without a soul who eventually fell for Buffy after many failing attempts to kill her. He tried his very best to prove to Buffy that he was a &lt;u&gt;man&lt;/u&gt; who was worthy of her love. Though he was reluctant to change to be a better man, he still did it for the sake of his loved one, Buffy. However, Buffy still sees him as a 'thing' more than a 'person'. Spike din't give up. He did everything any man would do for the person he loves. Finally, Buffy was convinced &amp; believed that Spike was a changed man eventhough she din't voice her feelings out, as she has always been the stubborn one. In the end, they all had to fight the immortals. Despite the huge massacre, the evil immortals were wiped out by mainly one hero, Spike that is. Fortunately, he died with a soul. -sobs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Back to school tomorrow. Meaning, no more hanky-panky. Damn, i've lost the momentum to study &amp;amp; i gotta pick it up once again, which is one bloody tough chore. Nevermind, &lt;em&gt;must do means die die must do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;+ Anyway, Jaminah's twin, Jamilah the elephant send her regards to you all. He's very cute trust me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114780303974257179?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114780303974257179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114780303974257179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114780303974257179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114780303974257179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-extract-of-last-episode-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114776474315821347</id><published>2006-05-16T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T05:17:27.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ These clips are worth a good laugh so do check them out! It's fucking hilarious, i'm telling you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t-dIa1unLrU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;James Marsters: "Yeh you took it baby &amp; you liked it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Ahhahh! Wtfwtfwtf lah! A nice one indeed. The next one is my favourite! Totally hysterical that it got me laughing throughout the clip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lZtJ5RCjZ7k" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ HAHHAHAHAH! Get wut i mean now? Laughs out loud at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In large doses, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;mandrake root&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt; causes&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;delirium&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt; and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;madness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kind of like&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt; and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;sex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;-- WTF? LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chandelier: $859&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;getting it on with your nemesis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;em&gt;PRICELESS!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahhah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* In case you din't know, mandrake is a fruit of a plant, May Apple. The root of it resembles the human body. It is usually used as narcotic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although the clip was one hell of a dumbass shit one, i still think that whoever that made this video is undeniably 'smart' . Serious. Okay, nuff with that. Next one is a blooper from &lt;u&gt;Buffy The Vampire Slayer&lt;/u&gt;. Very very cute. =x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ppiy6Kzya_U" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Awww how i wish i was Xander Harris!!!!!! Okay shut up. He's no gay. It was just a physical joke. Eh serious, they just happen to face each other, thus the kiss. It was meant to be a JOKE, i repeat myself, a JOKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PfvB4v4kpho" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Ahhh, how i wish i was Xander Harris, AGAIN! Just look at his eyes' contact. Spike is killing me. He's the definition of &lt;u&gt;HOT!&lt;/u&gt; Yes yes he is okay! Well at least so much better than David Boreanaz [ Angel ], my point of view. Ouh &amp; that was a clip of James[ Spike ] teasing Nick [ Xander ].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ So now you people know how free i am. Lately, my days have been boring so i occupied myself with James Marsters's videos from youtube.com. Addictive is an assurance okay. I will sit in front of my screen for hours, ignoring messages &amp;amp; phonecalls just to complete watching his videos. I still have a few more clips to go &amp; imma do it right after posting this entry! Ahhah. It's gonna be a daily routine from now on! I'm not gonna bum around &amp;amp; do nothing! Watching James is something okay! So yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Except for tomorrow &amp; the day after of course. Tomorrow will be a day spent with Jaminah's breed, the monyets &amp;amp; the baboooooons! Sexayyy. HAHAHHAHAHA! Thursday will be a day spent with Firdaus &amp; his friends at one of Mohammad Sultan's i-dun't-know-wut restaurant. There's gonna be free performances to catch!!! YOU GUYS CAN COME TOO!! Just go there and ask around &amp;amp; i'm sure people will guide you there so yeah! See you when i see you okay! Though i'm not sure if i'll be going. =x HAHA! Oral examination is here okay! Needa practise damn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Hrmm. Actually there's more funny videos with James in it but some are erhm, quite disturbing for some &lt;u&gt;kids&lt;/u&gt; below 17, like me. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very machiam porn like that&lt;/em&gt;. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114776474315821347?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114776474315821347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114776474315821347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114776474315821347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114776474315821347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/05/these-clips-are-worth-good-laugh-so-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114748578702263266</id><published>2006-05-13T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T19:27:12.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ For your viewing pleasure, let me present you my all-time favourite &lt;em&gt;punkrock vampire&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Spike,&lt;/em&gt; or better known as &lt;em&gt;James Marsters&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He's naughty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UP_sHNT53Aw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..........but smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* more below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114748578702263266?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114748578702263266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114748578702263266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114748578702263266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114748578702263266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-your-viewing-pleasure-let-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114748530993889098</id><published>2006-05-13T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T19:50:29.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He's nasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CDE-ZXqrznI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..........but charming         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* more below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114748530993889098?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114748530993889098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114748530993889098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114748530993889098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114748530993889098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/05/hes-nasty.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114748371270319291</id><published>2006-05-13T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T19:48:41.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He's immortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yVwyEy_H424" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..........but romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Damn it, how can you not like him? He's an example of an imperfect vampire who was taken control by love. Gosh, i'm seriously in love with James Marsters. He'll always be my idol no matter what. Not forgetting Sarah Michelle Gellar/Buffy too. Cause without her, Spike would'nt have someone to love. Awwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Anyway, i'm sure you guys were attracted to the songs more than him. Grrr. Nevermind. Love theee songs too!!! If you guys do want the songs, message me online cause i have them songs &amp; i'll gladly send it to you, if i'm free. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's all for now, folks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh listen to this; Spike goes with Sarah. Marsters goes with Maisarah. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh &amp; people, i lost my voice. Just just great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh &amp;amp; happy momma's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay bye i want to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114748371270319291?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114748371270319291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114748371270319291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114748371270319291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114748371270319291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/05/hes-immortal.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114717129415853437</id><published>2006-05-09T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T05:07:07.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;To the taggers!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Intan: Ahhah! I did mention,' it's the same old layout, but just under a different name. '. LoL! Eh what gila?! Grr. I'm perfectly sane okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- lifts skirt -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ain: I'm a keropok??? Wutthehell you cincalok you. LoL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Candy: Ahhah. Shut up you, sadist, MAJOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imran, Ain &amp; Kak Lin: Awwww, that just shows how much you guys love me. =x Mwuehe. Okok, ears will do. You gotta thank God that i'm still alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love you too Ain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rin: Howdy, miss intellectually built Ricardy. Thanks for dropping by &amp;amp; you can drop by my house whenever you're free. I'm just a phonecall away! Alright then, stay positive i will. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jessie: Yeah we should. That's judgement day babe. &amp; thanks for thee ' compliment '! I was brave thanks to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grj: Thanks honeyy. I dun't know about you, but to me, it's not about the embarrassment, it's more of the progress. &amp;amp; yes i went for the parteyy! You should have asked. LoL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imran: I'm the one writing essays, not the clock. LoL. Anyway, there's two large clocks in the hall, Imran. Weren't you from Yuhua? =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Putri: Teehee, thanks! True true. Donation comes from heart, not pockets. =) Nahh, i escaped. Covered it with my &lt;u&gt;sidecurls&lt;/u&gt;. HUEHUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Y'know people, as i'm typing this out, two &lt;u&gt;Bangladeshis&lt;/u&gt; are outside my window looking at me now. =/ They're standing on the swing aka open &amp; risky elevators. I dun't know what they're up to. Probably doing colours' replenishment for my block or something. Oh &amp;amp; their presence gives me the creeps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are some of the reasons why i should worry aside from the fact that i'm currently alone at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Technology is progressing, more people own digital cameras. They can take photos of me secretly &amp; claim that i'm their girlfriend via friendster, myspace or hi-5 accounts. Some people nowadays are, right to the bottom of their heart, extremely desperate. Even the most horrible person in town can benefit relationships thanks to them. So i gotta be worrying though i'm not much of a substance. You'll never know when you'll be seeing my face in some stranger's account with &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;' my name ' published in capital; &lt;em&gt;SAMOSA&lt;/em&gt;.........&lt;em&gt;KATHIRAH..........OR KARIPAP!!!&lt;/em&gt; Like, OMG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- faints - =/ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Since they're just roughly two metres away from me, they can just knock on my window, pretend to ask for help &amp; rush in my house in search for gold &amp;amp; diamonds. &amp; i'll be forced to replace them. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. I sense approaching downpour &amp;amp; strong wind. Danger alert! This will cause the ' elevator ' to rock vigorously. &amp; i wun't be surprise if i see two large human ' birds ' descending to their death. Weeeeeeeee~ Oh no! What if they die?!!! Who's gonna replenish my block's paint???!!! =x HUEHUEHUEHUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Finally, if they do have good eyesight &amp; catch me typing all this, they'll probably do a &lt;u&gt;superman stunt&lt;/u&gt; &amp;amp; fly through my windows, grab hold of me &amp; decapitate me! Oh shit! I dun't wanna die a VIRGIN! Hrmm, unless of course, i suggest to them: &lt;em&gt;Can you rape me instead?&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHHAHAHAH! GROSSSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Mwuahheuhaha. Okay on second thought, i think it's kinda hilarious if i get to witness some of that, especially number three. OMG CAN Y'ALL IMAGINE THEIR REACTION?!!! HEHAHHUEHEH! They'll probably go like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ' MOKOQFHIUGCF FUSIIUQWG JWHU IOYQEF, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EARTHQUAKE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! ' &amp;amp; BOOM! DIE! Ahhah!!! Just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Okay, just to clear my stand, i'm not being racist. I'm not cursing or wishing. I'm just making fun of people whom i dun't know. Oh &amp;amp; mind you, you dun't know them either. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ If YOU are the person outside my window, forgive me for being mean. &lt;em&gt;Show me mercy, please&lt;/em&gt;. Please dun't consider my worries as ideas. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114717129415853437?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114717129415853437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114717129415853437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114717129415853437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114717129415853437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-taggers-intan-ahhah-i-did-mention.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114710345188849068</id><published>2006-05-09T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T09:19:37.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Teman Tapi Mesra&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends But Fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Y14gzrbz1s" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Mwuehe. I just felt like listening to a Malay song. Hehe. Yes, surprise surprise! Malay song okay. &lt;em&gt;Dun't pray pray!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114710345188849068?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114710345188849068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114710345188849068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114710345188849068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114710345188849068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/05/teman-tapi-mesrafriends-but-fun-mwuehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114708354582948613</id><published>2006-05-08T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T03:19:07.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I'VE FINALLY PIERCED MY TRAGUS!!!! WOOHOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JESSIE CALLS ME A BRAVE GIRL NOW! AHAHAHAH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I would like to thank the four girls who stood around me while i got pierced. It felt like i was giving birth with me holding on to their hands &amp; nearly freaked out, again. Thanks to Jessie's description &amp;amp; their ' encouragement ', i've decided to take the shot. Celine made a deal saying that&lt;em&gt; if i do pierce my tragus, she's gonna pierce her tongue.&lt;/em&gt; So now, i'm just waiting. Lalala. Haha. Nahh, i'm not forcing you but do remember the &lt;em&gt;side effects&lt;/em&gt; it might bring to you girl; &lt;u&gt;a fugly mouldy tongue&lt;/u&gt;. Eeeew!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Right, i think i should stop corrupting people's mind with my wild imagination. LoL! But there ARE side effects okay! Once again, thanks girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Next might be helix, conch or scaffold aka industrial piercings baybeh. That is, if i'm brave enough. =/ Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114708354582948613?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114708354582948613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114708354582948613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114708354582948613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114708354582948613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-finally-pierced-my-tragus-woohooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114701992497953477</id><published>2006-05-08T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:44:27.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/gila.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/sarahh2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/PICT0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/retro%20night%2019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/prom%20night%20girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/DSCN1523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/grey%20eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/zzzz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/DSC01628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/dumber%20II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/pop%20II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I miss, everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Absence makes the heart grows fonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114701992497953477?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114701992497953477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114701992497953477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114701992497953477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114701992497953477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-miss-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114698386166339017</id><published>2006-05-07T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T02:33:35.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ There's another entry before this entry. It's right below this post. I was in a great rush so instead of publishing it, i accidentally saved it as draft. So two entries for today! Oh &amp; pardon me for the stupidity in that entry. I think i was high on sugar or something. =/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Right. Friday night was &lt;em&gt;supper&lt;/em&gt; at Pizza Hut. I was invited along with some former 4e5 &amp;amp; 4e6 students to celebrate Mathani's hatchday! Jaminah, thanks for the testimonial woman! Grr.I was late so i hailed a cab but out of ten, i think only two stopped to ask for my destination. By then, it was getting real late. However, i bumped into two ' &lt;em&gt;superheroes&lt;/em&gt; ' who saved my day! Ahhah. Chee Liong &amp; Ryan! I was whining to them on how fucked up i was &amp;amp; yadayadayada &amp; tada, a cab stopped &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;accepted&lt;/em&gt; me as his passenger. Thanks to who? Chee Liong that is. He just hailed once &amp; the cab stopped. &lt;em&gt;Kanina. Wtfwtfwtf lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ &lt;/em&gt;Upon reaching my destination, i was soo elated to get to meet many of my lower secondary classmates &amp;amp; the rest. They were Mathani, Rafidah, Sumathi, Shahira, Devi, Hafidah, Vinod, Puven, Jaminah [ sick of her sight =x kidding! ] &amp; many others. I was the only 4e7 student. Am soo glad for them for they sounded soo happy talking about school &amp;amp; stuff. Damn, i'm still stuck here in Yuhua. Blah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ I enjoyed myself! Being hyper like i always am at night, i was making use of every bit of my energy to disturb the hatchday girl. How fun! =x Nocturnal creature i am. Mwahaha! Y'know Rafidah, yes that girl whom i used to be closed to in secondary one &amp; two. She changed okay! I was soooo surprised by her! She's no longer that ms too quiet for her own good. She's loud! Ahhahhh. I know you do read my blog sometimes, just wanna say that i'm really glad that we still do keep in touch and are open to each other like we used to. I felt sorry for the distant friendship we had when we reached secondary three &amp;amp; four. Whatever it is, you're still a good friend to me. ;) Good luck for your audition, you hyped woman! LoL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ At one moment, this good-looking waiter served me my ice-cream. The ice-cream had a flag with the words ' sweet treats ' on it. So i said, ' Wow, sweeeeet. '. &amp; guess what?!!! He actually thought i was referring to him!!! AHAHHAHAHA! It was absolutely, embarrassing. I ate the do-it-yourself pasta &amp;amp; an ice-cream. Know why no pizza? Cause my elder sister &amp; i had ordered pizzas &amp;amp; Macdonald's food delivery for the past three days! =x AHAHH! Yes, we were &lt;u&gt;desperate&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Okay i must share with you guys my encounter i had yesterday! I was at Takashimaya's Coffee Bean waiting for my drinks at one corner. There was a young lady in front of me. She was super friendly lah. She started out a conversation with me &amp; a guy behind me who was about my age who dressed up reely GOOOOD! Charming. =x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady: Man..This is what i hate about them. Wrong drinks &amp;amp; stuff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah: Ahhah. They're confused i guess. Soo many customers you see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady: Yeah probably. Okay i gtg. Anyway, just wanna tell you guys that you guys are the most trendiest couple i've ever seen. Love thee dressing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy: Thanks but..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah: -_- Love thee compliment but we are not a couple.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady: Oh sorry. You're not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy: Nahh, we are total strangers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady: Okay i'm sorry guys. Reely sorry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy &amp; Sarah: It's okay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ HUEHUEHUEHUE! Soo funnaye. I left hurriedly as soon as i got my drinks &amp;amp; met my mum. HAHA. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ I finally got a new bag. I think this is the prettiest among the ugliest bag ever. It's kinda boring but i had no choice. That's one of the Stussy bags left. Where's Stussy &amp; his designs???? I want them new arrivals! &amp;amp; i bought a new Roxy small cute irritating leather-liked wallet. Hehahahee. Wallet again, again &amp; again. Teehee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Oh &amp;amp; i got pissed by this &lt;em&gt;nyonya&lt;/em&gt; who collects donation for Muhammadiyah welfare home. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nyonya: Haloo. Would like to donate for the orphanage?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah: I'm sorry but we've gotten no change maam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nyonya: - assuming -  If you guys can smoke then what's so difficult with donating? - in funny slang -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah: We've alwys donated &amp; we dun't smoke. -_-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ It's reely rude y'know. I SWEAR i've always donated. Even when i was working at town recently, i will donate every now &amp;amp; then. I even advertised for that welfare home before. &amp; i'm treated this way. If you think you wanna help raise donations sincerely, then go ahead &amp;amp; do it willingly. But if you think it's tough &amp;amp; like you're forced to do it, then give it up if you can't find a better way to encourage people to donate. Am i &lt;u&gt;right&lt;/u&gt; or am i &lt;u&gt;right&lt;/u&gt;? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Irritating. Bahhh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114698386166339017?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114698386166339017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114698386166339017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114698386166339017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114698386166339017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/05/theres-another-entry-before-this-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114682652763246777</id><published>2006-05-05T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:36:14.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPPPPY HATCCCCHDAY MATHANIII &amp; FAUUUUZAY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- throws shoes &amp;amp; hats up in the air -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Ohhhhhh fuck i'm experiencing the &lt;em&gt;best fascinating week of my life&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt;. Everything is just working out the way i want it to be. Sweeeet. I'm generating baybeh, generating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ My back cellphone's cover broke when i exerted force to remove it. I'm soo happy that it did succeed!!! Oh &amp; not forgetting, removed completely &amp;amp; permanently. Just just great. &amp; it's an&lt;em&gt; ' ageing '&lt;/em&gt; three months old baby. Wow, it must be gladful to have an owner like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Oh oh &amp;amp; did i include the part where i broke my nails???!!! Yeah i ran to answer a phonecall &amp; tripped. To refrain from losing my balance, i clinged onto my wardrobe's handle &amp;amp; ' kepiaaak ', Miss Newly Grown Lulu broke! Not chipped! But broke! B. R. O. K. E. BROKE! Ahhh, you dun't know how it feels to be killed for a minute. The excruciating pain made a legendary tale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brutal orgasm..................my foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Yes &amp; not forgetting spilling a little bit of chocolate milk on my French-top that i'll be wearing tonight. Eh &amp;amp; it's only a week old or somewhere close to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Tell me people, am i cool or what????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yes i'm like theee &lt;u&gt;COOLEST&lt;/u&gt; woman now lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; clumsy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Right...as i was saying..............wait! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What was i saying? Nevermind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like, am i &lt;u&gt;cursed&lt;/u&gt; or am i &lt;u&gt;cursed&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aiyoh, i needa go now lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114682652763246777?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114682652763246777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114682652763246777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114682652763246777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114682652763246777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/05/happpppy-hatcccchday-mathaniii-clumsy.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114672625627581395</id><published>2006-05-04T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T00:04:16.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;+ Today's the first day of examinations &amp; i had to screw it all up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;+ Foolish me started off with composition, followed by proposal. I got too carried away with my never-ending story that i din't have much time to write my proposal. See, the paper started at 8.02 am &amp; the duration is one hour &amp;amp; forty-five minutes. Meaning, it ended at 9.47 am &lt;u&gt;sharp&lt;/u&gt;. Guess wut time i started writing my proposal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9.38 am&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;exactly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ &lt;/em&gt;That's a pathetic duration of &lt;em&gt;9 minutes&lt;/em&gt; to finish my proposal. However, i did manage to complete it. Unfortunately, the contents were total &lt;em&gt;crap&lt;/em&gt;. Trust me on that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;+ Now i can forsee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- enchants native languages -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMMA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAIL SECTION B!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That means, a high chance of failing English Paper I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Disastrous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Failing English would be the last thing i want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;+ Oh gosh. I reely suck at time management. Also, i din't get to complete my last question for Social Studies too. I know, i'm &lt;em&gt;pathetic. &lt;/em&gt;Ahhh, i shan't whine any further, it just makes me feel sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ &lt;/em&gt;So much for mugging &amp;amp; memorising shit when you dun't even know how to manage your time well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114672625627581395?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114672625627581395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114672625627581395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114672625627581395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114672625627581395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/05/todays-first-day-of-examinations.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114667244810312457</id><published>2006-05-03T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T09:12:22.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Quick update before i vanish for examinations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Recently, i went Far East with my youngest auntie. I filled her with truckload of questions regarding her piercings &amp; tattoos. After years of knowing, i still can't accept the fact that she has tattoos. I've endlessly persuaded her to get rid all of it but she was never ready. I mean, obviously, i couldn't do much about it. All i could afford to do was to feed her advice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Anyway, that's not the point. We were passing a piercing/tattoo shop &amp;amp; an abrupt feeling just came rushing through my veins. I had the sudden vibe to get piercings. But mind you, never did it come across my mind to ' &lt;em&gt;vandalise ' &lt;/em&gt;my skin. In other words, get tattoos done. I desperately wanted to go for a navel &amp; tragus or tongue piercing. So i did a quick check with the experienced one. I asked my auntie about the navel &amp;amp; tongue piercing ones. &amp; she gave me a simple but satisfying answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Auntie: Navel, trust me, it'll be painful for you &amp;amp; often, dangerous. I know cause i fell before &amp; the piercing tore. Tongue, ooh go for it girl. It's painless! Believe me when i say it beats ear piercing. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Ahhah. Told you she's good. The shopkeeper then approached me &amp;amp; started out a friendly conversation with us. He knows my auntie! He's a psycho bitch. He kept insisting on me to just go for it. Well, easy for him to say. He's earning money, i'm taking the risk. But he was ooh soo nice. He din't bother about his other customers except for me. However, sad to say, i left that place without any piercings done.=X Mwahha. I sat on the stool &amp; when he prepared to pierce my tragus..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I FREAKED OUT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ OMG. Everyone indoors were laughing out loud &amp;amp; cheering out for me but unfortunately, it din't work well on me. =/ Yeah, now you see my weakness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Most of my friends &amp; my sister say that piercing the tragus &amp;amp; the upper ear is painful &amp; risky cause you might get semi/fully paralysed if a wrong vein gets in the way. When i got reminded of that, there goes my shot. - poofs -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ As much as i love trying out these ' &lt;em&gt;artistic ' &lt;/em&gt;but insane stuff, i guess it's time to kiss my piercings/poking favourable ass goodbye. I value my skin, blood &amp;amp; veins more than studs, rings &amp;amp; barbells. Anyway, what's ' &lt;em&gt;cool &lt;/em&gt;about it? I'm still &lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt; without them piercings right? Errrr....rright? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Having second thoughts on piercing? No? Good for you. May God be with you. HUEHUEHUE. I mean it okay! =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114667244810312457?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114667244810312457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114667244810312457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114667244810312457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114667244810312457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/05/quick-update-before-i-vanish-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114613825517164566</id><published>2006-04-27T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T08:22:03.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ My cash is running low &amp;amp; my mum's not intending to give me more money for this whole week. She wants me to survive this week with the amount of money i'm left with. In this case, she claimed that i'll learn how to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;' thrifty '. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ &lt;/em&gt;Great, it looks like she just gave birth to me yesterday [ Like, you dun't know my character? ].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I swear i'm not making this up. I din't realise it only until this morning. I actually spent a total of &lt;u&gt;$180+&lt;/u&gt; at Holland Village the whole day of yesterday. No kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, i'm just waiting for my mum to run after me with a chopper in her hands when she realised that my account balance is &lt;em&gt;clean. &lt;/em&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Hence, i'll be off to write my '&lt;em&gt;will ' &lt;/em&gt;now&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Goodnight everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114613825517164566?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114613825517164566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114613825517164566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114613825517164566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114613825517164566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-cash-is-running-low-my-mums-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114589429122025177</id><published>2006-04-24T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T05:10:05.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I was tagged by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cellytubbies.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Celine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolatelips.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. So here it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 20 ppl you can think of right now at the top of your head. Dont read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 20 ppl. And tag at least 5 ppl..Ready?Start!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Aishah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Jaminah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Firdaus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Aisha Shazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Imran&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Ain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Jessie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Fauzi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Celine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Adam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Aik Nen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Raudha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Genieve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Seetha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Wan Hui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Imelda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Candy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Kikie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Sheila&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Fazly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21?. Shan Shan [ *Beep* Rejected! ] AHHAHAHHAA! Right, whatever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;How did you meet 14?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a classmate for i am repeating this year in 5n.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;What would you do if you've never met 1?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wouldn't be complete.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;What would you do if 20 and 9 dated?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll probably scream, ' IMPOSSIBLE'! Trust me on that. They dun't match. Fazly is too innocent for that fun-going lady.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Did you ever like 19?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yupp, i love my cousin forever more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoho. They are both WONDERFUL! Hilarious, sweet &amp;amp; all. Unfortunately, both are girls. So they deserve &lt;em&gt;kickass boys &lt;/em&gt;instead&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Describe 3.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A very keen &amp; determined boy. Sweet, calm &amp;amp; fashionable. Other than that, no comments.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not bad ar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tell me something about 7.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's funny, crazy &amp; strong. &amp;amp; imma say the same thing like she said about me! YOU DUN'T WANNA SEE HER ANGRY! LoL! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you know any of 12's family?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yupp. All of them except for her father.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;What's 8's favourite?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BB? Books &amp; bitching? Mwehahuehhaha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;What would you do if 18 just confessed he/she likes you?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not surprised. I'l probably reply the same thing. In fact, we love each other since young! Cousins honeyy, cousins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;What language does 15 speak?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English &amp;amp; Chinese. &amp; must i add on to tell you how much i love her? Well, ALOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Who is 9 going out with?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charles? Yeah, Charles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;How old is 16 now?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seventeeeeeeeen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;When was the last time you talked to 13?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three days ago.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;What is 2's favourite band/singer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maisarah Khairuddin. Hehahahhehe! My God, this is gonna be embarrassing but i dun't know! Sorry darls! But i know a favourite song of hers. It's a French song she taught me. It goes like erhm...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alloutte..&lt;u&gt;SHANKER&lt;/u&gt; Alloutte!!! AHAHHHAHHAHH! I dun't know how to pronounce the &lt;u&gt;SHANKER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;word so i just spelled it that way. Often my diction sounds like Tamil+Chinese+Malay when it comes to that word. HAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Would you ever date 4?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muah yes! She rocks! Din't you know? I can make her pussy go WEE WEE WEE WEE okay?!!!! Haha!!! Nahh, she deserves a really good guy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Would you ever date 7?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah Jessie. Again, the same thing. If i were a guy, i would. &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Is 15 single?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently, no idea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;What is 10's last name?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mohammad Salleh/ Kerr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Would you ever be in a serious relationship with 11?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nahh, we are better off as friends. Friendship, the older it grows, the stronger it is. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;What school does 3 goes to?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canberra Secondary &amp; soon, ITE Bendemeer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Where does 6 live?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jurong Garden. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;What's your favourite thing about 5?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His loyalty, honesty, sense of humour &amp;amp; reliability. A true friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have you ever seen 1 naked?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish. =x &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 people i'm tagging&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Whoever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Wants &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* To&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* It!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Alright, i'm off to mug now. Goodnight, darling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/22292209-114589429122025177?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114589429122025177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114589429122025177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114589429122025177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114589429122025177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-was-tagged-by-celine-reliability.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114572458614466188</id><published>2006-04-23T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T09:57:33.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/1600/platform%206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7593/2266/320/platform%206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Above is the advertisement for the local hip-hop event held today. It's called Platform 6. Last year, Aisha &amp; her friends went for Platform 5 so this year i got invited. I wasn't aware of this event only until my dear Aisha told me about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I went Citylink first before meeting my dear Aisha &amp;amp; Rashidah. Then, headed to Dbl O [ double oh ], the club where the event took place. We wasted about five hundred &amp; twenty-seven cents &amp;amp; minutes [ exagerrated ] on our way there. Aisha was fuming when her friend told her the wrong way there. Hilarious! We actually circulated the same road for about three times. Haha. A long road indeed. By the time we reached there, the event has commenced. Many of Aisha's friends were there too. They were a sporting bunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ It was obviously my first time entering a club. My comments would be; &lt;em&gt;a dark &amp; loud place whereby i can easily get lost in. &lt;/em&gt;Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ The place was really dark with only the blinding light/laser effects [ wuteva you call those lights. spotlights? ] guiding our way through. Fortunately, we got quite a good view of the performers. One by one, performers after performers rapped, sang, danced &amp;amp; competed to be the champion. Even Aisha's friends participated. Honestly, most of the locals were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AWESOME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why thank you, now i'm even more proud to admit that i'm a Singaporean. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Now, i'll speak of my conclusion. My favourite performer is the ultimate ' Freaky Z '!!!! Ahhh, hot. - faints - Okay, he wasn't in the competition but he was featured in between cause he's already recognised. Damn it, he's freaking HOT! Oh &amp; not forgetting, the ' Velvet Groove '. They were great too. As a matter of fact, i think all the performers &amp;amp; competitors did excellent! Oh well, for a hip-hop clueless audience like me, they sure were excellent. LoL! The performers were good-looking too. Huehue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Girls, Taufik Batisah &amp; Syed Azmir were there too! Wooohooo! Okay, you! The girl in front of the screen! Quit that dirty act! Stop meddling with your nipples! There's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;no point getting excited! Face the fact, you missed it!!!!! =pppppp Neni neni&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;poopoo!!! AHHAHH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, i WOS kidding. No offence girls but yeah, those two breath-takers were there. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ The audience were loud &amp;amp; were driven insane! Especially the group beside us. They were screaming &amp; dancing enthusiastically like there was no tomorrow. Ahhah! Jingles to those guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Overall, i enjoyed myself though i missed the results. =/ Right. I'll update you guys on the results some other day yah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Now, i'm off to eat my supper. Macdonald's delivery baybeh, Macdonald's. I ordered a &lt;u&gt;double fillet o' fish meal with the drink changed to Milo &amp;amp; an ala carte 6 piece chicken mcnuggets.&lt;/u&gt; All to be eaten by me alone. Huehue. So you all better not disturb me while i fuel myself. Geee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Who ever mentioned i hate you? You were full of yourself &amp; fantasizing our ' &lt;em&gt;relationship&lt;/em&gt; ' in years to come. Please, you're a man, so act like one &amp;amp; just accept whatever situation befalls you. Like i said, love can't be force &amp;amp; if it does, we end up lieing to one another. Then what's the point? Go think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114572458614466188?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114572458614466188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114572458614466188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114572458614466188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114572458614466188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/04/above-is-advertisement-for-local-hip.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114560851847046379</id><published>2006-04-21T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T01:35:19.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reasons why i decided to change my url&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ I'm sick of that term;; &lt;em&gt;sarahgoth. &lt;/em&gt;Especially when people call me by that name in public. Fact is, the name's Maisarah &amp; the theme's &lt;em&gt;sarahgoth&lt;/em&gt;. However, i dun't blame them. The other reason is, i wanna get rid of my past entries. Huehue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ Oh people, this may sound sick but have you ever experienced the feeling of having your undergarment stuck in between your assline? Hehe. Yes, it's very troublesome having to ' &lt;em&gt;dig&lt;/em&gt; '&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;it out secretly. However, do not fret humanoids! Two dumbfucks have come up with a new way to &lt;u&gt;free your assline from suffocation&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ It has been scientifically proven that it has worked &amp; has improved lives of many in just a limited number of hours. The creator, namely Fauzi &amp;amp; Maisarah have introduced this to Earth on the twenty-first of April 2006. An Asswipe Global Award must be awarded to them for the outstanding work of talent that they had brought about. Wanna know the way to free-your-assline? Come up to us in school &amp; we'll demonstrate to you for free-of-charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- slaps butt -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HEHEHEHE ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114560851847046379?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114560851847046379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114560851847046379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114560851847046379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114560851847046379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/04/reasons-why-i-decided-to-change-my-url.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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-22292209.post-114554033660292095</id><published>2006-04-20T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T01:40:50.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Smeared black ink... your palms are sweaty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i'm barely listening to last demands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath where i am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where i am?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll wear my badge... a vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That tells your new friends i am a visitor here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am not permanent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the only thing keeping me dry is where i am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You seem so out of context &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this gaudy apartment complex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A stranger with your door key explaining that i'm just visiting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D.C. sleeps alone tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You seem so out of context &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this gaudy apartment complex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A stranger with your door key explaining that i'm just visiting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i am finally seeing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why i was the one worth leaving.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22292209-114554033660292095?l=e-visage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/feeds/114554033660292095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22292209&amp;postID=114554033660292095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114554033660292095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22292209/posts/default/114554033660292095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-visage.blogspot.com/2006/04/smeared-black-ink.html' title=''/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611769038762835697</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>
