<?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-32605035</id><updated>2011-07-29T11:30:48.134+08:00</updated><category term='daily blabbering'/><title type='text'>tabby growing up</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32605035.post-6952959288637456621</id><published>2009-09-23T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:48:47.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had an interview earlier. It was great; I could possibly be employed by next week. Another company email me; probably want to set another interview. The same position though. Hopefully it will work out.  I 'm really not in the mood to celebrate though. To think it was a day I thought I have accomplish so much just to be overshadowed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made the mistake of giving her the wrong SIM card. Now, there is no way for anyone to contact me. One of the company tried to call me but I don't have a mobile phone line. She blames me for giving her the wrong SIM card. You know what, it was my fault. I trusted her to not be foolish enough to trust people so easily and had my line cut off continuously. It is my fault that I use her name to get a phone line. It was my fault that I expected too much for a responsible older sibling. I am tired, tired of having to be frustrated and hoping that one day every single bad memory of her will disappear. I cried for the first time in my life out of frustration. Frustration of hoping and expecting for someone to change. Honestly, I am done with hoping. It will never happen. Not now, not ever. From now on, whatever is thrown at me, I will just stand on my ground and take it as it is. After that, I will pick up the pieces of what damage done to me and move on. When someone slaps you across the face one too many time, it gets numb. That is how I feel right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; When I stop expecting, I stop getting hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then,&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/32605035-6952959288637456621?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6952959288637456621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=6952959288637456621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6952959288637456621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6952959288637456621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-had-interview-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-4322676077581615956</id><published>2009-09-12T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:35:47.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heylo... I know I know it has been ages since I last blog. I have ended school (Good riddance!) which makes me ponder for awhile. I mean the blog was created to reflect my daily struggle in school so now when school ends, what will ever happen to this blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This blog will eventually crease to exist upon receiving my diploma. Yes, it is sad to let go of something that you have spent years in perfecting. We have our ups and downs and fond memories along the way. Let's recap what happen since I first step in school till this very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Academics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly, I m not the brightest bulb in the socket but hey! I made it through didn't I? This just proves that no matter what your pace is, everyone will reach the finishing line. I remember looking around the lecture theatre and going totally awe. New friends were the only friends we had then. You'd cling onto them for your dear life. We get lost together, eat lunch together and waited for each other to come late for a class. Eventually, everyone starts forming clicks. The exam was hard but the supplementary papers were harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;New found friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maths were uber hard but if I hadn't flunk it, I wouldn't have found the most awesomest ( I m starting to pick up Chris's English habits) friends ever! It was the first maths lesson. I forgot my glasses for that day so I had to squint for most of the time. I met Tasha first, she was like next to me and we exchange empty conversation that was before she pounces on me and ask me for my number ahahaha! Not literally of course but it was very blunt! I haven't said anything about it... till now kehkehkeh. Sabrina was in the same class. She thought I was giving her the stink eye but in the matter of fact, I was trying to figure out if she was either Chinese or Malay. I met shahidah waayyy later. I wasn't too fond of her at first but shahidah has the type of personality that kinda grows on you. Hehe after etiquette lesson for 3 years with the girls, shahidah is now a cultured lady with good table manner... on most part. At least now she doesn't look like she is trying to kill a cake. It is drastic improvement really. So many friends come and go but you guys stick it out with me entirely. I m not much of a mushy person but I LOVE YOU GUYS! And you guys are my besties V_V...There I said it... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;We met like a year ago and you taught me so much. You are my best friend and you mean the world to me. We d talk about school and discuss bout the different subject we studied the day earlier. Its different now I guess, since I m no longer in school. I hope your feelings don't change cause mine won't. &lt;span style='font-family:Wingdings'&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I covered a whole lot of grounds today. But I will be back! This blog will fall to crease the day after graduation. Will I blog? Hmm... I m not sure really.We shall wait and see ;)&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/32605035-4322676077581615956?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/4322676077581615956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=4322676077581615956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/4322676077581615956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/4322676077581615956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2009/09/heylo.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-6514233037803824599</id><published>2009-08-12T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:00:01.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A day at school,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Zul, nanti nak gi blaja?&lt;br /&gt;(Zul, u wanna go study later?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zul: Erm tak kesah.&lt;br /&gt;(Sure no problem.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mat(Referring to Ahmad), kau nak gi blaja nari?&lt;br /&gt;(Mat, you wanna go study today?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad: Nari? Okay uh bole&lt;br /&gt;(Today? Sure no problem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 min later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad: Liyana, aku rasa nari aku tak jadi blaja uh. Aku cam nak demam.&lt;br /&gt;(Liyana, I don’t think I can make it today. I m coming down with a fever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: pfftt fine! Aku blaja dengan Zul aje&lt;br /&gt;‘’ ‘’ (I ll study with Zul then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zul: I don’t think I can make it today. Nak abiskan project. Dateline besok.&lt;br /&gt;‘’ ‘’ ‘’ ‘’ ‘’ ‘’ ‘’ '' '' '' ( I have to complete my project. Dateline is tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ah yelah korang dua-dua tak boleh means aku kena belajar sorang la nie?&lt;br /&gt;(Pfft… Since you both can’t make it today, I have to go study alone right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot. -___-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-6514233037803824599?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6514233037803824599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=6514233037803824599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6514233037803824599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6514233037803824599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-at-school-me-zul-nanti-nak-gi-blaja.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-94720986416007014</id><published>2009-08-11T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:05:20.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello. Sorry for going M.I.A for the most part. Anyways, the interview wasn't all that bad. But I still hate my Ccom teacher. Have you ever been in a situation where you unknowingly battered the teachers ego. I felt like I did that just because the interview went well and he went the extra mile to make me speechless. It was going well, I research on what I have to do, get dress right for the occasion and did all the necessary rehearsal before the interview. Since it was going uber great, he throws in a curve ball. Start talking to me like as if I was really interested in the mock interview job. Honestly, I find the job scope interesting but without any knowledge in arts, I d probably suck balls. So he cornered me and got me speechless and he had this smirk on his face. Only God know how much I feel like slapping him and giving him the finger before walking out of that room. It was so tempting, but I restrain myself. I was better than that. Heck, I was better than him. Apparently, I m not the only one that can't stand him. Plenty of those been in his firing range. So last week, we had a project assignment for Mobile Com, I ganged up with Azlina to get the job done. We had a bumpy start but it went fine along the way. Azlina had some serious panic issues. We had 1 minute left and she froze coz she made a tiny error&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Azlina: OMG!! I wrote the equation wrong it suppose to be MHz!! I wrote KHz... omg omg omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: stop panicking! Just change it to MHz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Azlina: I can't! Omg omg omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She literally froze staring at the paper. It was funny and tense moment back there. So on the Friday, I met up with Krun and Firdaus just for alittle get together. We went on a food expedition! So for that day, we decided to investigate this new eatery call "Vintage deli cafe". So I met sick Krun at Bugis while firdaus went to pray at Sultan Mosque, we waited for him outside when he was carrying a packet of food and said it was free. And yes, I gave him the wtf stare. So anyways, this restaurant is like very cosy. It has only been running for the past 3 months. The foods are mostly western and Italian. The service is superb and the people there are warm and friendly. Not the kind of service you would expect from vendors at Sultan Mosque area. So if you happen to be around there do drop by their little restaurant. The food price range is not that expensive but it can be quite a pinch if you are looking for an eatery that serve your typical everyday hawker food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Exam is like around the corner but I m like a huge procrastinator.. Pfftt.. insyaAllah I will start eventually. Pray hard for me babes! Till then, Tabby outz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blog soon!&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/32605035-94720986416007014?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/94720986416007014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=94720986416007014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/94720986416007014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/94720986416007014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-2136592047775224189</id><published>2009-08-02T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:56:27.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its Sunday and I m studying.. wohoo! Major improvement! Since it is the start of a wonderful week, i got $400 to spare for the next month. I honestly need to have a better finance system. Since the past couple of weeks, I've tried to live of $5 a day and it was working well got a few couple of dollars in saving till my old habit kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a beeaaauutiful Thursday afternoon. Went to the student admission building to collect my metric card. So when I left the place, I thought to myself " heeyy why don't I just hit the library since I have hours to spare" since it is a requirement for us to take our  temperature before heading into the library, I went to the temperature taking station nearest to the library....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Business school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there I was, walking and getting my temperature taken when I walk pass a pushcart. Plenty of people there and I thought what the heck, I was looking around for nice bargains when I saw a box of eyelashes. Since my interview is this Friday I thought it would be nice to have big bright looking eyes. I went to the girl and we talked. Before I realise what I have done, I have actually forked out $12 for 10 PAIRS OF LASHES! I walked to the library a little daze and when I came to my senses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I HAD 10 FAKE LASHES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All I needed was a pair and I ended up with 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So to make it worst, the next day, I was suppose to meet Tasha earlier for lunch but somehow she didn't wake up and decide to cancel on me pfftttt!!!  Since it was GPS Foxhunt Friday, I wasn't exactly dress for the occasion. So I was looking around for a tracksuit or something. Went to metro but nothing was much to my liking or appropriate for the beach. So I headed to John Little. Some of the stuff are available at metro at the same price. Talk about redundant, Tasha, tell your mom to ask her company to stock up on stuff other store don't have or at least make it cheaper than the other competitors. Anyways, as I was browsing through, had nothing in particular really, I saw some uber cute maxi dress sadly, the bust area are too small... pfft... so I went back to put the stuff on the shelves which I rarely do and came upon this uber cute empire cut dress and I was like hmmmm I should try this and guess what... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IT FITS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not to mention it was appropriate for a day at the beach.  Took the dress off and look at the price trying to brace myself from the pain that would surge in my all so empty pockets and it cost....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;$8.00!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was like what the freak!  8 dollars for a dress that fits me?!  I went out of the fitting room smiling  from ear to ear and of course I got another one of the dress in different colour and pattern. Hehehe...  It was dirt cheap! I ll post the picture of the dress soon. Chris been asking for me to take a picture in it and I was like "sure.."  I will post it but I m not sure when I m gonna wear it again. It's too cute to be worn too often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See Tasha, you could have gotten to see me in that uber cute dress if you weren't too lazy to wake up from bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And today, of course, I went to Jusco to get more clothes however, this is for the interview! Hehehe Jusco was having a sale so. Why not take this opportunity to get nice office attire for Friday. Got some good bargains on a button down blouse which actually cost RM59.90 for RM17.10. Hate to admit it but I am a sucker for sale stuff. Spend like RM 100 for an entire outfit for Friday. Modest Yana for interview lolz! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I still have like $50 more to spend on covered shoes and makeup. I think it is more than enough actually. Knowing me and my forte in rummaging bargain bin like a big ol racoon in a dumpster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well till then :D Blog soon!&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/32605035-2136592047775224189?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/2136592047775224189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=2136592047775224189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2136592047775224189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2136592047775224189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-sunday-and-i-m-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-2060300598351088427</id><published>2009-07-24T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:08:20.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am I angry and frustrated? Very much so. You see, I am an avid volunteer and I do it because I enjoy it very much. But for some people, becoming a volunteer is a mere attempt to get as much attention on oneself or simply just because there is a glimpse of finding a nice future husband. And honestly I regret to ever invite "HER" (You guys should know who I am talking about.) to be part of the volunteer organisation family. Regret it for the rest of my life. You see, no wonder how bad her character and her real personality is, my father will never see anything wrong with her. It's like she is flawless and misunderstood. Other than the contributing factor of having the teachers call home and having numerous number of people catching her in the act, she is free to do whatever she likes with nothing but a slap on the wrist. As for me, everything is just shoved down my throat. No question asked, do it or die. I get punish for something I didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly is that fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some may quote "Life is never fair". Sure life is never fair, that's why idiots are put in high ranking offices. Words can't really explain how disappointed I feel right now. I really don't see the point of stating the obvious. Let's see the evidence shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse" border="0"&gt;&lt;colgroup&gt;&lt;col style="WIDTH: 308px"&gt;&lt;col style="WIDTH: 308px"&gt;&lt;/colgroup&gt;&lt;tbody valign="top"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 0.5pt solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: black 0.5pt solid; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: black 0.5pt solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 0.5pt solid"&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;HER&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 0.5pt solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: black 0.5pt solid; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 0.5pt solid"&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;ME&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 0.5pt solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: black 0.5pt solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 0.5pt solid"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fucked up at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caught by numerous people yet still denies it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lie to hang out with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Screw siblings over just so that she have friends to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wasted hundred over dollars in tuition just to flunk &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 0.5pt solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 0.5pt solid"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working butt off at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sacrifice time to work for family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hardly go out with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay up late just to do assignment when coming home late everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never once said no to whatever my parents demands were.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know that I am not perfect. I struggle with school on a regular basis. I m not saying that I am a genius whenever it comes academically but what sets me apart from her is that I work hard to get where I am right now. Even if I don't make it, I know that I didn't go down without a fierce fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why am I suddenly bringing up about it? Let me tell you what happen just earlier. I came home, tired as usual. So I ask my dad (politely) if I can go for the Volunteer Induction on Sunday. And he raised his voice at me and said no. Reason being that I have to concentrate for my exam when I told him that I was going to get my study done on Saturday. So she can go gallivanting with her friends at KL and fuck up at school and I can't even go do something out of good will. I guess to him, I need to be whip to shape. Whereas she get to go around and paint the town red. I am honestly tired. I wish I have the guts to rebel. But I don't. Call me a coward for respecting my parents, I don't really care. I hope one day my dad will realise that I m not her. I m getting choked up just to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ll blog soon.&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/32605035-2060300598351088427?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/2060300598351088427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=2060300598351088427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2060300598351088427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2060300598351088427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-i-angry-and-frustrated-very-much-so.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-1653345004698677877</id><published>2009-07-21T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:06:29.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello there! I keep losing my hair band for some reason. It was on my hair earlier and poof! Its missing now. Dammit! So anyways, yesterday, went to granny’s place and cousin start talking bout this new rumor that have been speculating around about an old lady selling fish crackers and that she bring along a banshee with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read it  right, a banshee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are not so advance or powderful in your English, banshee means a dead woman who died a tragic death and her soul is out to scare the crap of random strangers cause she is bored with her everyday routine which is to float around aimlessly. So anyway’s this makcik(mature lady) sells fish crackers and if you refuse to buy it, she will send a banshee to your place. Firstly, why does she need to send a banshee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If her keropok is good, I m sure there are lazy ass malay family that will buy it in an instance, especially when there is fried rice around ( fuck! I m salivating). And to make it more suspiciously lame, the sms sender will ask you to have a broomstick and used rusty nail. I  m sure the banshee will fear getting hit over the head with a broomstick or threaten to poke her with a rusty nail causing her to fall over and die from gangrene in an instance. So make sure! Once u find a rusty nail, hang a picture on it!!! So it will no longer be unused. Don’t wanna scare the banshee with a rusty unused nail, just because she’s dead, doesn’t mean she is uneducated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So anyways, for me, I m not sure if the story is true of not. If it’s true, then you all are doomed for hell!! (I stay in johor, the banshee doesn’t have a passport hehehe..). I assume the makcik is a good marketing strategist, cause she makes profit whether you like it or not. Or maybe she is really a good lady trying to make an honest living but some envious lady decide to pour sand in her rice bowl and spread lies about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this apply to muffin sellers as well? (Tasha’s fav muffin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously people, don’t get over immensely hype out about it, how trustworthy are there sources? I m not saying that I don’t believe in the other realm which is beyond what our naked eyes can see but scaring yourself at wits end over news of the poor lady selling keropok. Maybe it’s a conspiracy plot so that you people will stop talking bout MJ death. I don’t know really, I m just speculating on that one. Maybe I should start making rumors and hopefully one day my cookies will be hot in demand too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shines torchlight under chin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heard, there was an attractive 20 year old who sell cookies in Johor, she came across the makcik selling keropok and they went on an all out war. It was crazy, everything was in slow motion, the banshee tries to strangle her, but she was quick enough to shove a cookie in her(banshee) mouth, rendering the banshee into a state of daze and blown up from the delicious-ness of the girl’s cookie. The old lady sprint of her dear life  and swore to attack Singapore with her clone banshee that she have deep fried at home. In order to get rid of the evil banshee, the girl's cookie is your only salvation. She is The One. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realistic enough? Ahahah maybe that will boost my cookie sale. So anyways, enough typing for now. Oh before I leave, I have to address something that I find really annoying. The school should employ me as a customer service at their engine hall 1 cause apparently out of so many people here, they tend to enquire stuff from me, do I have a “Information Desk” note stuck at the back of my head or something? And apparently out of so many computer here, they prefer to ask to use mine whenever they can’t log on. My problem is it? If you can’t long on means you are stupid and u should quit poly. Enough of the angry post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog soon ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-1653345004698677877?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/1653345004698677877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=1653345004698677877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/1653345004698677877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/1653345004698677877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-there-i-keep-losing-my-hair-band.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-2898139720064035066</id><published>2009-07-15T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:37:41.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hallo peeps. Another boring day of lectures and labs and stuffing my brain with extra unnecessary information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pffttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, let me tell you a story. It happened to me in a bus a few days ago on the way to the office. I was minding my own business and was sitting at the lower deck of a double deck bus. It was a very lazy Monday afternoon and I had just completed an uber long day of school. So I was sitting on the bus at the seats where u can see the person sitting opposite you. Still can't figure out what I m saying, ugh fine! I ll draw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/Sl2wYzIkvGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Y-AZgjZF9_Q/s1600-h/drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358633071730277474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/Sl2wYzIkvGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Y-AZgjZF9_Q/s320/drawing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok so we get that out of the way, I was minding my own business while watching reruns of Just for Gags at TvMobile when these two old ladies started talking. Since they were taking in their native tongue, I ignore them and carried on laughing lamely on the various pranks pulled on innocent Caucasians. When suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;POW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My nostril was greeted by this overwhelming smell of rottenness. I was like "what the freak!". I was looking around in an attempt to sniff out a dead rat or cockroach but sadly there wasn't any. It was bugging the hell out of me. Why is the smell so strong? So I wonder for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sniff myself just to be sure. But nope, it wasn't me. I was like ¼ through my journey still long long long way to go. So after failing to find the source of pollution, I tried to ignore it. Taking holding my breath whenever the smell lingers. Only then after like 3/5 of the journey I turned my head and then I notice! The smell came from the lady who was sitting next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;KNNBCCB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted to move seats but since the journey was coming to an end, I decided to stick and bear with it. Seriously, would it kill those people to brush their teeth? Eat a mint or something! The bus is a PUBLIC, I repeat, PUBLIC transport. Have we not learn from what happen when there are excessive pollution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;ICE CAP MELTS GODDAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toxic breath can render people unconscious! Not to mention leaving a scarred memory of the bus ride taken on 13/07/2009. How I wish I can Clorox my nose clean from the evil stench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;*sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shall blog soon!&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/32605035-2898139720064035066?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/2898139720064035066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=2898139720064035066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2898139720064035066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2898139720064035066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-current-tea-craze.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/Sl2wYzIkvGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Y-AZgjZF9_Q/s72-c/drawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32605035.post-926626943163838835</id><published>2009-07-07T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:55:09.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why but the song and this picture of him just make me go sigh-ing in content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GetAttachment.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't care that he has been sunburned badly or that this picture make his forehead look huge (he said it so himself) hehehehe....But looking at em just make me go all happy... I shall now stare at this picture and smile to myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Blog soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-926626943163838835?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/926626943163838835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=926626943163838835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/926626943163838835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/926626943163838835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-know-why-but-song-and-this.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-3306459821056370111</id><published>2009-06-27T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:15:29.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellu lovelies! hawau you? Life been typical as always. So anywhooo, my attempt to a clean slate this semester backfired like badly.. Well not badly almost there... Just need to put in more focus... ok maybe not focus... I can study like for hours and still fail and I have realised why. It’s simple really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look and learn but I don't understand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna study engineering anymore like seriously! I wanna get out of school a.s.a.p!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, nuthing mucho.. Stuck alone at home attempting to study. The keyword here is "attempting!” Bro out to camp, parents out to bag fruits from my late grandmother hometown. It is the durian season! Why pay when u can get em for free... kehkehkeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I only mention my family with excluding the black sheep. I shall call it "sheep". Ever since sheep has been besties with an ogre and a gargoyle, sheep has been as expected testing mi padre (parents) patience. U know, for an aged sheep, acting like a lamb gives her the kicks. But who cares right? I believe in karma or JT song “what goes around comes around...". When animals are liberated from cages or left to graze pasture on their own, they tend to forage into forbidden places or crocodile infested rivers. Well if that happens, let’s just tape it and watch it on Animal Planet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people I hate that sheep. Not just hate mind you. Loath is the right word. When someone or something tries their very best to hurt their parents due to lack of maturity or conscious, who by the way raise them since young, give em shelter, food and a good education, are the kind that i will keep far far away from and hate immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just shows how selfish and ungrateful they really are. Yes, God created people with flaws, parents may make mistakes here and there but that give no child the right to breech the trust or even worst takes advantage of them. I always remind my cousin and brother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No matter how much your grandmother or parents may be unreasonable, that DOES NOT give you the rights to be rude or disrespect them in anyway"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is weird how my siblings are brought up the same way, yet result varies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so much of aunty naggy! I shall continue on my quest to study! toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-3306459821056370111?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/3306459821056370111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=3306459821056370111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3306459821056370111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3306459821056370111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2009/06/hellu-lovalies-hawau-you-life-been.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-8356563443225706716</id><published>2009-06-12T23:07:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:43:03.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heeey! I just got back from holiday and it was uber fun. I fell in love with squids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i said squids. So anyways lemmie start from the beginning. It was the week of the exam... Lucky for me, this time I manage to sit in the correct seat and enter the right classroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beam proudly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the shitty exam and long study hours. On the Friday, we (my fam and I)set of in a 10 hour journey to Kuala Terengganu... it takes 10 hours coz we drove at 80 or max 90km/hr... it was an excructing journey like seriously... the reason my dad drove so slow coz we went with another family, my moms secondary school bestie's family. The pakcik drove like a tour bus driver.. pfftt we left johor at 11.45 and got there at 10ish if I m not wrong.. pretty long journey. And of course being the designated driver, my dad was pooped so me and my mom went to register in the hotel. The hotel we stayed in was called Ri-yaz Heritage Resort and Spa. It was said to be a 5 star hotel but the shitty service made it seem like a 3 star hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346478330344560930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SjKBtu-C2SI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Htmt6aMqbgQ/s320/P1080846.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(told ya he was tired)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So while my mom register us in, I manage to snap a few pictures of the marina. Its pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346512598973681218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SjKg4bj6DkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oSrO8TemDpU/s320/P1080841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346512600291707106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SjKg4geJiOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/i0iada1JeEk/s320/P1080842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty right! To bad the scenery was overpowered by the shitty service. Anywhoo.. after that long journey, we had to attend a wedding. A cousin of mine that I have never spoken to my entire life just got married and I was forced to go. So in the spirit of love for the family, I took a picture of the joyous occasion. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346481941903810946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SjKE_9E3oYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/25wlIOhtRNM/s320/P1080850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(there! happy?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok. So I just took 1 picture of the Dais. Big deal, it wasn't like the bride and groom came up to us and said HI or anything.. I don't even know most of my uncle's and aunt's. So anyways after that we went to our hotel and get some good rest ( i m omitting the part where my mom made a scene at the recieption desk here) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At night we went to our fav seafood restraunt and they have the most sedap-est deep fried calamari dipped in batter. Too bad I didn't bring my camera to see the damage done. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So the next day, we all were getting ready for the fishing trip... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346487896631977474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SjKKakKspgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sKwVQ4MvbW4/s320/P1080851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346487903649117394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SjKKa-TttNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/izLlUG3gxKQ/s320/P1080852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ugh! I look pudgy... Anyways we took a memorial picture to remember.. and tadaaah! i had to look pudgy in the picture.. pffttt! We waited quite awhile for the boat. Biasa la janji melayu. They promise to arrive after Asar prayers and we had to wait like 15 min for them. But it was worth the wait of course. When the boat came, I rush to the front of the boat and sat there! It was a good 30 mins ride. With my trusty camera, i start snapping ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346493885154902370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SjKP3JJ0wWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PLcpb9am2Yg/s320/P1080857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Please don't ask me why my mom is posing with a peace sign)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346497040543224610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SjKSuz5BkyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/b426ptqerwU/s320/P1080860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I manage to get a snap shot of me! looking shitty &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346497037205257746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SjKSundMPhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WJYn4MJGGJc/s320/P1080859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh did I mention I got my henna done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346497051787372242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SjKSvdx1ptI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NFPeMw9_-gM/s320/P1080862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The colour is very pale... well that is what u get for getting stuff at a store when u can pound it and pluck the leaves on ur own!... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we manage to get a few squids.... My luck was pretty suck in the day... but got better as we about to head back at night. I caught the biggest one of em all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346504635510592258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SjKZo5WWkwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4Ht6K1Qj_4E/s320/P1080869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I caught most of em! I kid you not! Once you get em hooked, it becomes like a thrill... I didn't wanna go back! But we had to coz most of em got sleepy... ouuh! and I caught like a puffer fish.. and another small fish. By them most of em have already passed out on the boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346506998068304178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SjKbyakAWTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rH7ROrSys7I/s320/P1080876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did nothing much the next day. Just rest around and stuff.. The last day, before heading home, we head out to the Crystal Mosque. It was pretty! very very pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346507569719158546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SjKcTsIMJxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/C2gUhXumfsE/s320/P1080879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346507571214311506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SjKcTxsqYFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/L4rU31T5Aho/s320/P1080883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346507581537891074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SjKcUYJ_swI/AAAAAAAAAJs/lqVZBvNzlx4/s320/P1080884.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Finally done with the posting... now I wanna get some nap! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blog soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-8356563443225706716?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8356563443225706716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=8356563443225706716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8356563443225706716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8356563443225706716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2009/06/heeey-i-just-got-back-from-holiday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SjKBtu-C2SI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Htmt6aMqbgQ/s72-c/P1080846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32605035.post-6189221966163391933</id><published>2009-05-27T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T19:30:10.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120;color:#660000;"&gt;I'm BACCCKKK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How are you mah loveliess?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have so much to update on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; like... just today... I GOT MY HAIR CUT!!! Shocking right!! right? right? right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anywhooo... Let me update whats been goin on with me! hehe its all about me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Numero uno!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Failed my Final Theory cause I never studied... heh heh heh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Numero dos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Made new friends, but sadly it didn't last... pfftttt....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Numero Tres!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pass 3 out of 4 quizzez! which means i m doin good! wohoo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I miss mah frenz! Its been ages since i see them all! Harus diwajipkan go on an adventure! Lepaking at Amira's...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For this month, I need to get:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MP3 (don't die of boredom in public transport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dorothy Perkin(hmm unless its uber cheap after discount from Tasha.. wohoo!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Skinny Jeans from Penin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hopefully I get to get all of em... hmmm hopefully!!!! hope very hard! hehehe... if not i just have to bring foward a few of the stuff... I hafta think what I wanna bring foward... ugh..! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Blog soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-6189221966163391933?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6189221966163391933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=6189221966163391933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6189221966163391933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6189221966163391933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-baccckkk-how-are-you-mah-loveliess-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-9189443143337286714</id><published>2009-03-16T14:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:30:46.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should blog more often. But I m just so darn lazy.THUS! I shall be on a hiatus for... ermm... I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I d blog eventually. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-9189443143337286714?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/9189443143337286714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=9189443143337286714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/9189443143337286714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/9189443143337286714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-should-blog-more-often.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-5137937952573099890</id><published>2009-02-24T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:23:03.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yesterday, there was like a huge traffic congestion at the causeway bridge and one of the expressway. Since I was already late from the heavy traffic at the causeway, I took a cab to school. To think that I had to detour coz there was only 1 passable lane at the expressway since the accident took up 2 lanes. And to add to that, the cab fare was like $31.30! Which of course included the 35% surcharge. Fuck! That is like the most expensive cab ride in my whole entire life. Pffttt… oh yeaahh… booboo got a blog! Hehehe I just had to write that in for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, had been told by my supervisor that I have to extend my mp term for like another week due to uncompleted projects and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it ever end? Will it? Grrr… but to think about it, I don’t think I can handle next semester. I mean, its like my final semester. The last few days of my poly life before I decide what to do. Enjoy it while I still can right? I m still not ready for the workforce. But eventually I have to learn to grow up and accept responsibilities like a responsible adult. Pfffttt… arcade anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-5137937952573099890?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/5137937952573099890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=5137937952573099890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/5137937952573099890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/5137937952573099890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-yesterday-there-was-like-huge.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-7121141320528628490</id><published>2009-02-19T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:27:47.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>001. Real name - Nur Liyana Bte Zaaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s)- Adek,yana,tabby, Liy, Lily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;003. Star sign - Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;004. Male or female -female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;005. Kindergarten - Al-Mukminin&lt;br /&gt;006. Primary School - Dazhong/Admiralty&lt;br /&gt;007. Secondary School - Woodlands Sec&lt;br /&gt;008. Hair color - black&lt;br /&gt;009. Long or short - medium&lt;br /&gt;010. Loud or Quiet - amplified loud!&lt;br /&gt;011. Sweets or Chocolates - Chocolate! dark ones!&lt;br /&gt;012. Phone or Camera - Camera phone!&lt;br /&gt;013. Health freak - Health freak are never fat okay!&lt;br /&gt;014. Drink or Smoke? - Neither&lt;br /&gt;015. Do you have a crush on someone? - mmmm nop.. but i  m thinking of someone :D&lt;br /&gt;016. Eat or Drink - I m a heavy drinker!&lt;br /&gt;017. Piercings - yes... used to..&lt;br /&gt;018. Tattoos - nada...&lt;br /&gt;019. Been in an airplane - Yep&lt;br /&gt;020. Been in a relationship - Yep&lt;br /&gt;021. Been in a car accident - Ya. but all lame la... no blood loss or hospitalise case yet..&lt;br /&gt;022. Been in a fist fight -Nop... but i have been in a bite fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing - age 10&lt;br /&gt;024. First best friend - MMmm kindergarten.. his name is zulhelmi and his ears are like dumbo's.&lt;br /&gt;025. First award - Ratu kebaya 2001-2007 ppffttt....&lt;br /&gt;026. First crush - yeah.. i was 4 and it was my relative... eewww incest!&lt;br /&gt;028. First vacation - Kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;029. Last person you talked to - My mader!&lt;br /&gt;030. Last person you texted - mmm kak min!&lt;br /&gt;031. Last person(s) you watched a movie with - retard&lt;br /&gt;032. Last food you ate - Nasi goreng with fried eggs&lt;br /&gt;033. Last movie you watched - Zack and Miri making a porno... funny la sia&lt;br /&gt;034. Last song you listened to - My life would suck without you by Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;035. Last thing you bought - mmm yest lunch&lt;br /&gt;036. Last person you hugged - My kitty kat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;037. Food - Butter Fried rice with fried egg and sweet soy sauce! heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;038. Drinks -Ice Kopi... shaken not stirred&lt;br /&gt;039. Clothing -short and tankies!&lt;br /&gt;040. Books - Daniel isn't talking&lt;br /&gt;041. Music - anything other then metal and techno&lt;br /&gt;042. Flower - Sunflower&lt;br /&gt;043. Colors - Yellow&lt;br /&gt;044. Movies - Comedies/chickflick&lt;br /&gt;045. Positions - fetus&lt;br /&gt;046. Subjects -Current affairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;047. [ ] Kissed in the snow&lt;br /&gt;048. [ ] celebrated Halloween&lt;br /&gt;049. [x ] had your heart broken and amended&lt;br /&gt;050. [x ] went over the minutes on your cell phone&lt;br /&gt;051. [ ] someone questioned your sexual orientation&lt;br /&gt;052. [ ] came out of the closet&lt;br /&gt;053. [ ] gotten pregnant&lt;br /&gt;054. [x ] had an abortion(i abort my faeces! abort! abort!)&lt;br /&gt;055. [x] done something you've regretted&lt;br /&gt;056. [x] broke a promise&lt;br /&gt;057. [x] hid a lot of secrets&lt;br /&gt;058. [x] pretended to be happy&lt;br /&gt;059. [x] met someone who changed your life&lt;br /&gt;060. [x] pretended to be sick&lt;br /&gt;061. [x] left the country&lt;br /&gt;062. [x] tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it&lt;br /&gt;063. [x] went to the beach with your best friend(s)&lt;br /&gt;064. [ ] ran a mile&lt;br /&gt;065. [x] stayed virgin for the whole year(always okay! not just for a year!)&lt;br /&gt;066. [x] stayed single the whole year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;067. typing...yes&lt;br /&gt;068. Drinking - nope&lt;br /&gt;069. I'm about to - answer this question&lt;br /&gt;070. Listening to - Taylor Swift - Love story (Lomeo! save me lei!)&lt;br /&gt;071. Plans for today -Trying to model a midieval knight...&lt;br /&gt;072. Waiting for - Someone to online!&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;073. Want kids? - duh~!&lt;br /&gt;074. Want to get married? - i can't make babies without getting married first! want want legitimate kids!&lt;br /&gt;075. Careers in mind -Anything to do with Business and not forced upon by my unreasonable parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH GIRL/BOY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;076. Lips or eyes -Eyes&lt;br /&gt;077. Shorter or taller? -taller&lt;br /&gt;078. Romantic or spontaneous -Spontaneously Romantic!&lt;br /&gt;079. Nice stomach or nice arms - mmm not picky!&lt;br /&gt;080. Sensitive or loud -Sensatively Loud... wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;081. Hook-up or relationship - Relationship of course&lt;br /&gt;082. Trouble-maker or hesitant - Hesistantly Trouble-maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;083. Lost glasses/contacts -Always!&lt;br /&gt;084. Ran away from home - nop...not financially stable to support myself... besides, home got free cooked food!&lt;br /&gt;085. Hold a gun/knife for self defense - nop.. i m a baton kinda person... whack till blue black!&lt;br /&gt;086. Killed somebody - nop... my life dream... pffttt&lt;br /&gt;087. Broken someone's heart -yep... not proud of it&lt;br /&gt;088. Been arrested -Nop... plenty of warning letter though&lt;br /&gt;089. Cried when someone died - Yes obviously... girls cry all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;090. Yourself - Yes, i believe in Iself&lt;br /&gt;091. Miracles -Yes&lt;br /&gt;092. Love at first sight -Maybe... i prefer love from character/personality!&lt;br /&gt;093. Heaven -Yes&lt;br /&gt;094. Santa Claus - Nop... I believe in Sandy Claws&lt;br /&gt;95. Sex on the first date - noooo!&lt;br /&gt;096. Kiss on the first date -maybe... does that make me a slut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with right now? - Yeah... darn Pasific Ocean!&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? - I m contented... no financial woes and happy to find someone to spend my time with&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God - Yes&lt;br /&gt;100. This is the 100th and last. - Technically its 99 question! there is 1 question missing! where is 027?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-7121141320528628490?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/7121141320528628490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=7121141320528628490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/7121141320528628490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/7121141320528628490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2009/02/001.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-8206553102442074283</id><published>2009-02-17T10:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:54:06.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello peeps! UPDATE! So last weekend, I went and met up with my mentee at Muhammadiyah Welfare Home. He looked sleepy and we d play UNO and stuff.. I heart my uno card! There’s Doraemon character on it! Hehehe lame… I know…. Anyways, after that boring session with mentee, met up with Fyra before joining the rest for our volunteer gathering. Apparently, I m not the only camwhore around. They were too!! Shocking! 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Like seriously! I kept losing stuff in my own bag I would take 10 min going through every pockets and stuff and will not find it. Like just now, when I was like looking for my thumbdrive. I swear to god, I look for it in every single pockets in the bag, in my pencil box, and even my makeup bag. NADA! And now poof! It appears in one of the pocket. This is not the first time. And I m freaking out! Ok no. I m not freaking out. But I m pretty scared though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the song?! I m like totally addicted to it! I wish I had a promise ring.. pffttt…(hint..hint).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“If ya break ya promise we breakin up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got a couple things that I want &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walks in the park and sweet things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I rock your promise ring”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new earworm! Blog soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-8206553102442074283?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8206553102442074283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=8206553102442074283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8206553102442074283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8206553102442074283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-peeps-update-so-last-weekend-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SZoiM-Gv-3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/os4OMkrWL4Q/s72-c/n1058645980_315374_7437.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32605035.post-2237276814402587300</id><published>2009-02-06T09:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:04:02.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SYuYPj2ygUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4IjzROudEE0/s1600-h/P31-01-09_17.18.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SYuVNPVd9qI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bAiYrORM-Jk/s1600-h/DSC01806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299493441218934434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SYuVNPVd9qI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bAiYrORM-Jk/s320/DSC01806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SYuVMxhtqlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UAFclf2P_nc/s1600-h/DSC01805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299493433217231442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SYuVMxhtqlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UAFclf2P_nc/s320/DSC01805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SYuVMltPmoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-RsrrwLMVjk/s1600-h/DSC01804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299493430044367490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SYuVMltPmoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-RsrrwLMVjk/s320/DSC01804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SYuVMtb4bzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MkFFlLYLIuo/s1600-h/DSC01803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299493432119029554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SYuVMtb4bzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MkFFlLYLIuo/s320/DSC01803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wootz! Hello! Counting down to the last few days left of SIP. Hehehe I, Nur Liyana, have made a mind blasting breakthrough which will leave all of you speechless…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I convince my parents as to not send me over to study at KL to get a degree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was simple really. All I had to do was to convince them that by the time I graduate from Malaysia’s university, I would be 24! When…. if I were to pursue it here, I would graduate by 22 the most. And I can pursue further studies! But the downside to this whole situation is that, I have to work while taking a part-time course. Well if u bargain with the devil, u have to sell your soul in return. Same goes for this, if I wanna get a degree in 1 year with govt subsidising it, I hafto sacrifice my youth and work! Hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough of studies, let me just do a quick update of the past few days that I went on a hiatus. I had my birthday… turned 20 on the 1st. wasn’t much of a partying mood coz.. being 20 means u have a 2 in front not a 1.. Which means, more responsibility, more truck load of challenges and more heart breaks. Let’s just say 19 left a sad chapter in my life. So I guess from now on. I have to make nice with my other living granny and try not to get pissed easily coz she tends to say all the wrong things at the wrong time. That’s the beauty of life, grannies grow old… hurt you unintendedly but eventually the last few moments with them are precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay that’s enough of drama for me… skipping on to stuff I did over the weekend. Mmmm went to the final 4PM volunteer training. And it was super fun… Made new friends maybe a future bestie.. you might never know! Hehe.. so after the training, went to Changi beach and joined my sis and her friends, Zura , Fiza and Faiz for some fun under the sun. I didn’t do much of sun fun… just some hut sleeping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299496775255493186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SYuYPTluikI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GuYhOzppYZ4/s320/P31-01-09_17.17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299496784969656530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SYuYP3xw6NI/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFdbuPKn59k/s320/P310109_17.02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299494547286614450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SYuWNnwjYbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/B6xKBINAkpc/s320/DSC01815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ride bikes and finally went to Bussorah St for drinks and sheesha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299494547766664418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SYuWNpjAXOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-ZTtoKkPm-k/s320/DSC01816.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Faiz was one heck of a cook! he should be one of those iron chef. He invent killer recipes and it taste so good. I should learn from him. Anyways back to the sheesha, we went to this particular restaurant… called amirah’s grill. Lasting impression… I just wanna stay there.. when we were walking around at Haji Lane for some sheesha, most of the place are jammed pack. And the air-con weren’t working. So we walked around till we stumble upon amirah’s grill. For just $5 an hour, we can get a private room with a huge tv and dvd player. With air-con and fan! We fit 7 people in 1 room. The sheesha cost $15 while the drinks, as always, are pretty expensive. But! It was worth the money spent coz the drinks are worthwhile. I had the fresh fruit punch and it was really really good. If u go there, u have to try that out. So after like 2 hours later, the bill coz up to $48.. they waiver the room due to some technical reason. Even if they didn’t waiver it… $58 for 7 people?! That is like less than $10 per person. They have 2 branch one is on Pahang street. I m sooo dragging all my friends there coz.. u can have a huge function room (max 15) for $5! All the room cost $5.. except for weekdays coz its…FREE!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all for now! i ll blog bout the 4PM outing with the mentors soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-2237276814402587300?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/2237276814402587300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=2237276814402587300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2237276814402587300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2237276814402587300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2009/02/wootz-hello-counting-down-to-last-few.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SYuVNPVd9qI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bAiYrORM-Jk/s72-c/DSC01806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32605035.post-8452886953359783248</id><published>2009-01-25T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:01:20.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lets talk bout books! I should have book reviews once in awhile doncha think? Ok for today, the book I wanna recommend is Daniel isn’t talking by Marti Leimbach .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295107342607035826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SXwAEsunrbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PrcqAdxLMhw/s320/Daniel_isn%27t_talking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the story is about a woman trying to accept the fact that her son is Autistic. Her marriage begins to deteriorate after they, Melanie and husband, Stephen, went to the doctor and their son, Daniel, was diagnose with Autism. The husband runs back to his old girlfriend leaving Melanie struggling to help their son. I shall not elaborate more coz I need to read the book till the end. If they make this story into a movie, I m sure the actors and actress deserve an award ( only if the performace is up to the standard of the book). I shall now continue reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-8452886953359783248?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8452886953359783248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=8452886953359783248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8452886953359783248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8452886953359783248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-talk-bout-books-i-should-have-book.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SXwAEsunrbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PrcqAdxLMhw/s72-c/Daniel_isn%27t_talking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32605035.post-6664127898195278249</id><published>2009-01-23T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:33:32.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all... happy 23rd January! I m just being random....soooo lemmie update stuff that happened for this entire week. So everyone must be wondering why the fuck did I change my url again. Well it’s the same reason like the last time.. parental intruder! Apparently after my mom secretly read my blog and me sniffing it out, she thinks I m an emo kid! With issues!&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I m not emo.  I do agree with the issues part cause I do have issues.  I SUFFER FROM MCS! If anyone was wondering what MCS is, it is the acronym for Middle Child Syndrome. According to some quack whose website I visited, Lets shed some light on MCS &lt;br /&gt;“Characteristics of a middle child: Mediator, fewest pictures in the family photo album, avoids conflict, independent, extreme loyalty to the peer group, many friends.&lt;br /&gt;The middle born child may develop great social skills and have an easier time growing up with an other-centered point of view. The middle child knows what he or she is doing and tends to become very intelligent in their efforts to gain attention from siblings. Middle born children are usually quite talented, and their quest for perfection against their siblings can lead them to discover new and unlooked-for qualities, musically, academically, and theoretically. It has been suggested that middleborn children are more likely to be entrepreneurs. Karen E. Klein, a Los Angeles-based writer, suggested that a middleborn's innate skills in diplomacy plus their flexibility in ideas make them more susceptible to entrepreneurship.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree with some of the parts but agree with the rest. See! I don’t make the farking rule, I just follow em. Anways I decide to change my blog URL till someone rat me out again(i.e FORGETTING TO DELETE HISTORY ON MY MOM’S LAPPY AFTER USING!)&lt;br /&gt;I m done with a few of my models and I m happy to say that I hope that I ll manage to end it off soon. Ahmad likes bringing his friend into lab and earlier, it was like a farking LAN gaming area. They even turn down the light for a LAN gaming ambience. Anyways I feel awkward being around Ahmad’s friend sometimes. I m not saying that they are mean. They are pretty nice and friendly. However, guys will be guys. They seemed oblivious to the fact that there is a girl in the room. They were talking bout girls that gave em a head and how wonderful the girl was when they were getting laid. I was practically squirming, if I had a choice, I d run out of the lab screaming and sit in the corner of the lab hugging my leg and sing a song loudly to drown their voice while rocking back and forth. Hehehe... yeah it was that awkward. I would never understand what goes in the mind of Ahmad’s friends.. like earlier, I tried to have a conversation with his friend Hafiz who was watching 13 Days of Nights on Ahmad’s computer... he showed me a gore scene which I find pretty gory but like whoa kind! Anyways here was how the conversation goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : eh kau dah tengok citer Eden Lake? Aku tengok kat tv dalam bus and its like gore rabak giler&lt;br /&gt;      (Have u catch the movie Eden Lake? I saw in on the bus advert and it seemed really gory)&lt;br /&gt; Hafiz : mmm tak . Belom lagi.&lt;br /&gt;           (mmmm nope, not yet )&lt;br /&gt;Me : ouuh.. but kalau kau suker tengok citer We are England, aku rase kau suker citer nie its about this 1 couple...&lt;br /&gt;     (ouuh but if u like the movie We are England, I think you d like this one. Its about this one couple....)&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz : Diorang tengah main?&lt;br /&gt;          (they were fucking? )&lt;br /&gt;Me : Nooo...&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz : Diorang tengah bogel?&lt;br /&gt;           (They were naked?)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Nooo... it’s about this group of kids trying to kill them coz these two people killed the kids dog accidentally. Plenty of gore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to squeeze that in before he could ask anything else... I guess they appreciate movies like zombie stripper. Show boobs and get guys flocking into the cinema to catch the movie even if the storyline does not make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m not saying they are bad, I just don't get them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-6664127898195278249?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6664127898195278249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=6664127898195278249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6664127898195278249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6664127898195278249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-all.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-6914817260951736793</id><published>2009-01-18T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:48:42.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SXNA_6Gt92I/AAAAAAAAAEA/krFjQI3bf88/s1600-h/Picture+0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292645453763835746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SXNA_6Gt92I/AAAAAAAAAEA/krFjQI3bf88/s320/Picture+0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SXNA_tr6dBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wX3SrbWjZ-g/s1600-h/Picture+0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292645450430182418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SXNA_tr6dBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wX3SrbWjZ-g/s320/Picture+0062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SXNA_Q3qDeI/AAAAAAAAADw/2leYeiaQOOg/s1600-h/Picture+0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292645442694811106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SXNA_Q3qDeI/AAAAAAAAADw/2leYeiaQOOg/s320/Picture+0061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SXNA_QYtHNI/AAAAAAAAADo/sXr8qlj6FnQ/s1600-h/Picture+0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292645442564988114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SXNA_QYtHNI/AAAAAAAAADo/sXr8qlj6FnQ/s320/Picture+0060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           RaNdOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello peeps...! so I m gonna make a quick update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so projects are never ending, thank god its ending soon. I rather hit the books that stare at the school computer and worry bout datelines... pfftt. So I still have plenty of projects due and yet time is limited. In a few more weeks, my friends are graduating... means I lunch alone in school. Like yeah, sucks big time. I ll just have to survive it. Maybe drag Ahmad to lunch with me. That be fun. Ahakz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I manage to execute one of my resolution this year. I went to the gym on Friday. Apparently, everyone things its funny.... pfftt... what’s so funny bout an obese girl wanting to lose some extra pounds. At least I m doing something!!!! Chee bai.... so basically after 4 years of no exercise, jogging was like fucking hard. You see, I wasn’t much of a runner back in the good ol secondary school so to run 1 round around the stadium, its like a hugeeee achievement for me. I ll try two the next time... after running for like 10 mins or so, we went to the gym which cost like $2.50 which is okay since most of the equipments are like rusty. When I say we, I meant Yasmin and me. So the place was okay. Only wished that the aircon was like waay colder than it was. It was like 50% warm and 50% cool. So its kinda sucky. And when we got there.. there were men!! Tens of em. And they are like huge!!! Big and muscular ( I’ m not oogling mind you, I meant it in a way like whoaaaa) they carry those huge dumbbells like 50kg a piece... well that is what I think they weigh.. so we did our exercise and went off after that... maybe it was our first time... so we need to work out on our routine. We were like walking around looking at machines. Those huge men probably think we were like some blonde bimbo trying to step cute well they are wrong coz firstly, u hafta be cute to step cute and 2ndly it would be a waste of precious time if we were to go there to look at big bulgy man and sit at starbucks and drink coffee.. pfftt.. some of the machine were like literally rusty! The seats are like fucking hard to move coz the wheel are like rusty! I ve seen some common machine. A few of my favourites back when I use to hit the gym and some new ones too. Good stuff I tell you. So anyone wanna join our little exercise group? Feel free to contact me or yasmin for more info. Hehehe... enuff said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEART BOOBOO!&lt;br /&gt;Don’t bother asking who this mistery booboo is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-6914817260951736793?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6914817260951736793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=6914817260951736793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6914817260951736793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6914817260951736793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-hello-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SXNA_6Gt92I/AAAAAAAAAEA/krFjQI3bf88/s72-c/Picture+0063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32605035.post-6924167528155341685</id><published>2009-01-06T16:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:33:48.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My resolution for 2009 is to complete my last few years resolution which has been snowballing. Like, losing weight and yada yada yada…. I have to look through the piles of unresolved resolution and pick a few to complete at a time. Baby steps people! Anyways, so much is happening 2009 like me graduating…what do I feel? Well nothing really. Maybe because my parents have already pre-planned my life and I have no say on it. Sucky? Yes, very much. And I m turning a ripe old age of 20 this year. *sigh* oldness creeps up on you doesn’t it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucks as usual. Never ending 3D modelling project. Kinda frustrating. Got fucked by my supervisor earlier for not updating and wasting my time yesterday coz I didn’t do much yesterday. FUCK!  I spend more time and completed more modelling than Ahmad okay! And Ahmad barely send even 1 completed project and all she said was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay. As long as u send her one project, she would at least know that you did something in the lab.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me get this straight, I send over 1 completed project and gonna send over another one tomorrow but get fucked up with. While Ahmad have yet to complete even 1 model and he gets the nice treatment. Is it because I penis impaired? Or does doing your work just makes you a bad person?  I am sooo counting down to the end of this project. Like honestly, I gave up on ever hoping to get a great grade for my project. I ll settle for minimal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys been watching the news lately? I hate TvMobile. Cause every morning, in the bus, on my way to school. The stupid Narrowband catching signal conducted by Mediacorp will air PrimeTime Morning. All most of the news rotates on war in Gaza. Bombs and stuff. It really dampens my mood. Why do they do that?? Spoils morning for  some people. Why can’t they put on good stuff in the morning? Like cartoons or something? Cartoons are good! They don’t have pictures of wars and blood covered toddlers crying in a hospital. And to all those people discussing about the war and those politicians that talks bout trying to make peace in the middle east, FUCK YOU! All I see are talks after talks after talks. Is there no one in this big blue planet wanna do something about it? Someone with influence, power and money that can actually do something meaningful to the world. Like stopping the war. I m not saying stopping the fight between the middle eastern countries. These people have fallen out with each other since the days of the prophet so to actually make them go all huggy and kissy with each other will never happen. I doubt it will happen  in my lifetime *ponders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep! Never gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me see if I covered enough grounds in this post. Hmm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;war  *check*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unreasonable teacher *check*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing old *check*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being forced into something I don’t like after I graduate *checked*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I covers most ground of why my life is pretty much dull in 2009. I m not emo mind you. I just don’t enjoy bottling up trivial stuff…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey what do I know? I m just a 19 year old girl leading a pre planned life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-6924167528155341685?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6924167528155341685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=6924167528155341685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6924167528155341685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6924167528155341685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-resolution-for-2009-is-to-complete.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-1516867143708313559</id><published>2008-12-23T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:35:32.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people.. it’s been like a week since I last posted.. not like anyone is reading it... hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; quick update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to KL last weekend. Wasn’t great but I guess it was okay, too much tension and drama... got to spend time with cousin, adiboy, like finally! He is like one of my cousin that hangs out with us like once in a blue moon. Which in simpler terms mean, he hardly do so. Went to watch Yes Man with him and siblings and his younger sister. I thought it was gonna be boring.. I thought wrong! It was pretty good. Kinda makes you think about how you should dictate your life... everything is a small ripple effect. You do something and everything just sort of snowball from there. pretty deep and profound meaning behind that story. Then later that night, we went to Petaling street for some back to school shopping. (my parents still thinks that the start of the new semester is like the 2nd day of the new year... polytechnic academic schedule don’t work that way people!) but still it was fun to go shopping... though so pissed-me-off moments does surface once in awhile but I rather not keep grudge. I shall not elaborate. There was a creepy moment though... went to this one store, looked through the stuff. The sales guy (I suppose he is a Bangladeshi from the way he looked) was like pushing the stuff at me... he literally had me cornered. He expected me to believe that a D&amp;amp;G bag of first class imitation cost like RM180..?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck? That’s like a total rip off. So I told him off and said&lt;br /&gt;“are you serious? This is fake D&amp;amp;G, it can’t cost that much?!”&lt;br /&gt;He said I had keen eyes and I d probably have a good sense in fake stuff, he then opened price at RM100. It was still fucking ridiculous. Then I said it’s too pricey, I d take it if it was like RM30. He d said it was not possible. Then he started rambling bout it was made in Korea and the leather was of good leather. He wanted to push the sale and said “you very cute so I give you RM80”. That was when I found that last phrase creepy and I was scared then. I d told him I would think about it but he just won’t let me walk out the shop, I said I d ask my mom first. He waited for like an hour and he approached me again,  I d purposely stood next to my older cousin, Iqbal, and I told him I wasn’t interested anymore. He said he would sell me the bag for like RM40 and I was like no thanks it’s okay, I m not interested. Phew~!  Thanks to my quick thinking and stand beside my cousin. That guy didn’t pursue on the matter. I still got to get my D&amp;amp;G bag though. Pretty pretty bag! And a D&amp;amp;G watch and a Polo tee. I d would have gotten more though *sigh*  I shall not elaborate more.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm anything else to blog about?... hmmmm.... none that I can think of right now... oh yeah... heart seem to be pounding irregularly and extremely quick. Is that normal? Am I gonna die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear booboo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL YOU FAULT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Yana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it sound as though it’s a bad thing. hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-1516867143708313559?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/1516867143708313559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=1516867143708313559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/1516867143708313559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/1516867143708313559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-6863519692496423319</id><published>2008-12-10T08:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:30:19.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pffttt… getting more pudgier! I hate MP/SIP. Too much stress and too much food. Dammit! Time really flies doesn’t it? I had THE conversation with my dad. Yes, that dreaded conversation that I try to dodge every single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Adek graduate biler?&lt;br /&gt;        (When are you graduating?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Next year ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Lepas graduate nak buat ape?&lt;br /&gt;        (What do you plan to do after graduation?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *shit!* errmm entah… keje gaknyer… economi tak bagos… tengok uh cam mane&lt;br /&gt;                   (errmm I don’t know. Work maybe. The economy is bad. We’1l see how)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why??? Why THAT question? Remember the good ol days where he d nagged bout my grades and I d say sorry and would go to sleep cause it was past my sleep time? I miss those days. And honestly, I m not ready. I m not ready to work full time. I m not ready for the responsibilities. Soon, I hafta get married and have kids and worry bout the bills. I AM SIMPLY NOT READY. Is there a button that can put a pause in life for a sec? I m growing up to fast. It felt like yesterday that I was in secondary 1 and was learning to be normal and make new friends. The reason I wanna keep on studying is because I m not ready to be a working adult. By next year, I’ll be 20, and working in a REAL job. It scares the shit out of me. But what can I do? It’s a circle of life. U hafta work in order to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people, the idealistic and wide-eye Yana is scared. Wish I had a confidante, someone who would just assure me or lie to me that everything is alright. Or just tell me how fun working life is. And when I say that, I really don’t mean treat me like a naïve 13 year old and tell me tall tales on how much money I can make. I KNOW how much money I can make realistically. I just wanna know how I m gonna live through the harsh and cold reality of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-6863519692496423319?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6863519692496423319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=6863519692496423319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6863519692496423319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6863519692496423319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/12/pffttt-getting-more-pudgier-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-3588079941729281581</id><published>2008-12-05T08:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:43:36.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I summarize the whole week as “The Most Fucked Up Week This Year” lost my earphone, thumbdrive and now… *drum roll* my handphone. It couldn’t get more fucked up than this can it. I so hate my life right now. Why do all good people get crapped!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-3588079941729281581?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/3588079941729281581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=3588079941729281581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3588079941729281581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3588079941729281581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-summarize-whole-week-as-most-fucked.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-8405650574440573919</id><published>2008-12-04T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:25:12.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I m honestly fucking pissed right now. First it was my thumbdrive and now its my fucking earpiece. Even if it cost $6 plus… its still money wasted. Who the fuck steals ear piece? Are you like fucking retarded or something? You cheap bastard!!! To think that I came to school early in the morning just to find my stuff missing. And to think my chewing gum just lessen.. firstly, I don’t have a problem with anyone taking my chewing gum… my labmates usually will ask me nicely if they want to. But SOME people just doesn’t have the basic courtesy to even ask. That is considered stealing!!!! And if you eat something stolen theres a high chance that the owner will haram-kan whatever they have stolen. So in this case, my words of wisdom to the person who does all these crap and think that he/she is so farking cool for doing so. “ fuck you!! Segala barang yang kau curi dari aku, aku HARAMKAN!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally ruined my morning… ka ni na bey chow chee bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-8405650574440573919?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8405650574440573919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=8405650574440573919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8405650574440573919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8405650574440573919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-m-honestly-fucking-pissed-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-6393104675934693945</id><published>2008-12-01T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:13:34.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>same ol yana...&lt;br /&gt;just more shit-assed life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-6393104675934693945?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6393104675934693945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=6393104675934693945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6393104675934693945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6393104675934693945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/12/same-ol-yana.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-3450144266751118948</id><published>2008-11-29T12:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:16:34.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/STDCFubEMoI/AAAAAAAAADg/H1LGSheBUpk/s1600-h/Photo070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273928567267537538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/STDCFubEMoI/AAAAAAAAADg/H1LGSheBUpk/s320/Photo070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day in the lab....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad : sial uh jangan bilang aku tak bawak wallet ah *digs for wallet in his bag*&lt;br /&gt;(shit! I m not sure if i brought my wallet along)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : kalau kau tak bawak wallet cammane kau beli makan? *points to the food in his hand*&lt;br /&gt;(if you didn’t bring you wallet, where did you get the money to buy food?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad : aku main seluk duit dalam pocket je tadi *still rummaging through his bag*&lt;br /&gt;(i just took whatever money i have and put in my pocket)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Abeh kau gi skola naik ape?&lt;br /&gt;(So how did you get to school?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad : ooh a’aah eh...*finds wallet in bag*&lt;br /&gt;(oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *icy death stare* kau dah kenape mat?!&lt;br /&gt;(what the heck is wrong with you?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-3450144266751118948?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/3450144266751118948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=3450144266751118948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3450144266751118948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3450144266751118948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-day-in-lab.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/STDCFubEMoI/AAAAAAAAADg/H1LGSheBUpk/s72-c/Photo070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32605035.post-3143750387549491727</id><published>2008-11-26T17:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:32:21.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ellooo!!! Can’t take the lame crap in my lab. Like honestly any more lame question from anyone or lame comment from ahmad, I will burst into a wrath of evil fury… I d probably turn green and starts to tear my clothes apart (no worries I ll cover as much aurat as possible.. cannot let guys see.. haram!) anywhoooo… today is quite a productive day after 3 days of chatting with dear ol friend Christopher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I m gonna touch on friendships. I just find that this topic is interesting to talk about.. well I think so, if you don’t then to bad. I mean who the fuck reads my blog? Except for me, tasha and what nots, retards and those insect that happen to past by when someone goes to my blog… probably wondering about on the computer/ laptop screen and got squashed by a big ol thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m talking gibberish anyways, so let me make this short and sweet. Friends are like electrical appliances. You have good time and bad time with em, what happen when the warranty expire? You continue on anyways and use em. Remembering all the happy and sadness you share together and eventually the thing will start to get old and no longer work properly. Thus it will break down once and again. So what do you do, u shop around for new appliances. You keep that old appliance in ur cupboard long enough that eventually one day, you throw it out for it takes up space in ur house and you have no reason to keep it around anymore. Some of the appliances would endure rough time, others break down under the weather and circumstance. So one day you stroll along some old shop houses and see another appliance that identical to the one that u throw away. You begin to reminisce all the good quality of the good ol appliances. And 15 minutes later, your off to do something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to conclude, some friendship are made to last, others, will simply be memories…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for today, I ll post pictures some other freaking time! Ok bhai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-3143750387549491727?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/3143750387549491727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=3143750387549491727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3143750387549491727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3143750387549491727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/11/ellooo-cant-take-lame-crap-in-my-lab.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-7642084056103494595</id><published>2008-11-18T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:18:40.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sucky sucky sucky. I got sick over the weekend. Pfft.. like what are the odds of that happening right?  And since my life is already boring enough I thought I would come to school to complete my week project… one stupid backdrop and the school was like freaking dark… I honestly need to get a life… right after my father stop draining my youth.  So today I m gonna talk bout irritating….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khalil is not involve though.. lolz… I no longer mingle with stray animals… except for the big monkey whom happen to be my lab partner…anywhooo lets talk about that new melly goslow song…. Yeah the one below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MB077MxzC_Y"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MB077MxzC_Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you go one for 3 minutes plus singing the same line… grrrr!!! And to think they make money out of it!... why don’t I make my own song “ I love pink kittens!” use the same song and sing the same line for the next 3 minutes 56 times.! Huh! How bout that! Would u crazy freaks buy that load of crap?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*calms self down* lets talk bout another thing that irritates me a lot.. my mother whistling in the car. Its really really annoying. When she hears a song she like, instead of humming, she whistle. Seriously, its really really really annoying. And when I tell her to keep quiet, she d will purposely whistle louder… can u imagine me trying to enjoy a good song and she ruins the mood. So what do I do, I change to an English radio station where she’d won’t listen to and so she won’t whistle to it…. Brilliant I tell you! BRILLIANT! Muahahahahaha *evil chuckle*. I don’t mind her singing to the song (even if she makes all happy songs sound sad and all sad song sound suicidal) but the whistling is horrible… its like my pet peeve… and all I do every single time is just sit and brood with my eyes twitching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok last but not least. The thing that makes me super irritated is my flaw on getting everything perfect. I think I m like a closet perfectionist. I have a thing for how stuff should go and how things are suppose to be done. It really bugs me at times I can’t sleep coz I d think of stuff… let use this project for an example shall we? I came back to school on the WEEKEND to complete it coz I thought my first draft looks ugly! Who the fuck does that!! You d just throw whatever u have done and get it over with.. but nooooo! I had to go all crazy and try to make it all nice and stuff… hate hate hate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that’s all for now. Talking bout irritating stuff just makes me feel more irritated.. pfftttt….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-7642084056103494595?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/7642084056103494595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=7642084056103494595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/7642084056103494595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/7642084056103494595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/11/sucky-sucky-sucky.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-548319920153647676</id><published>2008-11-11T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:15:54.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yet another boring day in school. Ahmad,  moi lab partner will be M.I.A-ing for the whole of this week. Lonely to the next level eh tontuan dan pompuan, no one to nagged too, no one to layan my nonsense. *sigh* sad state i m in. On the lighter note, i have finally decided what to do with my life. Ok ok so if u are interested, this is my big big break... ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m gonna continue studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not shocking rite! Hehehehe... anyways, whats my brilliant masterplan is to grad, work for like a year or so... depends on how much it will cost to study overseas, save up plenty so that i don’t have to worry about starving myself over there.. and when i say there i meant united state of america (errr meh reee kaaah!) stay with a fren *wink* *wink* and graduate with a degree before i drag my ass back to asia. I m not to fond of emigarting to a totally diffrent continent, bak kata perpatah  errrr.... i can’t remember... anyways... i rather stay where my family is at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with mentee recently ( the kid i mentor from muhammadiyah), he finally opened up about his family... only now did i realised why the heck does he no likey his mommy tat mucho... well i shall not elaborate.... its really heartbreaking to see the state anak-anak melayu zaman sekarang. Why settle for  slumps? Its a vicious cycle, it starts from the parents then the cycle is passed down to the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t get the mentality of these people. I m saying this in general and not pointing out to anyone in paticular. Similarity to any events is purely coincidental. So lets say u start with a baby boy and call him mat. Mat lives in a 3 room flat with 4 other siblings, his father work as a technician and his mother is a full time housewife. He  goes to secondary school stream under normal technical where he spend 4 years of his life getting into trouble and hope one day he can make it big as a national soccer player. Barely scrap through N levels, he then proceed to ITE doin a course related to engineering. He then mixed with the wrong people and got his first bike. Where he then proceed to join some random motorcycle design group. At this point on, he met with his future wife, minah, another student doin some cosmetic course in ITE.  He graduate ITE and goes straight to NS. After doing 2 years of National service, he works as a technician after being recommended by a fellow fren or a family member. Eventually mat and minah went overboard and minah is pregnant. So no other choice but shot-gunned wedding. After stay with each other  for like 5 years and have 2 wonderful kids, mat/minah starts to “main giler” (have an affair) . mat/minah couldn’t take the hardship and was hoping for something better. Thus they got a divorce and the kids get in trouble coz they wanted their parents attention. Parents are constantly bickering bout the small stuff.. eventually the kids grow up and the story repeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does everything have to happen in the heat of the moment? Why does all have to resolve in divorce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I read a friend’s blog recently which actually made alot of sense. Every single time, this minority keeps whining on how unfair life is for them and how people look down on them. Why not instead of trying to change society, take the time and reflect on ur own life. Its a dog eat dog world out there, every man/woman on their own. If u think with no education and hope to make big bucks, YOU ARE WRONG! No one gives a fuck about you. With the economy at the slumps, every single job vacancy will be taken under consideration and do you really think that someone with no qualification can secure a job without worrying bout the future? With all the dire necessities bills going high, do you really think that with a salary of $800 you can life contented?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not 1960s, there is no free lunch in this world buddy! Learn dammit! Don’t stop till your head hurts. And once, your done, you shall reap what you sow. Imagine, a big desk in a huge room in the tallest building, plenty of people sucking up to you. And all you do is just sign papers learn golf and join some random rich guys to talk about business proposal. After that, drive your BMW newest series to ur big big bungalow and welcomed home by your wife/husband and kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all can happen and all you need to do is never ever give up and settle for mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today... till then, blog soon peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-548319920153647676?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/548319920153647676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=548319920153647676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/548319920153647676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/548319920153647676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/11/yet-another-boring-day-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-7751256309268026937</id><published>2008-11-09T10:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T10:18:23.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amy Winehouse - tears dry on their own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can ever be to you&lt;br /&gt;Is a darkness that we knew&lt;br /&gt;And this regret I had to get accustomed to&lt;br /&gt;Once it was so right,When we were at our high&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you in the hotel at night&lt;br /&gt;I knew I hadn't met my match,&lt;br /&gt;But every moment we could snatch,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I got so attached,&lt;br /&gt;It’s my responsibility,&lt;br /&gt;And you don’t owe nothing to me,&lt;br /&gt;But to walk away I have no capacity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks away,&lt;br /&gt;The sun goes down,&lt;br /&gt;He takes the day but I’m grown,&lt;br /&gt;And in this grey,&lt;br /&gt;in this blue shade&lt;br /&gt;My tears dry on their own,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand,&lt;br /&gt;Why do I stress A man,&lt;br /&gt;When there’s so many better things at hand,&lt;br /&gt;We could a never had it all,&lt;br /&gt;We had to hit a wall,&lt;br /&gt;So this is inevitable withdrawal,&lt;br /&gt;Even if I stop wanting you,&lt;br /&gt;A Perspective pushes thru,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be some next man’s other woman soon,&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't play myself again,&lt;br /&gt;I should just be my own best friend,&lt;br /&gt;Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks away,&lt;br /&gt;The sun goes down,&lt;br /&gt;He takes the day&lt;br /&gt;but I’m grown,&lt;br /&gt;And it's OK,&lt;br /&gt;In this blue shade,&lt;br /&gt;My tears dry on their own,&lt;br /&gt;So we are history,&lt;br /&gt;YOUR shadow covers me&lt;br /&gt;The sky above,&lt;br /&gt;A blaze only that lovers see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks away,&lt;br /&gt;The sun goes down,&lt;br /&gt;He takes the day but I’m grown,&lt;br /&gt;And it's OK,&lt;br /&gt;In this blue shade&lt;br /&gt;My tears dry on their own,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could SAY no regrets,&lt;br /&gt;And no emotional debts,&lt;br /&gt;And as we kiss goodbye the sun sets,&lt;br /&gt;So we are history,&lt;br /&gt;The shadow covers me,&lt;br /&gt;The sky above a blaze that only lovers see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks away,&lt;br /&gt;The sun goes down,&lt;br /&gt;He takes the day but I’m grown,&lt;br /&gt;And it's OK,&lt;br /&gt;In this blue Shade,&lt;br /&gt;My tears dry on their own,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks away,&lt;br /&gt;The sun goes down,&lt;br /&gt;He takes the day but I’m grown,&lt;br /&gt;And it's OK,&lt;br /&gt;My deep shade,&lt;br /&gt;My tears dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks away,&lt;br /&gt;The sun goes down,&lt;br /&gt;He takes the day but I’m grown,&lt;br /&gt;And it's OK,&lt;br /&gt;My deep shade,&lt;br /&gt;My tears dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New prespect in life! wohoo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-7751256309268026937?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/7751256309268026937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=7751256309268026937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/7751256309268026937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/7751256309268026937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-i-can-ever-be-to-you-is-darkness.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-3705008553501979151</id><published>2008-11-01T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:49:57.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who am I kidding? It was a long shot anyways. Should I give up or continue in pursuit of happiness? If all odds are against me, is it worth the time and sacrifice? Should I just wait and hope eventually everything will fall to place or should I just move on? I don’t know really. I wish I have the answer now. But all I can do is wait. Times like this is when I really wish there was divine intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Allah s.w.t,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Liyana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-3705008553501979151?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/3705008553501979151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=3705008553501979151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3705008553501979151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3705008553501979151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-am-i-kidding-it-was-long-shot.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-4427555575223839970</id><published>2008-10-16T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T01:30:48.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really need to reconsider my writing format after like years of blogging. Hehe see!  I can start a sentence without going “Hey peeps”. Anyways since I lead a very dull and not so meaningful life (compared to all you chic good looking people with plenty of friends who enjoys sucking up to you). Let’s talk about current affairs. Ok so let’s start with the all controversial news that has been making waves all over the world (not in a good way). Well if you people are up to date on the current ongoing controversy on the infamous milk powder story. Well recently, there has been found that some inhumane companies add plastic melamine in their milk powder to cover up so that people won’t notice that the milk is diluted. What the fuck?! First and foremost lives are at risk. Currently, 4 babies had died and thousands of others are sick. The things people do for money *sigh*.  How long has all these companies have been tainting our milk with plastic melamine. Oh yeah if u still have no idea what plastic melamine is, well here is a short summary of what melamine from a website called  Wisegeek.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Melamine is an organic compound that is often combined with formaldehyde to produce melamine resin, a synthetic polymer which is fire resistant and heat tolerant... Uses for melamine include whiteboards, floor tiles, kitchenware, fire retardant fabrics, and commercial filters... This property makes it ideally suited to certain industrial applications”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what people have been shoving down their throat or their children’s throat. I wonder how the CEO’s of all these companies sleep every night knowing that their product are slowly poisoning people every single day. Maybe they should trade places with all other commoner and consume the product they make. Even when reported about the brewing crisis long before the outbreak of the news on the media, China’s official did not even bother to investigate as they were too consume with the Olympics. I guess people are motivated by greed than humanity for mankind ( I sound so hippie-ish) hehe. Anyways.... I think I have enough nagging for today.. I shall blog soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-4427555575223839970?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/4427555575223839970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=4427555575223839970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/4427555575223839970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/4427555575223839970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-really-need-to-reconsider-my-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-5508562100854905009</id><published>2008-09-29T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:32:07.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people! Sir lamb mutt harry raw year! (SELAMAT HARI RAYA!) sooo... I guess I have to update on what I have been up to the past few days since I last blogged. Ok here gone is no particular order;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer teaching tuition, after the last post and my father(dictator) demand to stop giving tuition, my last lesson was on Monday. I m actually kinda relieved though, they stalled the last lesson till the end of September. 2 lesson of which I cancelled and 4 of which the father cancelled. It was super frustrating. So I told the mother of the kid I m teaching, that Monday was my last lesson. Thankfully they had another tutor to teach after I was gone. So I guess I didn’t felt guilty or sad to leave my student. Like I said before, there are some patience boundaries you do not step over, and one of it is this. So I left with $160 in pocket. I thought that tuition session would never end. Ok next topic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been baking cookies the past week my chocolate chip cookies turn out well. Good enough to be sold hehehe. The reason I decided to bake was that I had this ego boost and prove that if I made cookies, it would taste waaay better than my sister. And it did, she use to make good cookies and now its alittle bland. Maybe too little sugar? I don’t know. But what I know is my cookies are good! Wootz! (victory dance!) so I decided to make money out of it? Any takers? Hehehe I will launch my cookie website(with help from retard). Muahahaa *thinks of all the money she would make*. So here are some of the pic of me and retard making cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SODa8BFNAFI/AAAAAAAAACE/40TihW4xMfg/s1600-h/P1080646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251437890131263570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SODa8BFNAFI/AAAAAAAAACE/40TihW4xMfg/s320/P1080646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SODa8cmRHEI/AAAAAAAAACM/7ADi0EqOFm0/s1600-h/P1080647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251437897517702210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SODa8cmRHEI/AAAAAAAAACM/7ADi0EqOFm0/s320/P1080647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SODa8jFon3I/AAAAAAAAACU/HRV0KRWIxJ4/s1600-h/P1080648.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SODa8kuWTpI/AAAAAAAAACc/liqRhvcFhHE/s1600-h/P1080651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251437899699080850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SODa8kuWTpI/AAAAAAAAACc/liqRhvcFhHE/s320/P1080651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SODa8tpqiQI/AAAAAAAAACk/ksJ4eWleI6c/s1600-h/P1080653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251437902095354114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SODa8tpqiQI/AAAAAAAAACk/ksJ4eWleI6c/s320/P1080653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SODcMJSXF1I/AAAAAAAAACs/DV3E98r-12s/s1600-h/P1080654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251439266723469138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SODcMJSXF1I/AAAAAAAAACs/DV3E98r-12s/s320/P1080654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SODcMdniuEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ylkHMwEZ-wU/s1600-h/P1080663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251439272181020738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SODcMdniuEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ylkHMwEZ-wU/s320/P1080663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SODcMfO4xtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/whlIe45_kek/s1600-h/P1080660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251439272614479570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SODcMfO4xtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/whlIe45_kek/s320/P1080660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SODcMp-40rI/AAAAAAAAADE/3EJSAno3oFI/s1600-h/P1080665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251439275500163762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SODcMp-40rI/AAAAAAAAADE/3EJSAno3oFI/s320/P1080665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tadah!!! the final product&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to do some volunteer with my friend Firdaus. So we both head down to geylang where he was like late.. pfftt pissed but what can I do... he is what he is. So we met with the organizer and some other volunteer. There was one volunteer who look super hawt. Sadly from the looks of it, he is probably in secondary school... *sigh* eh wait! *smack smack own face* stop it eh liyana... stop paedophilia-ing. Ok after that, me and firdaus went to joo chiat food court coz I just love the food there. He suggested going to the mosque. So I have him that what-the-fuck look. Firstly, could he stop being cheap and 2ndly I was not in the right attire to even step into a mosque. Pffttt... anyways. Did manage to do alittle shopping but didn’t wanna spend too much of my hard earn money on trivial stuff. We manage to camwhore alittle. Ok next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k thats all that I can think of. Oh yeah, *drag her voice monotonously* Happy 22th 68th birthday to retard. You don’t look a day over 90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And SELAMAT HARI RAYA to all. Since I won’t be celeberating my Hari Raya in Singapore, I wanna apologize in advance in case I have termengumpat, or terkutok or terkata or terkasar bahasa or teramek duit or terbohong, tertipu and all other things that I might have done unnoticed or noticed. And if I ever did offend or hurt anyone either intentionally or unintentionally. I wanna say sorry for all the wrong in this world that I have done. Sorry to all! And korang halalkan la makan minum kawan korg sorg nie *cue sad song*&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now..! blog soon ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-5508562100854905009?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/5508562100854905009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=5508562100854905009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/5508562100854905009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/5508562100854905009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-people-sir-lamb-mutt-harry-raw.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SODa8BFNAFI/AAAAAAAAACE/40TihW4xMfg/s72-c/P1080646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32605035.post-6913418180230016745</id><published>2008-09-22T14:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:43:30.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:270;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:270;"&gt;I'M BACK!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hey peeps! I missed blogging! Life have been hectic since... Forever! hehe.. So let me summarise in point form about whats been goin on with me! Do send me an email in a formal writing format as to know in more elaborate of what had happened! I will not entertained sloppy writing emails! hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Parents start company.&lt;br /&gt;-Made friends&lt;br /&gt;-Lost a couple of friends made.&lt;br /&gt;-Betrayed!&lt;br /&gt;-Mader's day!&lt;br /&gt;-Buying garments for raya outfit at Tangkak, Johor (total of 4 hours car ride... ass was freaking numb la sey!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is pretty much it other than the random get togather me and the girls had. It's been ages since we all had a hearty laugh togather about random stuff! We areeee soooo going to Amira's grill after my exam! Compulsary!!!! Let the sheesha session begin! I have yet to meet my mentee. It has been ages.. I m at fault to for not making time to spend some time brainwashing the kid. But I shall make it up and treat him to Starbucks! lolz that was so random. If I have extra cash maybe I ll treat him somewhere fancy. I do owe him that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life as usually have been good to me. Skip plenty of lectures and class last week. Ugh! I hate when there are too much drama in my life. At least I have gotten rid of the tumor that cause all the commotion last week. hehe so life is back to normal to say the least. Thanks to Mr CPG and Tasha for bearing it with me through the annoying phase of me whining and complaining on a daily basis. Mucho Gracias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This that i think i should get started on:&lt;br /&gt;Overdued report&lt;br /&gt;-Much needed Exercise&lt;br /&gt;-Headstart on Term Test&lt;br /&gt;-Save up for apparels! I apparently lack clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shall blog again... in a few days times or even tomorrow. I shall no longer procrastinate! I shall be a productive Singaporean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And lastly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Power to the people!!!... okay that was not required but it just felt right. Heh.. heh..heh..&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-6913418180230016745?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6913418180230016745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=6913418180230016745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6913418180230016745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6913418180230016745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-back-hey-peeps-i-missed-blogging_1846.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-8588218227035729737</id><published>2008-09-22T14:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:35:43.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:240;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M BACK!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey peeps! I missed blogging! Life have been hectic since... Forever! hehe.. So let me summarise in point form about whats been goin on with me! Do send me an email in a formal writing format as to know in more elaborate of what had happened! I will not entertained sloppy writing emails! hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Parents start company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Made friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lost a couple of friends made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Betrayed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mader's day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Buying garments for raya outfit at Tangkak, Johor (total of 4 hours car ride... ass was freaking numb la sey!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That is pretty much it other than the random get togather me and the girls had. It's been ages since we all had a hearty laugh togather about random stuff! We areeee soooo going to Amira's grill after my exam! Compulsary!!!! Let the sheesha session begin! I have yet to meet my mentee. It has been ages.. I m at fault to for not making time to spend some time brainwashing the kid. But I shall make it up and treat him to Starbucks! lolz that was so random. If I have extra cash maybe I ll treat him somewhere fancy. I do owe him that much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Life as usually have been good to me. Skip plenty of lectures and class last week. Ugh! I hate when there are too much drama in my life. At least I have gotten rid of the tumor that cause all the commotion last week. hehe so life is back to normal to say the least. Thanks to Mr CPG and Tasha for bearing it with me through the annoying phase of me whining and complaining on a daily basis. Mucho Gracias!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This that i think i should get started on:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Overdued report&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Much needed Exercise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Headstart on Term Test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Save up for apparels! I apparently lack clothes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I shall blog again... in a few days times or even tomorrow. I shall no longer procrastinate! I shall be a productive Singaporean! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And lastly...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Power to the people!!!... okay that was not required but it just felt right. Heh.. heh..heh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-8588218227035729737?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8588218227035729737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=8588218227035729737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8588218227035729737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8588218227035729737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-back-hey-peeps-i-missed-blogging_7133.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-4400559900855859082</id><published>2008-09-22T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:34:36.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:240;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M BACK!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey peeps! I missed blogging! Life have been hectic since... Forever! hehe.. So let me summarise in point form about whats been goin on with me! Do send me an email in a formal writing format as to know in more elaborate of what had happened! I will not entertained sloppy writing emails! hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Parents start company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Made friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lost a couple of friends made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Betrayed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mader's day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Buying garments for raya outfit at Tangkak, Johor (total of 4 hours car ride... ass was freaking numb la sey!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That is pretty much it other than the random get togather me and the girls had. It's been ages since we all had a hearty laugh togather about random stuff! We areeee soooo going to Amira's grill after my exam! Compulsary!!!! Let the sheesha session begin! I have yet to meet my mentee. It has been ages.. I m at fault to for not making time to spend some time brainwashing the kid. But I shall make it up and treat him to Starbucks! lolz that was so random. If I have extra cash maybe I ll treat him somewhere fancy. I do owe him that much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Life as usually have been good to me. Skip plenty of lectures and class last week. Ugh! I hate when there are too much drama in my life. At least I have gotten rid of the tumor that cause all the commotion last week. hehe so life is back to normal to say the least. Thanks to Mr CPG and Tasha for bearing it with me through the annoying phase of me whining and complaining on a daily basis. Mucho Gracias!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This that i think i should get started on:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Overdued report&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Much needed Exercise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Headstart on Term Test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Save up for apparels! I apparently lack clothes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I shall blog again... in a few days times or even tomorrow. I shall no longer procrastinate! I shall be a productive Singaporean! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And lastly...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Power to the people!!!... okay that was not required but it just felt right. Heh.. heh..heh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-4400559900855859082?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/4400559900855859082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=4400559900855859082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/4400559900855859082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/4400559900855859082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-back-hey-peeps-i-missed-blogging_22.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-7991112873508622393</id><published>2008-09-22T14:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:33:56.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:240;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M BACK!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey peeps! I missed blogging! Life have been hectic since... Forever! hehe.. So let me summarise in point form about whats been goin on with me! Do send me an email in a formal writing format as to know in more elaborate of what had happened! I will not entertained sloppy writing emails! hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Parents start company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Made friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lost a couple of friends made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Betrayed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mader's day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Buying garments for raya outfit at Tangkak, Johor (total of 4 hours car ride... ass was freaking numb la sey!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That is pretty much it other than the random get togather me and the girls had. It's been ages since we all had a hearty laugh togather about random stuff! We areeee soooo going to Amira's grill after my exam! Compulsary!!!! Let the sheesha session begin! I have yet to meet my mentee. It has been ages.. I m at fault to for not making time to spend some time brainwashing the kid. But I shall make it up and treat him to Starbucks! lolz that was so random. If I have extra cash maybe I ll treat him somewhere fancy. I do owe him that much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Life as usually have been good to me. Skip plenty of lectures and class last week. Ugh! I hate when there are too much drama in my life. At least I have gotten rid of the tumor that cause all the commotion last week. hehe so life is back to normal to say the least. Thanks to Mr CPG and Tasha for bearing it with me through the annoying phase of me whining and complaining on a daily basis. Mucho Gracias!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This that i think i should get started on:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Overdued report&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Much needed Exercise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Headstart on Term Test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Save up for apparels! I apparently lack clothes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I shall blog again... in a few days times or even tomorrow. I shall no longer procrastinate! I shall be a productive Singaporean! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And lastly...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Power to the people!!!... okay that was not required but it just felt right. Heh.. heh..heh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-7991112873508622393?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/7991112873508622393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=7991112873508622393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/7991112873508622393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/7991112873508622393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-back-hey-peeps-i-missed-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-42011334572667427</id><published>2008-09-22T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:51:10.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello peeps!.. I just love saying that. So anyways I was suppose to teach tuition today. But then the father decided to cancel the lesson for today. Like hello, I’m not the one affected at the end of the day. The more lesson cancel the more homework I have to give to his daughter. I mean like what the eff? If I can recall, I have only cancelled 2 lesson so he decided to up the stakes and cancel 6 lesson. Which if u add up both numbers, its equivalent to 1 month. Its 2 month and I have yet to finish the last lesson. As for a student like me, I m still able to handle my cool and not break into a tantrum which I really feel like doing right now. Basic financial planning, once u get your pay, u set aside amount of money to pay to different outlet such as services and goods. Setting aside money will prevent such incidents like this ( pushing the 8th lesson forward for 4 weeks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it has been a very frustrating month for me. Since I m not employed, that is my only source of income and to keep doing that is just to test my patience. At least when I cancelled lesson, I had the initiative to call a day or 2 earlier unless it was an emergency which I would have to call hours before the start of the tuition. But the father of my tutee prefer to sms me 1 hours so before the start of the lesson. Like come on, how many times does an emergency pops every week of the entire month during my tuition slot? Coincidence my foot! He told me last week to bring forward last week Wednesday lesson to this week Monday. And today he told me that my tutee can’t make it today and  changes it on Thursday. When will it end? I don’t mind just wipe my hand clean from this family tuition needs. Just because I feel bad for the daughter that the school is so EFF up, I was willing enough to stay on until October where I would start my SIP which will also coincide with the end of the primary school semester. They can’t seem to remember that I offered my services when 3 other tutors did not want to show up to teach their daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically to all you people who will one day have children and will require tutors, please! I repeat, PLEASE! Get the fee for the tuition teacher ready on time. They have kept their end of the bargain, and so should you. Be honest with the tutor, they would understand and would accommodate to your situation. No one is that heartless. But by keeping the other party in the dark, u will only get one extremely frustrated tutor who builds an opinion around the parents incompetence to pay someone to teach THEIR child and help the child to compete academically with all the other students around him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog soon ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-42011334572667427?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/42011334572667427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=42011334572667427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/42011334572667427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/42011334572667427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-3114558013920224032</id><published>2008-09-17T01:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T03:06:30.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people. I decided to change my style in writing. Make that my new motivation to write better in English (nothing to do whatsoever with me trying to get an ang moh boyfriend). No harm hoping right? Anyways, the reason I haven’t been blogging for so many donkey years is that I have been to depress to blog (Sabrina is not the only person who can feel depress about her life okay!). So remembered how I blogged on how happy I was to work at Swensens? Yep, that few happy days in which I get to be extremely tired. However, my happiness was short-lived. Apparently my father, decided not to let me work anymore. Reason being, I don’t know the reason. Parents are just made unreasonable. Who am I to question the wonders of life? Ok so, Selamat menunaikan ibadah berpuasa to all muslim( yeah all 4 of you who read my blog). So what had happened this few weeks? Well, failed my exam, went to break fast with fellow minion err I mean friends. Hehehe... thanks to Tasha, we went to Zam Zam to break fast... and guess what we had (drum roll please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murtabak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly that is all they have there. So it’s either I had murtabak or bryani. Since I was hungry, I really wasn’t that choosy. Had the sardine murtabak and what I can say is, it’s really not that nice as exaggerated by Tasha. The sardine made the murtabak super soggy. Apparently I was suppose to eat their mutton murtabak which was said to be super nice. I tasted it and I prefer the ones I bought in JB. Waaaay nicer. I was hungry and extreme thirsty (yes people! I‘m a heavy drinker!) after shopping alone( I hate shopping with company, they just cloud my judgement) I got 2 footwear, 1 skirt(brown and totally cute) and food which in total add up to $100. Honestly I need to stop my impulse shopping. It tends to get the best of me or my judgement. I spend more later on drinks. I can’t help it, I tend to drink a lot more than usual when I m out with friends. Anyways, after food galore, we walked back to bugis street cause shahidah wanted to surveyed for handphone. So as we were about to cross the road, me and&lt;br /&gt;Tasha were talking when Tasha decided to make a quirky comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasha: eh yana tu ade wholesalenyer kedai. Kau boleh wholesale baju.&lt;br /&gt;Translation :( yana, there a wholesale centre. You can wholesale clothes there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave her the funny look. She was referring to the Victoria Street Wholesale Centre, which was famous for their dried spices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://www.hbiz.com.sg/Upload_Images/pic_VictoriaWholesaleCentre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you guys who don’t know what she was referring to, here’s a little update. I recently wanted to start my own online apparel business but kinda on a halt since I do not have a capitol to start my business. No picky I’ll just wait till next year. This year is all planning. So to even suggest for me to get wholesale apparel at a dried spice wholesale centre is just plain crazy. So I had to come up with something quirky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: tasha, they sell spices not clothes. kirekan kau nak suro aku borong shitake pe?&lt;br /&gt;Translation: (tasha, they sell spices not clothes. So you expect me to haul shitake instead?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shitake I’m referring to is Shitake mushroom. View insert picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="315" alt="" src="http://www.bfeedme.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/04/Shiitake%20Mushrooms.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this is when I almost rolled on the floor laughing my anus off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasha: kau step kat sini cume ade kedai shiitake je?&lt;br /&gt;Translation: ( do u really think that they only have shiitake shops here?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tasha, do u know what shiitake is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasha: yea, mushroom uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: tasha, they sell provisional item sak. Kau step diorg jual mushroom je.&lt;br /&gt;Translation: ( tasha, they sell provisional item. Do you think they would just sell mushroom?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasha: diam uh kau&lt;br /&gt;Translation: (shut up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiitake shops? I can’t imagine the whole Victoria Street Wholesale Centre, to only specialize in shiitake mushroom. That like hilarious. How many kinds of shiitake mushroom can u think of? I can only think of one really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="335" alt="" src="http://www.greatporcini.com/images/shiitake_whole_dried_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that they have a whole centre selling Japanese mushroom, that just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;So my days are as schedule with. Sleep, online, and laze around like a lazy ass snake. Stop and repeat the same pattern every day. I m sooo going on an exercise regime( I seriously am!!!) once school starts. So let me think of what to blog about. Hmm.... oh yeah that reminds me. And since its Ramadan, I ought to do good deeds. So insyaAllah, I would probably meet my friend, Firdaus, to go help out some fakir miskin and hand out fidyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so anyways I run out of topics to blog about. I ll blog the next time something interesting happen to me. Ok bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog soon ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-3114558013920224032?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/3114558013920224032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=3114558013920224032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3114558013920224032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3114558013920224032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-2866590022133818440</id><published>2008-08-29T12:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:29:53.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... exam is over thankfully! however the side effect has yet to subdue... been having bad case of stomach constipation due to stress... pffttt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"pintal-pintal baju, pintal jugak taik aku"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thanks uh rab... still sakit perot eh... anyways HAPPY 64TH BIRTHDAY SABRINA!! wootz! u don't look a day over 100. hehehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sucks to be me really.... remember swensen?? the place i was suppose to work at during my school holiday?? well my bugging instinct was right... i was suppose to start on 1st sept but however, its 2 days before my job training and yet i have yet to hear from them. so i called them juz now... juz recently... and guess wat? they can't find my application form... cam kelakar gitu kan! how the fuck do u lose one application form? which juz so happen to be mine?? seriously its like the "upstairs" don't want me to get a part time job. they say they'll call me as soon as they speak to their seniors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;senang kater, i probably won't get to work anywhere.... frustrated... juz simply fucking frustrated....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;blog soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-2866590022133818440?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/2866590022133818440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=2866590022133818440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2866590022133818440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2866590022133818440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/08/elo-peeps_29.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-5711826588858664661</id><published>2008-08-20T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:33:21.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps.... its exam period! yeay! ( pfftttt) anyways... been studying... and i shall now conclude that i noe nuts about network fundamental... does anyone care how ur internet modem work? heck i don't! i m juz happy if its connected to the internet.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brain... overloadd... aggghhh!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u guys watch jeritan sepi at suria??? sedih kan citer dier... haizz... ok enuff wif sad story line.... u noe wat i feel like watchin kat movie soon.... wall.e... the disney cartoon cam best gitu sey.... harus harus tengok... haizz a few more weeks left and den by next sem... i m stuck with ahmad... (hot but useless) i prefer to call him dead weight.... have to suffer the next 6 months with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sumthing i m looking foward too.... sadden....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ll update pic.. mebbe in another entry.... excited to end exam.. the soon the better( with all my exam pass... tak kesah uh D grade... as long as i dun have to sit for tat stoopid supp paper) pfttt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-5711826588858664661?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/5711826588858664661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=5711826588858664661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/5711826588858664661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/5711826588858664661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/08/elo-peeps_20.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-8495944306428320696</id><published>2008-08-14T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T00:24:51.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... today was like really really wierrdd.. coz tadi uh.. i was like thinking of places to apply for jobs... first tinking of coffee joints like starbucks or kopi bean and ti lef or pasifik kopi... i did suggest Geloria Jins but den Miss Tisu stated out the one big flaw tat i have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not noe how to make spesialize kopi.. n not to mention the extremely tidious work environment there... i mean if u wanna make kopi tat look like the ones in the menu, of exact kopi extract and the correct measurement of sweetened milk to add into one cup of kopi den.. i shouldn't be working there... i have no patience...  i make up for my lack in patience with perserverence... senang kater degil giler... anyways who am i kidding?? i can't make kopi foam look nicee...  i ll probably make a big flower and server the customer.. heck! i ll change the whole menu so tat all the design on the foam look like either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;flower( the five petal kind)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;smiley face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pokok kelapa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;apple&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;other den that den... all u get is squiggly2 lines on the coffee cup and an apology note... sheesh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok enuff said back to the story... so after checking out kopi joint, i scan for ice-cream parlors like haagen daz or ben and jerrys, gelare... n so and...was lookin through the swensen website... wen we reminise the good ol times where me and Miss Tisu waited for Sabrina the sotong slayer( kewl kan her nick... and shahiduh can be the sotong..) to finish up on the icekrim she picked ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we had swensen earthquake.. paham2 uh there is like a few aiskrim flavor all of us had to choose... me n miss Tisu pick all the safe and edible aiskrim flavor wen Miss slayer decide to go ranggi and pick out of this world ice-cream.. anyways... miss slayer do not like to reminise the good ol days ( party pooper!)... member cam merajok gitu.... hehee.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyways... got to meet retard at lib n her fren aka amy winehouse... ermm i dun have the amy winehouse model but den go google.. if ur lucky den u ll get to see wat i mean... juz go watch the video " you noe that i m no good" easier...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;see how i sidetrack from my story...back to me! ok anyways.. on the way there... i got todays straits time... n was at the lib looking at the paper( when i m suppose to be studying...) anyways... and while i was flipping&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;poof!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;an advert... "SWENSEN NEED PEOPLE" so i was like &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"whoaaa"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the interview was like at cosway point swensen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"double whoaaaa"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i went there... dragging retard along... i applied and ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;poof! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i m starting work on 1st sept 2008... cool kan! wierd.. but kool...i ll be working at swensen wootz!! location however is disclose... in case u people wanna drop by to see me in action lolz! well wanna sleep already.. to much excitement in 1 day.. lolz! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;blog soon !nite!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-8495944306428320696?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8495944306428320696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=8495944306428320696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8495944306428320696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8495944306428320696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/08/elo-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-5642981509942662217</id><published>2008-08-10T21:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:15:47.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;elo peeps! ok i have officially feel less crappy... anyways... as promised, pictures!! yeay!!! okay so tis is the pix i taken at skool and some at the muhammadiyah initiation event thingy... we like play games semue cam best gitu uh.... ok ok less typing more pictureing... woootz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ7x8q_MfMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8ot9MMv-XBg/s1600-h/Photo0573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232885841684888770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ7x8q_MfMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8ot9MMv-XBg/s320/Photo0573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok tis is the game where they have to stand on the other side of the green rug thingy... den they struggle for like 30 min... and still nothing... pffttt....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ7ycUiQhLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kmwiOw_SYac/s1600-h/Photo0574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232886385413751986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ7ycUiQhLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kmwiOw_SYac/s320/Photo0574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still struggling....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ7yvY4bseI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tcHeMqZB-g0/s1600-h/Photo0575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232886712998015458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ7yvY4bseI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tcHeMqZB-g0/s320/Photo0575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok tis one was funny... suli ( another mentor) and me laugh our ass off... semue nak step boleh tahan padahal kepala lutut dah mengeletar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ7zHGMeM-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/mO7utaVeq6M/s1600-h/Photo0576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232887120298652642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ7zHGMeM-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/mO7utaVeq6M/s320/Photo0576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         tis is my mentee shafie... erm i think i spell it right... anyways... he is camera shy...NOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                           very funny in person... serious kelakar giler... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haizz its sad when good kids gone bad... i blame the parents.. but hey! who am i to judge em... they still are pretty good kids with juz some bad decision making... ok!! next!! camwhoring at skool at tasha tisu n Mrs bean aka (natasha n shahiduuh!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ700V7pMNI/AAAAAAAAABE/q28y_BfawFM/s1600-h/Photo0561.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ73CavM5BI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mqG6Fhpj9H0/s1600-h/Photo0561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232891437960193042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ73CavM5BI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mqG6Fhpj9H0/s320/Photo0561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;shahiduuh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ700v8oKNI/AAAAAAAAABM/gJ6BHY0Zh5Q/s1600-h/Photo0562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232889004112226514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ700v8oKNI/AAAAAAAAABM/gJ6BHY0Zh5Q/s320/Photo0562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ700kQ_gpI/AAAAAAAAABU/esmQLUnF_OI/s1600-h/Photo0564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232889000976417426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ700kQ_gpI/AAAAAAAAABU/esmQLUnF_OI/s320/Photo0564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ72RPWXE3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/KcefLeWuJH8/s1600-h/Photo0568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232890593089622898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ72RPWXE3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/KcefLeWuJH8/s320/Photo0568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;bende ape nie???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ71uCHys5I/AAAAAAAAABc/zsEsbQpTxz8/s1600-h/Photo0566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232889988243436434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ71uCHys5I/AAAAAAAAABc/zsEsbQpTxz8/s320/Photo0566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me and tasha(she look scared coz i threaten to beat her up if she dun smile... tengok tu! senyum tak ikhlas kan! wahahaha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ71uaO3jdI/AAAAAAAAABk/YDtXMs_qLk8/s1600-h/Photo0567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232889994715565522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ71uaO3jdI/AAAAAAAAABk/YDtXMs_qLk8/s320/Photo0567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                     now tasha lookin constipated... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ71uT89LvI/AAAAAAAAABs/t6oF9od-Q90/s1600-h/Photo0569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232889993029824242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ71uT89LvI/AAAAAAAAABs/t6oF9od-Q90/s320/Photo0569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                              tasha wif my specs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/32605035-5642981509942662217?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/5642981509942662217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=5642981509942662217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/5642981509942662217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/5642981509942662217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/08/elo-peeps-ok-i-have-officially-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/SJ7x8q_MfMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8ot9MMv-XBg/s72-c/Photo0573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32605035.post-7834926964744306135</id><published>2008-07-27T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:43:24.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... first of all congrats to &lt;strong&gt;bia baia boya&lt;/strong&gt; for getting a totally afro bf hehehe... am excited to pick fight with him... KIDDING! i onli argue with close fren's boyfren who happens to be as kental as MR potato head.. heheh i should start calling him tat k &lt;strong&gt;tasha tisu&lt;/strong&gt;.... heheheh... it make no sense yet i find it funny... my mind work in strange ways.... oh yeah congrats to MR potato head for passing his erm moto lesen thingy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wat have i been up to tis week? well erm... i rather no discuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it hurts to much to talk about it....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she is gone...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i didn't get to say my last goodbye...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at least now she dun have to suffer anymore... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never told u before... and now i guess its to late for it huh?....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love u... may ALLAH forgive all what u have done before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i ll see you eventually granny... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i ll see u then....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be studying rite now... blog soon people...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-7834926964744306135?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/7834926964744306135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=7834926964744306135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/7834926964744306135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/7834926964744306135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/07/elo-peeps_27.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-909018379437505023</id><published>2008-07-20T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T15:24:00.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps.. sebok je nak suro update pfftt... hehe.. anyways... its been a very very very very very( should i elaborate?)  week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;granny's getting worst( haiz)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got a job interview for formula one night race(yeay)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got a respond email from 4PM(Pfftt bercinta sak nak tunggu)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;met my mentee... (hurrmmm)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;well yest was like my initiation day with mentee... nama dier syafie( i  m not sure if tats the correct spelling but u guys get the idea) he is 14... minat rugby... the mum nama is lina... i call her kak lina coz she is like 31... which is quite young uh...she has a sister my age and already married with a kid... while she herself is a single mum. its sorta sad uh to see when a malay stick to being the stereotype tat most people put on dem... the poor kid probably juz want so fatherly attention coz they are like divorce and stuff.. now the mum has to look for a new home coz the ol house was sold to pay for the legal bill and debt... what can i say? i juz sat there and nod... sumtimes its best to juz lend a listening ear.... anyways... we had fun and games and such... the kids there look so freaking decent... but how they get themselves in such a situation is beyond logical explaination.. we had games uh masa the initiation... and i fell which was like really funny.. coz i was rushing to a chair.. and i had stomache juz from laughing.. funny giler.. den they play this game called invisible chair.... i ll post pic and vid on the next post... skg no SD card reader... hmm.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyways... granny been very very week lately... at least now she isn't tat drugged from morphine... anyways...its kinda hard for her... she is dependable on people to look after her, feed her and even change her diaper... i noe wat i say is going to sound so wrong but my granny is like super cute... i mean serious.. u should listen to the way she talk.. den when i feed her everytime, its like really really cute... ok i should stop saying tat.. ahakz! most of my relatives in singapore and m'sia came down to see her... well most of dem tat is... anyways... my aunts and dad take turn  to look after granny... yest was dads turn to teman her at the hospital... hmm... not going to see granny today coz i m really tired... i could barely open my eyes yest... today was suppose to be the day i finish up ALL my assignments... well good luck on tat huh... hehehe &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well blog u people soon uh... taking care ya! bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-909018379437505023?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/909018379437505023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=909018379437505023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/909018379437505023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/909018379437505023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/07/elo-peeps_20.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-7154136646566700867</id><published>2008-07-06T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T17:04:36.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... been blog hopping earlier and obviously, most of my frenz barely know me well yet... ok people let me summarize my character for u....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name : Nur Liyana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aka: yana... adek.. liyana... liy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now we begin... as u guys noe, i m pretty outgoing.... i m pretty good at disguising me as a snobby little biatch infront of my parents... and they still think i m a lady with little words(ha!) hehe... anyways... i do make plenty of frenz... juz few good ones... and i rarely get angry.. pissed off yes... pissed of to the maximum den yes... but infuriated, once in a blue moon... senang kata... i m like those sleeping volcano... however the difference about me is that .... i get provoked before i bust into a volcanic eruption... lets see wen was the last time i erupted into a fit of anger... hmm it would have to be the time wen min and frenz hide my wallet.... pretty bad scene...it involves the DM(mrs teng) oh yeah n another one was wen i betrayed my entire class of secondary 3 lets not get into details shall we... nurul aini bte mohd ali would noe wat i mean.. and aini! if ur reading, ur class owe me ice-cream ... yeah... i m a bitch wen i m angry... hell has no fury for liyana scorn... hehehe... anyways... like always... i tend to overpampered my frenz alot... and as u guys noe, i tend to do alot for my frenz... coz to me, i cherish my frenz alot... so wen i lose one, it must be becoz of sumthing big.... i can't help it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember once... in pri sch.. there was tis one gerl.. who was in my class in pri 4 and she really got on my nerve... i screamed at her and never spoke to her till i was in pri 6... yeah... it was pretty bad... she did apologize a few times in between the 2 years but den... knowing me, i find ways to hurt her even more... i remembered on in pri 6 my fren wrote an apology letter for me after wat she did... and i made sarah read it out loud so everyone would know wat she did to me... after embarrasing her, i finally did forgave her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point i m making is tat.... as time goes by... i really take no notice of all the small stuff my fren make even if it does bug me sumtimes.. but wen it gets out of limit, i will eventually be the most fugliest human alive... sumtimes that person i look in the mirror staring back at me, scares the crap out of me.. but wat can i do... thats juz me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways the purpose of me putting tis up is as a reminder for my frenz tat i m really wat i am... u should really have to put up some thoughts as to get close to me... coz i can eventually turn sumting i m not very proud of... onli wen my feelings are hurt beyond repair... i may forgive but trust me... i never forget... the curse of being me.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog soon ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-7154136646566700867?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/7154136646566700867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>elo peeps... its been about a week plus i haven't blog... i had fever(excuse...excuse) anyways we sort of celebrate tasha bday on the thurs.. wen her bday is actually on the 7th(prior plans made but den last minute semue kene cancel) hehe it was cookies galore for her...pfftt to think i had to withstand the silent treatment from her juz to suprise her.. pffttt... so.. anyways, tis week skool had this convention for army personnel tat wants to pursue education and stuff.. den they bring in the big machinaries... totally cool stuff... to think tat they would at least put some cute army guys on the job... sheesh.. but the machine was kewl... took a pic of one of the guy in action check it out :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0491.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/Photo0491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(the tree thingy in the pot thingy behind the swamp thing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe anyways i ll upload the pics of me,rab,tasha n sab camwhoring session next time.. to sick to upload it now in the mean time enjoy me shahiduh n tasha camwhoring session in thier lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0474.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/Photo0474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0482.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/Photo0482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0487-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/Photo0487-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah... i almost forgot.. yest kan i went for retail therapy kat city-square sorg2.. (yeah i like shopping alone coz i noe my own style) den i got tis cute hoodie sweater for like $13 gitu muai kan! hmm so gonna rock out skool on monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog soon ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-7619495647888324568?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/7619495647888324568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=7619495647888324568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/7619495647888324568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/7619495647888324568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/07/elo-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-8353241187553741147</id><published>2008-06-27T10:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:26:21.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... i been blog hopping recently and i came across this one quiz.... knowing me, u ppl noe how much i dun believe in chain mail and stuff... ape tah lagi such a quiz result... however, the result from this quiz sort of caught me by suprise.. i have never thought of myself in that way before... the quiz is called "GET TO KNOW YOURSELF QUIZ"... i had to ans a few question and they would generate a character for me... it started out as a fun thing but ended up wif me questioning myself.... alot....  so here is my result....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your views on education&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u see wat i mean! the last one really hit the spot.... i notice it too... through out my primary, secondary and teritary level of education, i ve been giving countless number of advices... ranging from BGR and family... and knowing me, u guy noe pretty well how i solve my own problems rite... i rather let it be and wait for things to get better on its own... or i ll juz be extremely bitchy toward the person i m having a conflict with( atiqah noes wat i mean whahahahaha)... like the quiz said... i rather solve problems with my heart and emotions rather den using the big glob in my skull which they refer to as "brain".. and let alone breaking down in tears due to trivial stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not like i dun break down... i do... but rarely...as for how relationship goes, mebbe i am commitment phobic... mebbe i have yet to mature when it comes to relationship... deep down, i noe i m scared, and i dunnoe the reason why i m... we juz wait for time to path my journey down the millionaire lane! ahahaha sempat aku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Tasha is turing the big 2 soon ahahahaha!! and to tink about it, i onli have a few more month before i turn to the big 2 zero next year.... which means everyone grow old tasha...!!! den after the big 2 we will worry about ur big 3 den big 4 sampai big Century!!! tat is if u live to see a hundred.... hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog soon ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-8353241187553741147?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8353241187553741147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=8353241187553741147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8353241187553741147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8353241187553741147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/06/elo-peeps_27.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-4771313309466812179</id><published>2008-06-20T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:45:03.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... i again felt like not blogging coz i dun have mucho too say.. onli tat last week i had to stay at my uncle place in hougang to look after his cat ( spoilt feline) and also my granny who was hospitalized( spoit gra... eeh wait, tats not rite). anyways... i had to cancel one lesson wif my new tutoring student... name sakinah.. she is juz adorable in her own way... anyways... nenek been very very frenly wif all the trainee nurses from ite.. however there was tis one nurse who manage to piss me off juz by talking... not tat he is a matrep or anything but he is juz soooo selenger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: dek amekkan straw bole?(since granny juz had an operation, she can't eat solid food onli drink clear soup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male Nurse: uuh? Buat ape?(look at me wierd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nak kasi nenek makan sup pakai straw..( obviously rite! takkan nak garok pantat?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male Nurse: aah? ouuh okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppfftt... stupid-nada... anyways... SINGFEST is coming soon but the ticket are super duper expensive butt!!!! there are big names coming over to the tiny red dot country...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;panic at the disco!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;simple plan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;travis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stacie oricco&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ONE REPUBLIC!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ect....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;its like star studded event tis year!! but den.. the tix are like super expensive... haizz $200 for one measly ticket... and tis is wen my heart breaks(*cue smashing sound*) there is always next year... (heart still breaking)..... anyways... next week skool start.. i can't wait to meet my minions... eeh i mean my frenz... heheehe... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have so much to say.. but i m disorganize so i m not gonna say it.. hehehe my brain work in strange ways.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;blog soon ya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-4771313309466812179?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/4771313309466812179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=4771313309466812179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/4771313309466812179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/4771313309466812179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/06/elo-peeps_20.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-4962292657572975374</id><published>2008-06-08T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T14:44:42.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps! skool holiday! yeay! anyways... guess wat! i got myself a tutoring student... yeay! so anyways, i ll start my teaching job on monday which is like tmr... excitedness...! its not like selalu i get to tutor people and get paid... i do most stuff free of charge( &lt;em&gt;thanks to my family yang suka berjasa ngn orang and i become the handywoman)&lt;/em&gt; like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;housekeeping ppls pcs and laptops&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ajar anak orang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;repair  toilet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;angkat barang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ect...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;i would love to list more but i have very very short memory spam... anyways... my student is   a primary 2 student. Nama dier Sakinah, nama bapak dier Ali... I have yet to meet these people.. and i really really hope the kid is not a pain in the arse... hehe... knowing me, i tend to be alittle tough on people... well more on students... so i m getting $160 a month, which is okay la... enuff to cover my excessive expenditure... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyways... i been putting on quite a lot lately.. my tummy is soo out of perportion... need to cut down on eating.. and exercise alittle... need to! its a must! i shall keep tat my top proirity... anyone care for a game of badminton? hehehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;back to the tutor topic, it takes me like 2 freakin days and countless number of registration at countless number of tuition agency before i get this one teeny tiny assignment... but at least i m not dead broke like most of the days... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haizz need to get my assginment done by the first week so by then, i ll cover more grounds by the end of the break... gee! i wonder why i didn't think of this diabolical plan before... hehe i juz had to squeeze in alittle sarcasm to release alittle frustration... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went shopping yesterday... wif my aunt n cuzzin... first we went to MOM(need to settle sum stuff for my aunt's maid) den we went to bugis street to get jeans for my younger cuzzin(hilman) had to get jeans for a skinny pairs of legs... so made my aunt buy him skinny jeans... n that enhanced more of his chopstick legs... den after tat... we went to mustafa since we can't find anything else.... dena after mustafa, we went to beach road to get a sling bag for my uncle..(&lt;em&gt; he insisted to get a sling bag that is of the same shade as his pouch)&lt;/em&gt; of coz i had to selit in some sarcasm in that whole situation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MY UNCLE: ah pek, u got sling bag same colour as my pouch?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ah pek: got got! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: uncle (ah pek), got any safety boot of the same colour as his(my uncle) pouch or not?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my uncle work as a ermmm sumthing to do with technical stuff... i dun really figure why he need to have the same colour for both his bags... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyways after beach road, we went to expo to the john little sale den finally, we went to simpang bedok... at least we manage to reach home before my hips dislocated... hehehe.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;blog soon ya! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-4962292657572975374?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/4962292657572975374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=4962292657572975374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/4962292657572975374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/4962292657572975374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/06/elo-peeps-skool-holiday-yeay-anyways.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-2145562593165740823</id><published>2008-06-01T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T23:16:51.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... so it has almost been a week since i last blog(&lt;em&gt;like as if anyone of u cared pffttt&lt;/em&gt;) anyways... granny was hospitalize again.. for the umteen time tis year... (&lt;em&gt;stoopid and simpleton cuzzing tinks its all my family fault tat my nenek is stressing padahal my grandmother keeps getting admitted in the hospital everytime she goes to their place... stoopid @#$%&lt;/em&gt;) the nurses are okay i guess very frenly... my nenek laugh at their jokes (&lt;em&gt;but in true fact, she has a hearing problem and she can't hear if u were talking to her as per normal&lt;/em&gt;.) when she don't even noe wat they saying...  anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i notice tat i hate fridays( love mondays!) wanna noe why? coz on fri, my teacher decided tat he had more fun picking on me den asking question to random students to ans his questions... gee! i wonder who would tot of tat... so instead of asking the other 31 student in class, he decide to ask me ALL the questions in the tutorial... MACAM SIAL KAN! what do u do when someone ask u....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is "h" ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, as all normal sane engineering student would noe, u would have to look up the ASCII chart... but no... he expected me to memorize the stoopid chart and tell him the ans on the spot... stupid @#$%..... so as i fumbled with the notes and trying to ans him, he look soo farking pissed off coz he thinks tat i can't ans his stoopid question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE HELLO! I KNOW HOW TOO READ TAT STUPID CHART BUT I PREFER NOT TO ANSWER YOU COZ YOU WERE RAMBING AWAY ON HOW INCOMPETENT I WAS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den to add the icing to the alreadi blood soaked cake, he decided to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You noe wat really piss me off? u have spend almost 1 term in my lesson and still don't know how to read the ASCII chart, what's the point of coming to my class? don't come better rite...i can gurantee you will not make it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... those horrible words run though my head like a broken record of a very very badly composed song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly tat was extremely degrading...&lt;br /&gt;and please la... i m not that demented as to not know how to read a freaking ASCII chart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he soo totally ruined my mood to continue with school... or life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT TOMMY TAI! U ARE OFF MY FAVOURITE TEACHER'S LIST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-2145562593165740823?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/2145562593165740823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=2145562593165740823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2145562593165740823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2145562593165740823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/06/elo-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-8217593091975588517</id><published>2008-05-26T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:21:32.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps "&lt;em&gt;berkaliku nyata ku sayangkan padamu namun kau masih membisu... kau tak mengerti ingin kau ku miliki, kau menghantui hati ini!!!"&lt;/em&gt;  ok i had to do tat... ahakz! talk about ear worm...( its not an infestation in the ear okay! plis eh) anyways... i miz u all la.. u miz me tak? hehehe(tak tau malu abes nie anak) anywho..., nutthing much happen to me... like always... not shocking... the reason for me not blogging for a very very very long time is becoz... i dunno wat to write about.. (coz my life in mundane) anyways... whats up wif me for the past 3 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;still single(pffttt)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;found Rabiatul Adawiyah Bte Yusak!(yeay)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;enroled as 4PM volunteer(yeay!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;made new friends(weee!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyways... school like always, suck big time... tasha(or as i like to call her TASAH it rhymes with basah) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;a poem for tasha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nama dier natasha;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cikgu panggil dier tasah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate a girl call fasha;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tasah rhymes with basah;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tadaaaa!!! hehe... the budding artistic liyana....i noe its lame okay so dun comment... anyways... it will be boring uh wen dey all grad next year april.... i ll be all alone... (tears brimming, cue violin) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;all by myseeellfff &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dun wan to be all by myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;animoreeeee!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but heck graduating soon... haizz.. time fly so fast... soon before i noe it, i ll be working, den i ll be married.. den i ll have chewren, den have grandchewren... den i die... haizzz anyways... my aim for the next few years is to get more life( more den wat i have rite now which is like miminal)  isk .. isk... isk.... i dun wanna grow up dammit!! i dowann!!! pfftt... the hard truth of life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;blog soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-8217593091975588517?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8217593091975588517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=8217593091975588517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8217593091975588517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8217593091975588517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/05/elo-peeps-berkaliku-nyata-ku-sayangkan.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-4431990417948770574</id><published>2008-02-03T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T01:19:09.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... didn't feel like blogging but i felt bored... celebrated my burfday wif frenz... thanks uh tasha n sab for the ice-cream.... no pics coz my new lappie giving me prob.... no mood to celebrate tis year... pointless of having a bash to remind me tat i m no longer gonna be a teenager... pffttt.... anyways thanks u guys for the wishes.... tasha was piss coz i had to rush off for my job interview... if u guys were gonna tell me ur plans den mebbe i won't make any arrangement on tat day... but den like always, tasha could only stay angry for a while.... hehehe... we should do tat again... stuff ourselves wif ice-cream... hmm... i really dun feel like blogging bout the bastard on the MRT  pointless of me being irritated... they were juz being jerks in the wee hours... lemmie settle my bluetooth thingy before i add any pics.... anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog soon ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-4431990417948770574?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/4431990417948770574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=4431990417948770574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/4431990417948770574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/4431990417948770574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/02/elo-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-5383098668094193145</id><published>2008-01-19T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:15:06.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;elo peeps... agghh!! i still have yet to have anyting interesting to say... ok so nothing to say den i ll juz put pics.. ok fair enuff?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/R5IEZuNLEsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jJKk1B0sRGs/s1600-h/Image(582).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157189363239162562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/R5IEZuNLEsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jJKk1B0sRGs/s320/Image(582).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok well i have to say sumting here.. see the indian couple there... well THEY PISSED ME OFF!! please la... ur in a public bus... dun try to act romantic infront of people coz it ain't pretty to see u trying to grind urself on each other at one point, the girls head was rested on the guys lap( disgusto!) watever she was doin i oso dunno... i dun intend to noe... eee if i ever was to see, i would fork my eyes out.... and shoot my head.... sheesh well next pic is more comforting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/R5IFP-NLEtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1DrUtWcQXtI/s1600-h/Image(595).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157190295247065810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/R5IFP-NLEtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1DrUtWcQXtI/s320/Image(595).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe yeah(drool alittle) cute kan nie anak! anyways tis is haikal(say hi  everyone) he is one of the most baik guy around the engineering school... he is very the pendiam and he dun talk to girls... tis is the kinda guy tat u would want to bring home to show to ur parents coz he is totally baik and sembayang..... now go oogle at him ok.... i ll blog soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog soon ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-5383098668094193145?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/5383098668094193145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=5383098668094193145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/5383098668094193145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/5383098668094193145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/01/elo-peeps_19.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/R5IEZuNLEsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jJKk1B0sRGs/s72-c/Image(582).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32605035.post-579865819187504259</id><published>2008-01-17T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:59:34.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... happy belated new year... wahahahha  yeah i really couldn't be bother to blog... need to get rid of my internet obsession.... pfft.... anyways how have  u peeps been? oraite? ok good! anyways.... nothing new happen to me lately juz tat i m going through another change in style... yeah... the same transition tat happen long time ago wen i went into sec sch... i guess since i m getting older, my taste in stuff changes too... school sucks as always... and i m graduating wif the oct intakes since i failed a few of my subjects... oh wait! did i wrote tat before? i can't remember... anywho.... so sick of being the frog under the coconut husk( erm is tis the correct term?) i intend to work during my school holiday... well obviously, i lack true frenz.... my fren circle is getting way to small since my frenship tend to fade as  years gone by... pfftt... yeah... emo crap! anyways... i nid money to support my fashion parade ( as wat my parents call it since i take forever to get ready to school every single freakin day...)  at school. anyways.. hardly seen any u guys around... we should meet up one day... ok takmo byk xcuse.... well u peeps see each other everytime cuma me je... rite rite.... i always go excuse to go out... well if i weren't stayin so freakin far, i won't be making or giving genuine excuses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... korng turun jb uh... we can go on a spree!!! wheeee! ok la tats all need to go class....*grumble grumble* taking care....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog soon ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-579865819187504259?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/579865819187504259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=579865819187504259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/579865819187504259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/579865819187504259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2008/01/elo-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-3300959401858259841</id><published>2007-12-25T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T00:46:14.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... i m in a sucky mood rite now... yeah to tink tat i actually forget atiqah's burfday... actually kan... i remembered... den... i was too engross in alvin n e chipmunk tat i terluper... i m sorry atiqah! i m a sucky fren!... been blog-watching... haizz... after months and months, onli today did i find out that nadiah is attached to a malay guy... I KNOW I M A SUCKY FREN...  i m sorry... i guess i ve been so engross in my own world tat i didn't find time to look into others. anyways congrats to yasmin... cute niece... i want one juz like urs... hmm if onli departments stores sell infants... mcm mainan plak eh... hehe... anyways... i joined tis overnite script writing competition  and we kinda cheated....(wen i said we, i meant me n my fren) erm he ajak me.. and since i had no plans wat so ever, i was like heck ok lor....(who is this he?.. erm his a fren from projek cerpen... erm go c manja january edition... he is like the youngest contesteant tat won... the gloating @#$%^%) anyways,  we were suppose to mit at orchard around 5.30 and knowing him, confirm lambat giler... so i went even later.... wahaha! he ended waiting for me for like 30 mins.. well its only fair.. anyways, we spend like a few hours doin the stoopid script... so the rest of the time we were mostly fooling around(not in any immoral manner!)... anyways, it was hard to concentrate wen u dun get any sleep... u noe me... wen i dun get my sleep, i tend to get alittle crazy... well more crazy den usual... not to mention tat i have bear the agonaizing pain in my ears coz he was a ziana zain fanatic... he will find ways to put on a ziana zain song from his song list... seriously we joked so much tat my stomach hurt from laughing so freaking hard... we walked out of that place(scape) at 8 am... and orchard road was empty... .hehe kinda wierd... like some freaky ghost town.... had breakfast at mac since most of the food areas aren't open yet... and i wasn't feeling good anyways...  so tats all ... to bad i didn;t take any pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog soon ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-3300959401858259841?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/3300959401858259841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=3300959401858259841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3300959401858259841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3300959401858259841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/12/elo-peeps_25.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-3518129100055619671</id><published>2007-12-06T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T23:50:18.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... i juz feel like writing today... and anyways, i have decide not to put security... unless some faggot decided to enter and wreck havoc at my blog... like last time remember... anyways, i ve nothing to blog about everyting is the same like always... school is the same like always... did i mention tat my sister is still a retard? well there is no improvement in tat area yet... anyways... i wanna recommend some song for u peeps to hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;flo rida ft t-pain: Low&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chris brown ft t-pain: kiss kiss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;natasha bedingfield ft sean kingston: love like this&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;natasha bedingfield (terasa aku): soulmate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jordin spark: tattoo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;and to those tat are feeling gayish and wanna listen to gayish song and wanna hump a dick or rub boobs wif the same gender, listen to this song then &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shayne ward: If its ok with you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wahahaha... please do it behind close door... dun ruin my appetite k peeps...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;blog soon ya! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-3518129100055619671?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/3518129100055619671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=3518129100055619671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3518129100055619671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3518129100055619671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/12/elo-peeps_06.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-2579131528341062275</id><published>2007-12-05T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T11:01:28.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps.. I HAVE CONCLUDE AN OLD TRADITION THAT WILL CHANGE THE HISTORY OF MAN KIND! *EVIL LAUGH* with the help of my good(yet goofy) fren sabrina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so after an hour of idle meeting, we have bring foward the old old age question, &lt;strong&gt;" kenape pontianak ketawa makin kuat masa jauh n makin pelan masa dekat?"&lt;/strong&gt; well as intellectuals. me and Sabrina have dissect that area and thus concluding... (after much much laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever, plan a practical joke and the IDEA itself is oreadi funny. well same goes to the kak P. they actually choose their victim(yang penakut giler like Nur Atiqah Bte Mohd Ali for example) and they plan wat they wanna do to scare them... so when the idea and a projection of how the whole scene is going to be carried out is running in their head, they will laugh at how funny it is going to be... but they tend to forget that their voice is loud( so they will juz laugh kuat kuat) so upon scaring the poor pathetic souls, they will sneak up(still laughing) however wen sneaking up on the victim, the anticipation somehow get to them and thus unabling them to stop laughing... so how to solve this problem? they decided to cover their mouth with their hand to muffle their voice. however it is still audible.. thus solves their mind boggling qsn on how come when far their voice is loud wen near their voice is soft...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then explain the scratching sound on woods and stuff they tend to make wen scaring people?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple... u see, wen they try to scare the people in the house, they will sneak up somewhere and get ready to scare... but then the victim, sense tat the kakak is there so their plan is busted! never did they thought to actually get caught.. coz they plan it so thoroughly. so it was unexpected thus making it extremely funny that wen they laugh, they aren't actually scratching the wooden panel or watever non living things that they scratch at, they are actually slapping the wood coz its soo funny since their nail is long, they will unknowingly scratch the wood. basic physics people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &lt;strong&gt;yeah! then explain the sand throwing wen they are around?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so easy tat my brother can ans this qsn. they onli reason they do so is coz its so funny that wen they laugh rolling on the floor coz the idea of scaring people, they start to tepuk lantai. so since in the olden days, the rumah kampung is on the sandy areas. they are still unaware of their unnatural strength, the impact of their hand to the floor sends sand flying all over....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one last qsn... why do they cry sumtimes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm easy.. coz their plan have been foiled and the victim don't feel scared... so it sumhow saddens them tat they have fail as ghost to implant the feeling of being scared. so the feeling of failing as human and failing as ghost got to them making them burst into tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its easy to read the characters of the kakaks... lets see to conclude from my, professor Liyana, thesis, the kakaks are very merry bunch but however, they suffer from low self-esteem(like many gerls all around the world). i shall bring foward this thesis to the nobel prize headquater and get my million. it is onli fair that if i get it , i shall share it wif my minion.. eeerm i meant my fren sabrina.... i shall come up with more ground breaking conclusion the next time k ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog soon ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-2579131528341062275?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/2579131528341062275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=2579131528341062275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2579131528341062275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2579131528341062275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/12/elo-peeps_05.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-1937633848501395725</id><published>2007-12-02T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:06:38.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps.. hehee.... sorry for the late updates(like as if u peeps been reading anyways)  so anyways...i dun wanna talk about the whole ryyan incident... coz most blog are about him... no offence, he was a nice guy and a great fren but i dun wanna make u all like sad n stuff uh... lets juz say he is in our memory. even if we get all depress about his whole departure, he still won't come back in one piece... if u peeps still can't get over him, think of it as.. he migrate to another country and will not be setting foot in singapore anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... enuff wif the awakward sadness, well whats up wif me? erm nuthing much juz exam.. oh yeah i didn't win the projek cerpen... now tat was depressing... especially wen u fren win and gloat like no ones business... u can say tat i am a sore loser... but heck, even if i try to be happy, i m not... i did try telling myself "menang kalah adat pertandingan" but still it doesn't work. saddens... i noe eventually it will pass but heck... juz now, when i was watchin suria(i m boycotting singapore mass media) mcm terpress gitu uh, sekali they showed the showcase... it was hard for me to watch it coz i felt the winners were taunting me.... IN TELEVISION... sumtimes u try hard no to get it to ur head but its kinda hard... and i m nt even gonna glimpse of manja magazine coz got their faces... and did i mention i m not listening to malay radio channel until after the projek cerpen short story drama... which will be showed on january...  i was thinking of writing a novel for a novel melayu writing comp.. maybe that will keep my mind at ease....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why uh but i m begining to enjoy writing very VERY much.. i guess i miss writing karangan.... i think i m going crazy anyways... mane tau one day i will become a award winning writer... ahaha .... baby steps liyana... baby steps...anyone wanna contribute ideas are free to do so.... ehehehe.. i was tinking of writing about frenship(something we all have lost touch with). about tis 3 frenz then they had their own problem.. one has a boyfren who keep trying to change her into something she's not but then she willing coz she sayang him(typical gerl) another going crazy about her weight problem.... and last family expectation too high... the whole story is suppose to project about the gerls esteem... so anyways.. need more punch in my story... feel free to tag my board.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog soon ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-1937633848501395725?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/1937633848501395725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=1937633848501395725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/1937633848501395725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/1937633848501395725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/12/elo-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-6825073338151340465</id><published>2007-11-04T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T13:18:45.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... sorry for like never blog for ages... been bz.. anyways, i have a confession to make .... yeah well.. the reason y i couldn't make it for the last raya outing coz i was in a competition. yep... it was the projek cerpen..... some of u guys noe, some of u don't so yeah... it was okla... quite interesting uh.. we start the day wif registration then we had the opening ceremony and the briefing... nasib my face never kelua tv... malu giler... (padahal dalam hati nak! pantat tol) then there was a performance from UMBARA ft man toya. at first i tot it was a boring typical song but then after awhile, i was actually kinda touch by the story... mcm nak nangis pun ada but then, i was like control it!!! so basically afta tat, it was us pretending to run to go get our envelope wif our name on it for the tajuk and the storyline we haf to do... i basically spend 24 hours tulis cerpen(excluding the 30 min i spend to sleep kejap) serious sey penat giler... we had meals every 2 hours ahaha... lame kan... pastu kene amek attendance every 2 hours jugak... so lepas amek attendance, we were made to eat every single time sey... anyways, i got close wif some of the contestant one is a 15 year old gerl called rahayu.. tengok pesada seni uh she is the gerl yang ckp " too overwhemling" interview siket peh lama, and the onli thing yang kelua was too overwhelming... sedey siot! ahahaha... it was fun uh...there is a vid of the performance from UMBARA. part 05.42 is funny pasal semue da tepuk tangan ingat da abes performance tapi padahal cuma pause... yang tepuk tangan(which was me too!) paiseh giler sey... lolz... enjoy the vid and blog soon ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1UuYhewy17Q&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1UuYhewy17Q&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-6825073338151340465?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6825073338151340465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=6825073338151340465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6825073338151340465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6825073338151340465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/11/elo-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-2957672617253918125</id><published>2007-10-14T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:09:26.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... tis year raya is officially the most boring of all time.... tisk tisk... sadness... anyways..... remember i promise to let u guys see the shade i bought for raya kan... ok so let us call upon syirin to model my new shades... *clap hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/Image479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes peeps.. as u can see.. its a generic flaw... all my cousin have flat nose and has no nose ridge.... and another flaw is tat... we all look like one another tat... we can actually be mistaken as siblings... ok tak caya kan... tengok pic my cousin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/Image480.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so which 2 are siblings? nop nop... not the two gerls... its the boy and the girl on both left and right are siblings... yg cute yg terselit kat tengah2 is my other cousin...from another uncle.... and they say i look like my cousin wen i was young.. the genetic vicious cycle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well blog soon ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-2957672617253918125?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/2957672617253918125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=2957672617253918125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2957672617253918125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2957672617253918125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/10/elo-peeps_14.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-3383000290029035757</id><published>2007-10-12T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T02:45:56.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... sorry hadn't been online much... been bz wif raya prep...(like as in any one of u cared)... anyways, nothing much to update.... coz nuthing much happen anyways.... been wasting my life away in front of the tv... got sick of the internet...nuthing new here anyways... unless u guys want me to share the boring detail on how i did my spring cleaning... wiping the large glass frame wif detergent n newspaper.... squeezing between the wall n the cupboard juz to dust the hidden areas... crawl under the living room wooden chair to vacuum out the dust underneath it( like as if anyone wanna go crawl there n inspect... well cleaniness is next to godliness... watever tat means...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways kan gerls...(and the occasional guys) *sigh "here goes"* its time for the SEEK FORGIVENESS segment... as u guys noe, i m always leavin the forgiveness at the end of the fasting month usually coz in case i decided to mengumpat pasal any of u people at the last minute... but tis year i m going to do it a day earlier... yeay! ok so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear fellow frenz,&lt;br /&gt;    I, Liyana aka Liy aka Yana, meminta maaf kepada semue yg telah tersinggung atau merajuk dengan telatah saya yang kadang2 kasar.... oleh itu, di hari yg mulia ini, saya, Nur Liyana, ingin memohon maaf dari ujung rambut hingga ke ujung kuku kaki(more further) jikalau ada melukai kawan-kawanku serta rakyat-rakyat jelata di Singapura dan di seberang tambak dengan tindakkan seberikut;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;memaki dengan tidak sengaja atau sengaja.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mengumpat dengan tidak disedari atau sedari.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;memarah tanpa sebab atau bersebab.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;terkasar bahasa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tersimpan perasaan dendam dengki tanpa disedari.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;terfitnah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;terbohong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;others(specify urself eh)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;oleh itu, marilah kita sesama muslim(chewah!) meraikan hari dan bulan baik ini tanpa pertelingkahan ... BRING PEACE IN IRAQ! POWER TO THE PEOPLE....!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;blog soon ya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-3383000290029035757?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/3383000290029035757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=3383000290029035757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3383000290029035757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3383000290029035757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/10/elo-peeps_12.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-8514426915838544</id><published>2007-10-08T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T00:28:36.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... anyways, remember how irritating i was wen i was in sec sch... yes the liyana that never did want to give up... selalu nak menang... well guess wat, i had the most suckiest convo yesterday.. and it was wif jason n his gal frens.. i perfer to call them female dogs... hehe... seriously kan, never had i ever blow up in anger like tat before sey... u can imagine how sucky i was treated... some people can't handle jokes... dumb*toot*.. anyways, imagine there was 6 Shortgungagaks and one of me.... yes defenseless me... well that got me thinking.... this is the reality of the world... no one is gonna be ur frenz... everyone is a mean bitch/bastard.. i dun wanna be stuck on my own... maybe i should re-evaluate my character.. i will try to be less annoying and TRY  not to win in every arguement...even though it kills me.... i had a glimpse of the real world... it truely is horrible.. can u imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u are at ur work place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u said something random....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the whole office  can't take it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone lashes out at u .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single one gangs up against u....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur back against the wall as everyone circle around u ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is saying something but yet u can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur head spins mercilessly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then u scream....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eveyone stopped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they look at u and slowly they smile... and start giggling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whispering wif one another and left u .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignoring u and pretend u dun exist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onli after tat conversation, i realised, how important my frenz were... they are always there for u to lean on wen the whole world is against u ... how i take my frenz for granted... ok from now on, i ll try to be more matured and sensable... yet i m still keeping the lame and nonsense liyana... contradicting? i think not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog soon ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-8514426915838544?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8514426915838544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=8514426915838544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8514426915838544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8514426915838544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/10/elo-peeps_08.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-2903480449700644059</id><published>2007-10-06T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T01:00:39.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... so anyways since i m still in the school holiday mood, i tend to get bored easily... so anyways, if u guys been lookin at most my pics, u would see... me and some international celebrity... thanks to me hideous photo super impose technic... tak percaya? ok meet me and chad michael murray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/chad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup... most of my frens manage to comment on it...they sound something like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"*laugh**laugh*asal kepala kau mereng?*laugh**laugh* mcm mayat siak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i tried my luck wif tat guy from gilmore girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/mat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all i get was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"*laugh**laugh*siak ah kau*laugh*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the last straw was me and usher... i ve to admit, tis is pretty funny. i laugh so hard creating tis picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet me and usher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/usher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they manage to squeeze some sentence out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"*laugh* asal kepala ngn badan kau lain kaler*laugh* mak kau sakit perot!*laugh*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i stop for a while... dreams shatter... until recently... i manage to control myself from the attack of hysteria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet jason pereira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/jp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes lookin all manly in his red shirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now meet an indian model from india... i suppose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/redsari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now to work my magic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*KABOOM!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/jasonp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U hafta agree wif me... tis is better compared to the ones above rite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok people laugh it off... try not to pee in ur pants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog soon ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-2903480449700644059?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/2903480449700644059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=2903480449700644059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2903480449700644059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2903480449700644059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/10/elo-peeps_06.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-5565655134682594694</id><published>2007-10-03T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T17:18:56.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... feelin sucky today... juz got my result... i studied my MCT like fuck and still fail... where did i go wrong oso i dunno la.. my PRFW which i studied like last minute leh pass... mcm merepek kan? well i guess its ok... i m juz a slower learner... still there is time for improvement... what the heck, i dun care anyways, i m juz gonna take my time and pelan2 kayuh.... by the time i graduate i ll be like 21.. no rush to get married anyways. maybe i won't graduate wif my frenz but at least i graduate pe... its not like i wanna quit straight away or anything. i dunno... my parents will never be able to accept my decision... like always... no suprise there...anyways, enuff wif the emo entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bugis wif sabrina ngn natasha... tasha wanted to go to sungei road.. so we went.... and it was boring as hell... most stuff are juz junk... don noe how u can go there go get the vintage stuff... there were some vintage stuff... but most of it is juz junk... seriously...so we went then to cityhall to go get some stuff for raya... anyways, i had survey that area before so i know tat there is this shop selling totatlly cool shades... it was $15.. okla worth it... i got one in white... they say it suits me... maybe it does... anyways i ll post the pic of my shades soon...after tat, i tot of goin to go get jeans... so i told them that i wanted to go to those shop at peninsular plaZa... but sumhow sabrina wanted to go see skinny jeans... so we went to this shop at peninsular shopping centre and look around at the jeans when the shop assistant came up to me and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do u want to get skinny jean too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uh? got skinny jeans my size?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes... would u like to try?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" uuh okla..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried like a few.... finally got one tat fits me perfect...paid like $30 for it... i say tats quite a bargain...got onli 1 first, maybe if i like wearing it, i ll go get another one...hahaa... more trunk for my junk, or should i say make me look boo-tehlicous....ok tats juz corny...afta tat we walk to bugis and then to arab street were i got my kain for my kebaya and finally, the last place we went was hajjah esah to go eat.... wen suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LIYANA!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ek? min! hehe join uh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the five of us sitting and like always, yasmin nyer makanan lambat... ahaha... i emphasis LIKE ALWAYS!so afta our food, my leg was hurting like hell... maybe becoz of all the walking... at least my shoe wasn't giving me problem... if i keep continueing my window shopping habits, i will lose weight in no time... ahahaha.... well blog soon ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-5565655134682594694?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/5565655134682594694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=5565655134682594694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/5565655134682594694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/5565655134682594694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/10/elo-peeps_03.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-2568750281666485800</id><published>2007-10-01T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T00:52:07.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps.. well friday was fun... coz i rarely go out wif the girls... laugh our ass off most of the time.. other then the annoying abg kedai tat was flirting to get me to buy their food(mcm la sedap sangat) keep calling " adek pakai spect leh kenal" nenek dier la.. not to be bitchy or anything but firstly, where is ur business etiquette? u dun flirt with customers... dun u people remember ur first golden rule "DON'T MIX BUSINESS WITH PLEASURE" sheesh.. other than that and the time when freddy from nightmare in elm street anta yasmin nyer makan lambat( i swear that girl was going green and probably gonna start tearing her clothes off mcm THE HULK.. hehe nanti raya aku mintak maaf eh min)it was all fun.. nak tengok gambar then nudge me.. malas nak upload.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk all the way from beach road to arab street... tak sangka dekat giler.. mebbe becoz we were laughing through out the whole journey that we didn't notice the distance... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out wif the girls is really dangerous coz never in my whole life, walk in the middle of the road on a busy arab st lane... hehehe .... like i said semue badan mcm besi kalau kene langgar ngn kereta pun bole hidup... so afta walking to arab street, we walked to bugis... and we walk again through bugis village and we walked to the mrt station  and then we all went home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up my parents at my uncle place first then went home... that was wen my daddy dearest came up wif this idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"adek nak masok Ratu Jumbo? diorg amek orang gemuk2 uat pagent" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh"(&lt;em&gt;biar betol bapak aku nie...?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"first place dapat RM$5000.. adek taknak ke"*senyum cam kerang busuk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"merepek uh tak payah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok pe.. kakak menang 5 ribu, adek menang 3 ribu(2nd place)"*still senyum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*diam je*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok here is wen the mix emotion comes into the picture... am i suppose to be flatter that my dad thinks i m pretty enuff to join a pagent khas for fat people or am i suppose to feel insulted tat he wants to me join a fat pagent so i can stay fat FOREVER and not to mention the notion of me winning 2nd place and my sister win 1st... is he saying i m uglier compared to my sis...happy or insulted? i m not sure... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes u juz wish tat parents don come wif a sense of humor.. pfftttttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well tats all for now... blog soon ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-2568750281666485800?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/2568750281666485800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=2568750281666485800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2568750281666485800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2568750281666485800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/10/elo-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-8404110268695027610</id><published>2007-09-26T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T13:05:55.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps.... juz finish my last sup paper yest.. there is a high chance tat i won't pass it... oh well... i dun care... anyways. u guys must be wondering wat i ve been doing since my holidays... well its been a hectic month for me... i was inspired to write a book... tak percaya? serious.... ok this is juz the book cover... tell me wat u think about it ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed name="For Dummies" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.blingcheese.com/generators/for-dummies/dummiebook.swf" width="415" height="512" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="samedomain" wmode="transparent" quality="high" myw="'285.35&amp;amp;myh=" flashvars="h=The art of Annoyance&amp;amp;t=Guide to create lame jokes&amp;amp;b=from the bestseller author of  'Annoyance 101' &amp;amp;a=By Nur Liyana&amp;amp;d=BLINGCHEESE.COM - Create your own "&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wat do u think? nice rite... yeah... anyways... i still have tons to do before raya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-get shoes&lt;br /&gt;-get bag raya&lt;br /&gt;-get vintage shades&lt;br /&gt;-get contact lenses&lt;br /&gt;-stock up my makeup bag&lt;br /&gt;-get accesories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last part is almost done juz need to get some cool lookin round bangles...pffttt.... soo much things to do, so little time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog soon ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-8404110268695027610?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8404110268695027610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=8404110268695027610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8404110268695027610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8404110268695027610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/09/elo-peeps_26.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-2554424510859264472</id><published>2007-09-21T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T15:37:52.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... hmm i ve been getting lots of unknown taggers in my blog.. very angry taggers... but hey, i m not going to flip or anything, nie kan bulan baik... so instead of going to go all crazy, i m goin to be the better person and apologize for erm... well... ermm....  oh yeah... for not goin to go wif ur suggestion to change my gender to become a man... ahaha... and erm sorry tat muka babi lagi lawa n ayu then mine... (pegi suro babi tu blog uh) n last but not least, my decision to still tengok the cermin though u warn about the cermin retak.... juz for u, i will change my pic... never have i done tis before but yeah i m gonna do tis, meet stokin my long lost cat... enjoy the pic k... or mebbe u have a better pic in mind, gambar babi mebbe... do drop in a suggestion in the tag box... dun worry i m not angry nor pissed.. i was but then i would be no different from u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, to update u peeps, i ve gone to ubi after months of persuasion from my parents ( and the death threat from my dad if i do not wish to comply to his demands on getting my own liscence) i had gone and get my BTT date... its on nov 30... hmm.. at least i ve a reason to skip classes.. hehe...went there wif sabrina n her cousin... erm tak salah sab called her noi.. anyways, we had to wait a long freaking time coz their num was 622 and the counter was then serving 584.. tak salah... anyways, we joke like a lot( u noe me, i tend to get carried away wif my jokes) then wen we got bored of laughing, we sat quietly and waited... that was wen i notice the machine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the machine was this thingy tat they use to see whether ur colour blind and ur check ur eyesight... the machine was quite tall and it was placed on top of the counter... that was wen evil thoughts run in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:" sab, kau rasa kau leh tengok yg  mesin tu tak? tinggi tau"&lt;br /&gt;sab:" uh? erm bole uh"&lt;br /&gt;me:" kau nak aku amek stand or sumthing so nanti kau senang nak tengok? aku rase cam kau&lt;br /&gt;          tak sampai je"&lt;br /&gt;sab:" kau jgn kasi aku nervous"&lt;br /&gt;me:" ayo sab!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumhow through the conversation, her number was called so she went ahead to the counter.. i sat there wif her cuzzin.. i was armed wif my hp cam to take a video of the winning shot... and i was not dissappointed... well good news is she manage to look through the mechine without and help of a stand, bad news is, she had to tip-toed and i had a video to prove it... hehehe freakin hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to sabrina: " be nice or i ll post ur dreamy look pic and the video online ahahahaa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats all for now, to the shortgungagak, its ok, i forgave u :)... blog soon ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-2554424510859264472?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/2554424510859264472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=2554424510859264472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2554424510859264472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2554424510859264472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/09/elo-peeps_21.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-1455215589637353367</id><published>2007-09-16T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T20:24:00.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... bored stiff, nothing much to do at home, been in the dump since i got my result, failed half of my subjects. talk about sucky... so as i stay home and try hard to study, i done or see or hear  anything interesting... i m basically home bound... need to get out more often... anywho, remember that blog i told u about... yeah the critic blog,  i m no longer a huge fan of it.. coz for once, the material are getting a little stale... i mean u can talk about fat honry people once in a while, but it gets kinda stale... its still funny though, juz stale... well tats my view, dun wanna get flamed by his diehard groupie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i finally got out of my house... though onli for 3 hours, its still worth it.... so sick of the i-look-like-a-begger-casual look, i decided to dress up.... and guess the reaction i got from my parents dearest...they laugh their ass off.. yup... thats wat they did.....they said i overdress...thanks uh.... my mum took the tv remote control and pretends its a mike and ask me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kenape adek dress lawa2 nak pegi pasar?" then she pointed the mike to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no comment"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfftt... dun u wish sumtimes parents dun come with sense of humor...anyways, after sending my dress to the tailor to get the zip fixed, went to pekan nenas(as u guess it) to go get nenas... no puns intended.... got home and went to sleep... well tats all... i ll blog about my boring life again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-1455215589637353367?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/1455215589637353367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=1455215589637353367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/1455215589637353367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/1455215589637353367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/09/elo-peeps_16.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-8895407474370635853</id><published>2007-09-12T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T23:18:22.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps, back with vengence.. nah... since puasa is like tmr, i won't wanna add more sins to my list of sins... watever tat means... anyways, i ve been busying (is there even sucha  a word) moiself wif working...nuthing much but juz helpin my aunt out at her shabby stall at amoy street.. sumhow, after working wif chicken rice all this while, i dun feel the urge to eat chicken...sumhow lose appetite at the sight of it.... heck i lost all my appetite....i guess when u handle chicken too long, u tend to get sick of it... hmmm... anyways, working wif my aunt was a ball....had fun... i get to meet so many people and lain org, lain ragamnyer... sumhow this one uncle left a lasting impression on me... and it ain't a good one...  i m gonna call him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balding uncle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to u guys at the first look, he is juz another malay uncle in his 50's working at an office in the CBD area... but he is actually simon cowell in disguise.... hmmm i mean, heck!, i juz started helping my aunt out, i ve yet to learn the art of chopping chicken... well sure the chicken may look minced... but the taste is still there rite.... well wat happen was, i was happily chopping chicken yesterday, wif full concentration and determination to get the chicken in perfect condition to the customers(well maybe i have overdone myself a little), it does somehow look minced, balding uncle turn to me and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uuh dek, potong ayam tu tak payah kasi sampai hancur eh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eeekk"(my reaction)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignoring his comment and continue my work... sumhow, he decided to test my patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" harap muka je lawa tapi tak pandai buat kerja"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stared at him at the corner of my eyes as i swing the chopper higher and basically bring it down hard.... if he wanted to be mean, he shouldn't  bother trying to "compliment" me... yeah i do realise i look like crap wen i m at the stall... waddaya expect? heels? a dress? maybe a power suit? i was too distraughted to even do my work properly... cut sum slack on the learners pehlease.... i have officially hate chicken rice...so i guess wif tat revelation, i m bound to lose a few kilos by staying a safe distance from all the chicken hehehee..... there were some nice people there... like the nenek jual air, she rawks... the nice office people tat were patient enuff to wait for me to manhandle the chicken... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i ll update soon... before i go, i wanna make amends... maklomla bulan baik so must be baik, hehe... to all  i m sorry for being totally flippy, especially to&lt;strong&gt; someonewhoreadsmorenow, &lt;/strong&gt;they say, u always have to fight evil wif kindness, so i m gonna be the adult and do the appropriate thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m sorry if my sign off line is similar to jason aka The Critic. I m sorry that my fatness offend u. I m sorry that i dun support fat n horny people. I m sorry that my body excess fats make u envy.. I m sorry that i misunderstood ur tag... will u ever forgave me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog soon ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-8895407474370635853?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8895407474370635853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=8895407474370635853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8895407474370635853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8895407474370635853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/09/elo-peeps-back-with-vengence.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-4661920790558495334</id><published>2007-09-09T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T23:40:00.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... sori for the late entry... oh well today i guess is the most happiest day in my entire life... coz someone actually read my blog awww... how nice of u ....and to make it even better, wrote an insult on my tag... awww tats so sweet...so anyways, since the person tag oneself as someonewhoeverreads... so this person can be retard or the few of u that actually reads my blog which is juz a handful(my suspicion is on retard) aniwho, the last time i flame someone is like 3 years ago on frenster... ingat tak min tat time we gado kat frenster.... anyways..... now back to business...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as u read on the previous entry, i told u about this blog i soo smitten of in the last few entries, anyways, i ve been an avid tagger there since.. but sumhow, i m not suppose to be mean, i m suppose to side all the fat people in da world since i m also fat... yeah i ll side with u guys but only some of u .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the few which i ll side and defend is the simple girls who are like me too, fat, and are nice n not those minah rep fat and horny... please eh... like i emphasise, i like everyone except those who wanna be horny n sexy at the same time... like the peribahasa, kerana nila setitik, rosak susu sebelanga.. juz becoz of this few ppl, all fat people are stereotype to be horny people... a fren of my even confronted me " eh yana is it true all plus size people are horny"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see wat i mean.... anyways to whom it may concern, i dun care if u hate me for hating my type of people..what justice have those buncha of people bring me? nothing...! they have onli been nothing but humiliate us fat people... go be whores all u want but please.....do it behind close doors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to whom it may concern, i m being real and honest with myself, if u known me long enuff, u would noe wat type of person i am.. yes i admit i show no interest in horny plus size ladies, but at least i m not a hypocrite... don't tell me, u go around armed with flower petals and shower people with love... everyone has their own glitches... some clothes compliments u and some don't... and these people tend to love size 0 clothes.... so am i  suppose to sit down (like u) and smile(like u ) and ignore the reality of the situation(like u). who the fuck do u think u are and come to my blog and tell me that i have no originality and i m signing off like jason? juz becoz one entry look like his? well guess wat, as pathetic as u may seem and waste ur time to come to my not so humble little blog, i m honor by ur presence coz now everyone noes that there is a living hypocrite among us.. i m sorry for u, sorry tat u can't see past ur little pride.. go ahead... hate me... i dun care.... the more u hate me, the stronger i get...for your info, i feed on ur annoyance and anger... so feel free to hate me.... coz i for once, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fucking love it...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-4661920790558495334?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/4661920790558495334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=4661920790558495334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/4661920790558495334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/4661920790558495334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/09/elo-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-8054568652610288160</id><published>2007-08-25T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T15:55:30.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps.. so its been like ages since i wrote in... big deal.. sheesh.. anyways, i have like tons of pic tat i wanna show u guys tat i ve been secretly taking in my portable little handphone hehehe.. no worries its not sum naked pic of young teenage girls humping their male counterpart... eew~ ayways. call me nuts or watever, i dun care.. i guess that is wat makes my boring dull life goes round... anyways.... scroll down for pics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/Image280_1.jpg"&gt;http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/Image280_1.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup this is wat i m currently feeling rite now... stressed up... and i have a t-shirt to prove it!! aahaha....NEXT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/Image313.jpg"&gt;http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/Image313.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun giggling at this uncle in the bus... please eh people sleep with ur mouth close.... u dun wanna have me to post u sleeping with ur venus flytrap open... moving on NEXT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/Image376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice this cute funny lookin bug when i was havin lunch in school.. the bug is like very colourful.. anyways, enuff about the bug... next.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/Image341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after having fun taking pic of the sleeping mouth gaping uncle, i saw this truck... i assume that their work is pretty boring... get it.. ahah bored and... never mind.... next....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/Image344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok can anyone spot the thing tat is buggin me the most... yes... u guess it rite.. the bangla in the pink girly blouse with cute lacy pattern on the sleeve... am i the onli person who thinks tat he is tryin to reach out to the public to confess his gay-ness??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/tabby_julita/Image462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well honestly speaking, there is nothing wrong with this boy... he is like totally cute, the reason for posting tis pic is that.. i saw the mother and the mother was not tat pretty but look at the boy!!! he will grow up lookin totally hot... i m the first to spot him so yeay to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats all for now... gotta go study... blog soon yall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-8054568652610288160?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8054568652610288160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=8054568652610288160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8054568652610288160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8054568652610288160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/08/elo-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-7961794072053029180</id><published>2007-08-17T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T13:58:10.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ouh my gawd! oh my gawd! this is juz in people.... MS(MUKER SCRAP) AKA MY CLINGLY AND FICKLE EX BOYFRIEND, IS ATTACHED! SHOCKING RITE!! AHAHAHAHAHA .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and to think that he is finally over me! wootz! anyways, go to his friendster if u guys wanna see him.. go to my profile first then click on his profile in my friends list... his nick is boy... he is the crappy face dude.... anyways, i like totally bump into him yesterday but he didn't see my... nasib sey... would probably pull a "the hill bitch slap" scene there... he tindik telinga... eeewww disgusting... i pity the girl... if only she noes the real him.. i give them 3 months most...sabrina gave him lesser... before they break up tat is... ahakz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wat really bugs me is tat.... "HE HAS A GERL WHILE I M HERE AND ROTTING WITH NO BF WATSOEVER"... its aite though... i still have like sabrina to keep me accompany if i grow old and has no one to love ahahaha drama siot aku... niways, check out this blog totally love wat he did to his blog... http://thatbloodycritic.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-7961794072053029180?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/7961794072053029180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=7961794072053029180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/7961794072053029180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/7961794072053029180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/08/ouh-my-gawd-oh-my-gawd-this-is-juz-in.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-5729962695861577100</id><published>2007-07-27T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T21:36:43.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exam is like around the freaking bend... so much thing to learn so little time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poor brain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-5729962695861577100?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/5729962695861577100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=5729962695861577100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/5729962695861577100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/5729962695861577100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/07/exam-is-like-around-freaking-bend.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-6359948762198827706</id><published>2007-07-21T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:46:46.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... kau!!! on tues was the worst day of my entire life.. seriously sey...lemmie begin the story la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a tuesday, i was at skool like always... so da kul 9.15 so i masok uh lecture... dengan confidentnyer.... lec hall kosong... uiks! aku salah lec theater ke? errmmm kelua balek pastu check... betol uh lt44. then i saw a note kat projecter... my maths teacher MC... nenek dier la... 4 hours break...haizz... so i made my way to the lib... lepas tunggu jap, tasha pun kol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tasha: eh liyana lunch ngn aku....&lt;br /&gt;me: uh ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pas makan semue, still got time pasal still break... so me ngn tasha gi lib pakai comp... so setelah pakai sekejap, helmi muncul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helmi: eh korg takde kelas ke?&lt;br /&gt;me: takde nape?&lt;br /&gt;helmi: ouh same la aku pun nga break..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so setelah nak dekat 2 jam dok kat kerusi, pantat ku terase kebas so dengan pantasnyer, i stood up and jalan2 kepo nengok2 comp org.. then i went to helmi nyer comp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: waaaahhh rajin kau pegi OLE site...&lt;br /&gt;(OLE tu sejenis website skola kalau nak revise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tunggu 5 saat sekali takde response.. so i look kat comp tu... NURHIDAYAT...&lt;br /&gt;sape sak nurhidayat? dier uatkan quiz untuk kawan dier ke? so i look at him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAK KAU! SALAH ORANG!!!!!AKU SALAH TEGUR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so kalau nie bukan helmi, mane sak helmi? ruperupernyer, si pantat tu dok kat opposite site of the table... tengah concentrate kat comp dier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy look at me one kind... probably trying to remember who the heck am i...&lt;br /&gt;seriously, my face was like super duper red.. so i took my hp and wallet n jalan.... tasha pun look at me one kind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: tasha aku nak gi toilet tolong jagakan barang aku...&lt;br /&gt;tasha: uuh ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so selepas berjalan ke arah lif, n out of sight, i kol tasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kring kring&lt;br /&gt;tasha: elo&lt;br /&gt;me: tasha tolong log off kan comp aku ngn bawak bag aku gi depan lif...&lt;br /&gt;tasha: uh? asal.....&lt;br /&gt;me: kau tengok lelaki yg dok depan helmi tu...&lt;br /&gt;tasha: uuhh asal ngn dier?&lt;br /&gt;me: aku ingat tadi tu helmi so aku gi tegur...&lt;br /&gt;tasha: wahahahahahahahahhaahahaaaaaaaaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so selepas puas ketawekan me for like 3 min gitu, tasha bring my bag n we were walking to the class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helmi: eh yana! oi mp3 kau...&lt;br /&gt;me: oh yeah terlupe jap..&lt;br /&gt;tasha: helmi u nak noe sumthing?&lt;br /&gt;helmi: ape dier?&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;diam&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tasha: tadi yana gi tegur yg dak laki depan kau tu... dier ingat kau, sekali salah org...&lt;br /&gt;helmi: ouh ahaha aku ingat kau kenal sak lelaki tu masa kau bobal ngn dier&lt;br /&gt;me: diam la ... enuff k muker aku da merah padam sak tadi&lt;br /&gt;tasha ngn helmi: ahahahahahahhaahahaaaa&lt;br /&gt;continue for like the next 5 mins gitu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afta skool, i was goin to the bus stop... tinking wat could probably go wrong....so masa tengah jay-walking, i terslip dari curb n terjatuh kat road.. confident abes.... nasib i move fast kalau tak i would have lost my ass coz a car cam lintas gitu... dah gitu lutut scratch n was bleeding... sakit siot... aggghhh bingit uh... cian kan me rite kan kan kan......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-6359948762198827706?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6359948762198827706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=6359948762198827706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6359948762198827706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6359948762198827706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/07/elo-peeps_21.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-2071403609354200242</id><published>2007-07-13T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T11:50:55.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. First off, what's your name?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nur Liyana Bte Zaaba&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Okay, but what does your bestfriend call you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yana.... usually tat or "bastard sak kau!" ehehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Have you ever kissed someone withbraces?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eew&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Who is the fourth received call on your call log?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jo... he is sorta getting on my nerve pffftt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. If you could change your eye colorwhat would it be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yellow... cute kannnn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. What is the wallpaper on yourphone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me.... i m a self-centred little imp&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. How many pillows on your bed?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;one big square pillow, 1 rectangular pillow and 2 bantal busyuk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Who was the last text message yousent to?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;iman... juz a few minutes ago&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. What color is your shirt right now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;white &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. What was the best thing thathappened to you last year?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pass my o level&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Who's the fourth person on yourcontacts list?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amal... the person who gave me this questionnaire&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. When was the last time you criedfrom laughing so hard?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a few days ago... coz of sum pic i had in my hp&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. What school did you attend insecondary ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;woodlands secondary school... bring back memories...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Do you have a crush onsomebody?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmm there was tat guy in my maths class but not anymore... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Who was the last person that madeyou laugh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me and tha gerls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. Do you like Quiznos?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wazzet?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Who do you make fun of the most?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;everyone....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. What's the longest you've evertalked on the phone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;errrrrmmmm from dawn till dusk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. Do you think you've gottenprettier/more handsome sice gradeschool?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nop... juz more mature...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. Have you seen your best friendcry?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not recently... hmmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. Do you dance in the car?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yup... who cares aniways&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. What do you think of hunting andfishing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;treasure hunt then mebbe...  love fishing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. Do you and your best friend actalike?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nop... totally opposites&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26. What is a noise that you cannotstand?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;screaming and bossing.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27. Does your mom vacuum early in themorning, when you're sleeping?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes... usually its my dad who would vacuum in my room... pffft&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28. Are your parents in love?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eew....~ next!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29: At what age did you get your mp3player/ipod?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;last year i think&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. What do you hear right now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;audio from madtv&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;31. Would you rather sleep at afriend's or have them over?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;at frenz coz most of them dun wanna travel abroad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;32. When was the last time you wrote anote, and to who?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;centuries ago...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;33. Has something happened where youhonestly thought you were gonna die?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yup.. when someone else was about to die.... scary....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;35. What do you smell like right now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dunno....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;36. Do you have a hard time admittingyou're wrong?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no... coz i m never wrong... duh~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;38. What shoes did you wear today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yup my surfer's paradise black shoe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;39. What makes you lose your appetite?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;is tat even possible?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;40. What color is your laundrybasket?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have 3 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;41. Does your mom make you wear awinter coat?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no... giler pe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;42. Does it contain fur?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah as furry as a black indian ass&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;43. Do you own any Hollister polos?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nop.. wait... yep nop....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;45. How do you like your steak?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cooked...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;46. Who's in your house right now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dunno... i m at skool&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;47. Where did you get your last bruisefrom?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dun have any&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;48. Where did you last go out to eat? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;few days ago...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;50. Is there someone you can't stop thinking about?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;must it only be 1 person je... i m thinking of a few rite now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-2071403609354200242?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/2071403609354200242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=2071403609354200242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2071403609354200242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2071403609354200242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-7208790135617870108</id><published>2007-07-06T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T22:02:07.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps...TGIF!! which means i have pass thursday the day i dragged most... to think tat it couldn't get any better.... we had a peer evaluation thingy tat we had to do... and since i noe nuts about my group, i had to give them a rating for all the given criteria(0 for bad and 5 for good) and at the goodness at my own heart, i gave them 3,4 or 5 rating... wat really ticks me off is tat the comment they gave me... they told me to " CLARYFY MY DOUBT" and " stop saying irrelevant things" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck! never did i say anything irrelevant u stoopid bitch... aggghhh&lt;br /&gt;frustrated sey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets not talk about them uh... they so fucked up... i hope they all die a horrible death dasar....#$%@Q@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niways, to make things worst, my ex, the mf, msg.. maak kauuuuu u guys noe wat he do, he took almost all of my pic kat frenster and put it on his frenster then pretend like nothing is fucking wrong.... nabey betol... an advice from 2 frenz... one told me to get even by tagging him along and makin him feel like there is still hope between me and him padahal tidak another fren told me to ignore him... torn between ruining his life and ruining mine... hmm forget it uh buat stress jek....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo not in the mood to blog funny... see la becoz of "THEM" i m cursing in my own blog.... !#@#$@%#^$%Y^$^@$$#%@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=3894204943547329002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3894204943547329002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3894204943547329002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/06/too-tired-and-in-whole-load-of-leg-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-5298558830290543435</id><published>2007-06-19T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:30:14.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... so its been like centuries since i last wrote in... coz i feel so sucky afta tat incident tat i dun feel like writing in... niways, i m soo in love  wif this sing tat how i freakin wish sumone would sing me tis song, at the beach sambil strumming a guitar in front of my frenz juz for me! sweet kan! mcm if any guy were to do tis for me then tanpa segan silunyer, i will juz pounce on him and give him a hug! haiiizz fat hope sey... but no harm dreaming....how i wish a guy was willing to do sumting as sweet as tat for me...like singing me a song or making me laugh wen i m sad or wen  i m lonely, sekali&lt;br /&gt;kring... kring( hp la duh!)&lt;br /&gt;me:hello&lt;br /&gt;him: nape nie u? y so sad... i can sense dari sini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aggghhhhhh sweet neh~! benci gue.... well no guys ever did such things... dumbass.... anyways kan, lemmie summarise all the funny thing happen at skool tat i never blog about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me at kelas wif my new found fren aka kawan radiyah nama jup...&lt;br /&gt;jup: kau dok ane?&lt;br /&gt;me: aku dok johor..&lt;br /&gt;jup: kau dok jb? waahh aku rindu uh pakcik tu....&lt;br /&gt;me: eekk? (dekni gay pe?) pakcik ane?&lt;br /&gt;jup: pakcik jual burger ramlee luar city square...&lt;br /&gt;me: ouh ok sedap eh? (ingatkan gay... sotong tol uh dekni)&lt;br /&gt;jup: a'aa yg tempat lain tak sedap sangat... da lama aku tak masok jb&lt;br /&gt;me: ouh al kisahnyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at pasir ris park tengah study lak&lt;br /&gt;sabrina: ek siak uh detu yg tadi ajak aku kenal2 tengah high aku rase... diernyer breath bau gam and dier tengok aku cam lovesick sey&lt;br /&gt;me: itu la aku da ckp jgn layan kau degil..&lt;br /&gt;sabrina: eee tak minat aku....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mat gian glue tu tengah pekik2 kat background...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mat gian glue: sabrina.... sabrinaaaaaa...SABRINAAAAA.....&lt;br /&gt;sabrina: eh yana jalan laju2 uh.....&lt;br /&gt;me: kan senang kau suro aku lari....&lt;br /&gt;mak gian: EH SABRRIIINNNAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;sabrina: step pekak uh&lt;br /&gt;me: suke ati kau uh nak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then kat bus stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: eh sab, cuba kau bayangkan.... sekali eh mat gian glue tu kan muncul kat sini ek pastu naik sama bus...&lt;br /&gt;sabrina: kau jangan kau... mulut kau masin sey&lt;br /&gt;me: aku suro bayangkan je... ape kau buat....&lt;br /&gt;sabrina: aku buat bodo je...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mat gian glue tup2 muncul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: sab! i m so sorry! hehe mulut aku masin&lt;br /&gt;sabrina: siak uh kau....(muka cuak)&lt;br /&gt;me: aku rase diorg tak nampak kite uh... uat bodo je uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skali bus datang, diorg naik bus tu dulu....&lt;br /&gt;me: sab! diorg naik sama bus... and again, sorry.....&lt;br /&gt;sabrina:(diam je)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tats the two incident tat happen yg i remember coz its like funneh~! tats all uh malas uh nak type panjang2... taking care ok buhbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: mat gian glue tu tak hensem eh... dier ade taik lalat besar giler kat idung dier... cam mane sey org nak concentrate bobal ngn dier... taik lalat dier is soo hypnotising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mat gian glue: u will now take off ur clothes and do the mr bean dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hypno victim: (staring at the mole) yes master!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bastard sak aku... dahla aku diam... and to nadiah the winner of ANTM is caridee... CARIDEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-5298558830290543435?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/5298558830290543435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=5298558830290543435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/5298558830290543435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/5298558830290543435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/06/elo-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-6132938538730662327</id><published>2007-05-23T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T11:46:42.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... so niways, tis few weeks is gonna be so hectic sey... exam da dekat la katakan, so many formulae to remember. so many research to do, so many project to do wat the heck! i got like tons of test.. barely have any sleep the past couple of days... and probably have to suffer for like the next two weeks... pfft... made time to blog since i was already in the library doing my stopid project. niways, i juz got contact lenses! weeeee!!! no more spects for me for the next 3 months... haizz... the next two weeks, i have to go stuff my brain wif so info again... maklomla da nak exam... did i juz repeat myself? i guess so... nie pun lepas balik nak kene uat my research on the stoopid mct project which i m going to go through for the next 4 hours tml! the horror!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so niways, i have to go now, oh yeah i watch the last season of ugly betty and i m going to spoil the ending for u guys coz if i m not happy, NO ONE IS GOING TO BE HAPPY!! henry stead ngn betty pastu amanda found out that she is fayes summers nyer anak, alexis ngn daniel got into a car accident, henry tak jadi stead ngn betty pasal dier ngn ex dier ade anak but the anak is not his but someone else and their are going off sumwhere far... kakak bettynyer matair kene tembak so we dun noe is he dead or not and haf to wait for season 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok tats all bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-6132938538730662327?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6132938538730662327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=6132938538730662327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6132938538730662327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6132938538730662327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/05/elo-peeps_23.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-8930943015833983109</id><published>2007-05-18T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T00:16:32.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... da mcm bertaun eh aku tak blog.. sebok jek suro update... haizz maklomla kan busy gerl.. niways kan korg2 yg cam menyebok gitu kan, the race between number 1 and 2 is over yeay! num 1 da lama mengilang, kene telan ngn his work mebbe... num 2 i tot pun da ilang wen suddenly... i got a msg on my hp recently,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hi remember me?"(msg on my hp la)&lt;br /&gt;uuuhhh sape sak nie, num tak kenal...&lt;br /&gt;"uh no u r?"&lt;br /&gt;"its me nik"&lt;br /&gt;nik mane lak nie....&lt;br /&gt;"ouh uuuhh ok"&lt;br /&gt;"dulu we selalu tok... i miss those times"&lt;br /&gt;sape sey nie... bile sak aku bobal ngn dier?&lt;br /&gt;"i can't recall..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:.....@hotmail.com"&gt;.....@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouuuhhh... niways, i was like watever la eh.. still in contact uh skg but nt tat always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hate skool, i mean heck sey got so much assignments and quizzes and projects, i have tis class call microcontrol technology(mct) and the people are like fuck! i hate my group member... metang2 diorg dari ite and i m not part of their class, they look down on me... wat the fuck sey, then got tis gerl, pakai tudung, mak kaauuu... mulut mintak kene sepak... she was cursing and swearing the whole time.. and i was like imagining ripping the bloody headscarf from her head, kalau nak maki2 then jangan pakai... so hate thursday... 4 hours of mct... and i so hate the teacher... i hate mct and tats final~! drag myself to the kelas every thursday after noon... at leastkan my computer programming is not tat bad its like the most funnest(if there is even such a word) class ever, there is bib, aisah, liyana,liyana,amal,aini(there is 3 liyana including me in tat class) and helmi... i guess helmi is ok.. he is a nice fren.. maybe i juz misunderstood the hair and the creepy i-m-going-to-stalk-u look. anywho, tasha da jarang join me for lunch, she always lunch with a group of guys whom i have no idea who.. anyways, i guess now i m closer to sabrina, we share tons of stuff together and we are like really close, as for me and tasha, we kinda drifted apart a little.... not so much juz a little... maybe i ll try to get amal to join our group lolz... hmm love skool but sumtimes its a little to much... sorry guys today have no mood to add satirical or lame jokes in my blog... i guess today is serious liyana day..its either tat or the timing is juz way off.. tengok uh wat time i publish tis post... bluddy hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-8930943015833983109?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8930943015833983109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=8930943015833983109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8930943015833983109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8930943015833983109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/05/elo-peeps_18.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-4605469360728618125</id><published>2007-05-02T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:30:59.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... i m now at skool. becoz of a stupid long jam at the jb immigration, kenela bertapa dalam keter wif my mum...niways, today is not tat bad... other then the traffic jam at the normal expressway and the fact tat i m shivering my ass off coz its rainig and its freaking cold and i didn't bring along a sweater... compared to fri of couse... now TAT was a sucky day... lemmie tell u a story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a friday, i finish my class early at around late 12-ish... then i took a bus no 69 to this paticular stop in front of masjib al-ghufran(i jus put the al coz i dun remember was there an al or not....niways) suddenly, my handphone ring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kring...kring...!&lt;br /&gt;me: elo..who speaking?&lt;br /&gt;tasha:yana!! buku takde!hidup aku takde makna! tidaaakkk!!&lt;br /&gt;me: releks tasha! mengucap.....! alamak bus! tunggu jap! aku nak naik bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then wif one hand holding the hp and the other trying to take my purse out.. and my bag kept slipping off my shoulder... anyways, after tat tiring effort trying to multi-task, tasha put down the phone(pffffffttttt...)so after settling down on a chair(cey! cam compo la pulak) tetibe, bus tak pusing!!!! ingat bus di hijack almost paniked wen i notice, i took a 69 bus which means, i m going back to skool...which means i took the wrong bus... which means, i m making a big circle from skool to mosque back to skool... but then instead of going down, i juz stay on the bus till it reached bedok.... da sampai bedok, i had to take a bus erm tak salah 87 or sumthing like tat uh to hougang..(going granny house!)so after wasted my money on another bus ride, skali, bas langgar orang... thanks eh!!! they gave us tis complimentary tickets.. so as i made my way to the bus stop by FOOT!, it rained cats and dogs... cam pantat! worst day sey... then traffic jam... then kene nagg... haizz... anyway, tat day was over thank gawd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niways, i wanna write more tapi takot kan kalau korg2 cam malas nak baca panjang2(dasar pemalas satu2!!!)n i oso malas nak type... so its a win-win situation... ok bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-4605469360728618125?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/4605469360728618125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=4605469360728618125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/4605469360728618125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/4605469360728618125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/05/elo-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-4489631697342795153</id><published>2007-04-21T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:40:20.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... so its like going to be 2 more days before skool reopen.. yeah! my heart pumps all the excitement....anyways, been thinking lately on how fast time flies... i mean it felt like yesterday i was 13, savoiuring my 1st day of secondary school... that was wen i discover the pow wow ring... it was pretty stange to me of course... i actually thought we had to sit in circle for the morning parade ceremony. then there was me... lookin all helpless in the sea of raging hormones and walking puberty dinamite.. i made my way to the end of the parade square where my class was places... so many faces and to think about it now, these people i talk for the 1st time in my entire life turn out to be my frenz till the end of time.. yeah we had our shares of emotional turmoil and drama... which is of course usually me being the overdramatic sensative drama queen... lets not touch on that like ever. HEY! everyone have their own set of issues aitez!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, wat i was trying to say was... i miss being young... 2 years from now, i won't be a teenager anymore... much more responsibility yada yada yada... and soon before i know it, i would be talking bout my family and the stress i suffer from work instead of who is hot, who is pretending to be nice, wat is the latest fashion in town, the latest update on guys i m crushing on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g&lt;br /&gt;me: " did u see that? he was looking at me! and he borrowed my pencil.. he is soo into me"&lt;br /&gt;gal-pal: " yeah, i could have sworn he was leaning over to take the pencil...he likes you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get wat i mean..., i juz wish teenage life was longer.... instead of 20, they can come up with 10&lt;br /&gt;(2nd cycle) everyone is forever young....instead of making an age limit of 5-12 for a colouring competition, stretch it till 30 so everyone can feel young...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you noe wat, there are ways for us to feel forever young....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;date a primary school boy(that way, u can hang out wif his friends and feel young again)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;instead of talking like normal, drool at the end of every sentence, un-friend anyone who offended you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tie you hair into 2 ponytails and swing it as you walk...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wear contrasting colour combine outfit even the blind can see... and to put the kiddy effect to it,%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so before i end, i m leaving you wif some pic i took like centuries ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-4c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376158575436&amp;amp;site=widget-4c.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:350px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=28&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=288230376158575436&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4c.slide.com/p1/288230376158575436/bb_t028_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://widget-4c.slide.com/p2/288230376158575436/bb_t028_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-4489631697342795153?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/4489631697342795153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=4489631697342795153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/4489631697342795153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/4489631697342795153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/04/elo-peeps_21.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-2083732175058650106</id><published>2007-04-20T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T16:04:04.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... SKOLA START NEXT WEEK! YEAY! never felt so excited to go to skool... well if u're chained at home for like 2 months, then anyone would die to go to skool... so anyways, check my timetable, dun have tat much classes with tasha(awwww) but i got maths with azmil(yeay!yeay!).. if u guys dun remember, azmil is the guy i had a crush on sem 1.2... we are like meant to be together or sumting... (someone slap me!) got the same maths lec with him... and faz...dammit! sebok sak faz.... he is ruining a good moment... to think about it, i ll end up in the lec with most of the guys from the previous sem...they probably ignore me again... pffftt.... anyways, tasha end up wif khalil so i m kinda sorry for her... sabrina n me got some classes together... i so miss her...i got like tons of classes with rad so yeay! get to go lab wif her and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my skool gears all ready(except my contact lenses.... i used most of my money on shoes n bag) i got tis pink(yes pink! i m no longer cerewet, and the shoe is nice... tat is the onli pink ting i have rite now so back off!)shoe and this bag with chic ladys printed all over it... cost me like RM60 in total....i didn't want to buy the bag but it juz scream my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BUY ME! BUY ME! I'LL LOVE YOU IF U BUY ME! BUUUYYY MEEE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like all human being, i can't juz leave a poor helpless bag screaming mercilessly uncomforted. so i bought it... i juz wanted the poor bag to have a house for it to call home... i ll save up again to get my contact lenses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hug bag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i m already on talkin terms wif wan...sopi... yeah... go read his blog to noe wat we did.. i didn't want him to come along then my sister(retarded as ever) called him and invite him along... then he did said sorry so yeah its was like ok.... for now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the 2 guys, i dunno... i like the 2nd one... but he got a bit perangai...1st so caught up wif work... pfft....at least wen i stare at azmil, i get to see a lil of the 2nd... they look alike..... coolness kan... ok enuff.... blog wen i feel like it.... love much bitches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-2083732175058650106?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/2083732175058650106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=2083732175058650106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2083732175058650106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/2083732175058650106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/04/elo-peeps_20.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-574656030644812106</id><published>2007-04-11T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T16:43:14.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps.. so its been like ages since i last wrote in.. anyways, nothing interesting happen... everyday is soo mundane.. pfft... anyways, i went to the doc... he gave me medication for my ears.... i dun think its working... coz rite nw i m in a cyber cafe(so very m'sia word!) and the people here are LAN gamers... so u can juz imagine the volume each computer... no wonders the cibots always pekik wen they talk... haizz... i m going to probably if no one is going to settle the internet bill... korg banyangkan they never send the bill for like 2 months... 2 MONTHS! and they cut the internet connection suke2 ati nenek diorg.. piss off... haizz...  and did i mention kat sini bising giler... mostly dak skola.. stop it eh wen i was in sec i dun run around at lan gaming places and lepak... so the m'sia...  sheesh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ll probably blog soon coz if i write anymore, i might be accuse of racial slurr... pfttt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-574656030644812106?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/574656030644812106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=574656030644812106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/574656030644812106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/574656030644812106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/04/elo-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-1226696829559545995</id><published>2007-03-30T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T23:33:35.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;elo&lt;/span&gt; peeps... so yeah i dun think anyone noes my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;webby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;url&lt;/span&gt;... lets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; say, my secret is out...yeah... lets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; say my secret is out of the bag...my mum got hold of my blog... she says i press print and poof it came out of her printer... to me, tats &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; load of crap... anyways, u guys should see my face.. i was like pale white and stuff... gosh... she read about the 2 guys.... my dad knows about it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; they are talking about it rite now... yep u heard me rite, they are talking bout it rite now... they dun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; tat i m actually eavesdropping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not wrong to be smitten by the opposite sex.. they been there and they noe wats its like... i m not going to affect my studies.. oh yeah tis is juz in... and i was rite.. they dun have any confidence in me... ahahaha juz heard tat... anyways, back to me, u guys noe me well... i ve grown out of those shallow phase... i noe how to juggle my own studies... well i m gonna make sure i ll guard my blog wif my own flesh and blood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i m in KL rite now... i m bored to death... neither my sis or my cousin is going out.. so i m bored stiff... as for the 2 guys, i dunno... i juz wanna give up on them... bunch of NATOs (no action, talk onli) been planning to mit but wen? dun ask i dunno... i juz give up...lets juz see how tis whole drama going to turn out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog soon, bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-1226696829559545995?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32605035.post-3649136736922459871</id><published>2007-03-26T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:26:12.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... i m bored... going to sg tis wednesday.. go doc.. my right ear seem to be deaf.. i keep feeling there is water in it and it won't come out... agghh frustrated... anyways, i was helping out at my aunts shop wen tis crazy dude went in.. funny and scary! we couldn't understand wat he was talking about, he was putting random words together... anyways, he got free food... and i was like peace dude! ok enuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't do nothing much..i m like wasting my time watching House MD.. hugh laurie is sooo hot.. ok the show is like CSI breed with Scrubs.. its funny and yet interesting... its like they get a super hard case then they gave the patient medicine.. the patient get better but then he get worst or probably even die, then they shock him back to life, get the correct medication, the person get better and they get the credits.. did i mention hugh laurie is hot... oh yeah i did...ok now i m finish drooling... u guys can catch the show at &lt;a href="http://www.peekvid.com"&gt;www.peekvid.com&lt;/a&gt;. gotta go.. going to continue watching my house series&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-3649136736922459871?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/3649136736922459871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=3649136736922459871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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still have 2 guys on the chase....anyways, i dun wanna tok about them coz tis blog is about me and not about them... so here  i am today all alone at home yup u heard me rite... i m all alone in my double story terrace house... my bro, aunt, dad and sis went to KL juz to do my sis University application form...sheesh... anyways, my mum had to work and they are going there naik kanchil... so yeah i was left behind... mummy dearest wanted to bring me out to eat at sakura kat orchard today... but heck like always, i dun have the mood to go out coz i m sengkek of cash... so i juz stay home and write a blog for u guys who have nothing better to do...anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to blog about accept its still puzzling why the fuck is my sister adding my contact in msn... motif? we are like in the same house and wen one use the comp the other can't so like duh! anyways, hope my sis get a scholarship to go study at australia.. its not tat i want her to get a better education its juz tat i want her AWAY! AS FAR FAR FAR FAR AWAY AS possible... the further she is, the harder its will be for her to come home so the better for me...as for KL, its like 5 hours drive... she will becoming home every term break, wats worst, every weekends... sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i reali envy you guys sey... ur parents are like so openminded bout u guys havin a relationship... whereas my parents are as conservative as uhhh as... caveman and cavewoman... sheesh... my sis 21 and she is like bfless... my mum got married when she was 21... see the large difference.... my parents probably thinks the appropriate age to get married is 40... they will kill me if they found out i have (i dun of course) a bf... probably they will make me master the art of the harakiri....  dun noe wat tat means, go check the dictionary...ok la tats all for today, i ll blog soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-3991228345449744380?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/3991228345449744380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=3991228345449744380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3991228345449744380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3991228345449744380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/03/elo-peeps_22.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-4345351455245114744</id><published>2007-03-18T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:04:19.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... so yeah i been talking to my fren hedayah, and he said he is not good looking so thats why he is single... i was like wat the f? so i told him of i was not in any mess rite now, i would flirt like crazy with u... he didn't believe me so he ask me to ask my fren... so skg korg tengok gambar nie n tag me.. is he hot or not?                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/Rf1EC6b9sBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vTv5Yijwdsk/s1600-h/Image(158).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043261974561796114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/Rf1EC6b9sBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vTv5Yijwdsk/s320/Image(158).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;so anyways, went to nabila's bro wedding.. it was like a blast...(other then the fact tat i went to the wrong CC) stoopid husin sa'ban.. or however u spell his name made jokes bout me... lame eh... and helviana's bro, hafiz sang 2 song... one is sonata musim salju and the other was ermm i can't remember... tat song was dedicated to mr raqi... get to see my old skoolmates like nasir, nab, din, uuuh... the guy yg adek kak hanis, and seri...oh yeah i forgot to mention rahman... anyway, had a conversation with rahman wen my brain glitched.. he ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" liyana, johor nari jam eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" uh nari kan monday eh... december... eh i mean sunday so ramai org nak alik johor..." he was like oouhh.. and had tat " i think she has gone crazy look" ahahaa wat was up wif me? anyways, weol watch peformance from the kompang boys.. the malay  dance.. seriouslykan one of the girls joget lawa... seri warisan standard... i was juz looking at her throught out the performance.. the other was like slacked... after tat we all head out and took pic.. a lot of pic... i will post later if not then go to the other girls website.. check out the links on the right... -----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afta the wedding, went to mac with atiqah n nadiah... had ice-cream and went back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh yeah if u guys wanna noe.. the guy didn't show up.. heck he never even pick up his phone.. nevertheless replied my msges.. for all i m concern, he is sooo out the applicant's list! pffftttt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-4345351455245114744?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/4345351455245114744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=4345351455245114744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/4345351455245114744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/4345351455245114744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/03/elo-peeps_18.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lqV1x2Wh1k0/Rf1EC6b9sBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vTv5Yijwdsk/s72-c/Image(158).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32605035.post-1532237948321471333</id><published>2007-03-15T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T23:34:12.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... did i tell u  i m soo dead? well wanna noe y? coz i, like my normal fickle self, gave 2 guys the impression that i m going to stead them... i noe i noe... gawd liyana! wat the fuck did u juz do?!i have to decide by sunday or else i will be cheating on both of them... but i can't decide... how i wish they could juz get along with one another... well FAT HOPE no such shit will happen... if onli patrick pass down his skills to me... dammit i m soo worked up rite now... i like them both seriously, they look so similar but yet they are so different... i dunno how to explain it... haizz lemmie sort out my head first then i ll tell u wats probably gonna happen on sunday... if i survive tat sunday... i shall call it the bloody sunday incident&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-1532237948321471333?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/1532237948321471333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=1532237948321471333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/1532237948321471333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/1532237948321471333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/03/elo-peeps_15.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-6149196123479505633</id><published>2007-03-14T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:38:47.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... i pass! wooots! i pass... it was not a good pass but i passed yeay! yeay! dun have sup papers to sit... ok now u guys are going to witness tis.. i, nur liyana zaaba, solemnly promise to get a gpa of 3.5 or near it by the time i graduate temasek polytechnic... ok so i guess i need to still work on my grades.. rest assured i ll do my best... going sg tml.. ridwan zaaba want to masok sg.. dun ask me why... tat little twerp juz want to ok .... so nything, msg my hp aitez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-6149196123479505633?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6149196123479505633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=6149196123479505633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6149196123479505633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/6149196123479505633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/03/elo-peeps_14.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-8164364191738100511</id><published>2007-03-12T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:02:32.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps.. i think i dun wanna go uni straight, i will stick to poly 1st... make my way up slowly... as adviced by nurul aini bte mohd ali.. so anyways, been doin nothing but chatting, watching free movies online and sleeping.. my daily routine is so boring.. anyways, been blog hpopping.. is it juz me or does cupid does overtime work? i mean heck most of u guys blog are about time spent wif ur boifren. nabila for example..(check the link) her blog was like so sad.. i mean its like total love story.. but less dramatic.. her bf is not going to war and she is not sending him into the death plane where he will fight mercilessly on the war front... its juz those kinda scene where i want to put in my composition... haizz i miss composition...  and yasmin had like a fun trip out wif her bf to sume wedding.. i wanna go wedding wif my bf(sadly i dun have one rite now...nadiah had a hindustan scene where she beg the taxi driver to send her to mit her bf.. well not so hindustan.. usually in hindustan movie, the hero will leave juz 5 sec before the heroin appear.. well robot-man didn't.. so it isn't all hindustan.. i can be sure to hear more about natasha n her bf wen school reopen... so many love story and i m not included in any.. i dun have a fucking love story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe wat... honestly speaking, i juz love LOVE... yup u get me rite... i m gonna let u guys in on a little secret... i never did love my guys... i juz like them.. i love LOVE... lemmie explain.. usually most teenagers love to fall in love..(generally not pinpointing anyone!)its not the guys its juz tat they love those small gestures the guy makes to let us noe that they are thinking of us,&lt;br /&gt;the morbid jelousy(well not morbid, i m exagerating)wen we talk to them about skool n classmates,&lt;br /&gt;the cat mouse games we play on each other like if i pout, he will cheer me up and wen he merajok, i will cheer him up,&lt;br /&gt;the constant cuddle,&lt;br /&gt;the stolen kisses, &lt;br /&gt;the suprise kisses,&lt;br /&gt;the way they look wen they want u to noe they understand wat u feel, &lt;br /&gt;the motion next after they understand wat u feel( a hug usually)&lt;br /&gt;and so on and so for.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well as for me(thanks to tasha who actually went to this someone frenster and read his slogan and told me) i wanna keep to one simple slogan " Juz B'coz I Flirt With You, Does Not Mean I Love You" to think about it, i kinda agree with that guys slogan... i mean i not in any rush in nything.. i should be experimenting wif diff type of guy..&lt;br /&gt;the loli-shorta&lt;br /&gt;the geeky&lt;br /&gt;the devilish&lt;br /&gt;the cool&lt;br /&gt;the enigmatic&lt;br /&gt;the romantic&lt;br /&gt;the metrosexual( i probably won't met any)&lt;br /&gt;the sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound a little shallow aren't i? i shall keep my finger frozen for now.. i ll blog wen i have something interesting to say bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-8164364191738100511?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8164364191738100511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=8164364191738100511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8164364191738100511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8164364191738100511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/03/elo-peeps_12.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-8512052601839906329</id><published>2007-03-11T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T03:51:51.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... finally! i did it! i made a skin all my my own bleddy self..so anyways, been thinking bout my future lately, i guess it juz hit me.. i dun wanna skool longer.. so tats y i was thinking i wanna quit poly and get my degree straight.. i noe it might sound a little crazy but i think i juz reach the point where enuff is enuff... i m sick of doin it all.. i wanna go into marketing and work my way up.. and make it big sumday, somehow.. k la i wanna go sleep now... bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-8512052601839906329?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8512052601839906329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=8512052601839906329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8512052601839906329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/8512052601839906329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/03/elo-peeps_11.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-3810302316926447499</id><published>2007-03-05T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:23:46.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i m pissed.. seriously i m pissed.. tats y aku diam.. makin aku diam makin menjadi2.. u noe who i m talking about u guys been to tat someone blogs before.. there are juz sum things yg make me piss of and tis is one of them... juz becoz u are fucking stress, doesn't give u the right to adjust my pic without my permission. i m fucked up pissed... u should know better... aku da bingit masa tat sumone did it the 1st time, don't u think i would be pissed when u do the same thing again... all i m asking for is my privacy and juz respect my boundries...we had our fun and laugh but i dun like it wen u mess with my pic without my permission... my patience has its own limits... mana2 manusia pun sama... kau pun pernah bingit ngn someone juz becoz her mum said sumthing tat she shouldn't have... its the same with me... watever i m feeling rite now is exactly the same way u feel wen u fought with ur fren...  i noe i m juz another fren on ur blog but i have feelings too..i dun want to come to a point where i start hating u for real... u have ur issues and i m fine with tat.. but dun vent it out on me... or my pic to be exact...i m not sum kinda lab rat u can try ur photoshop skills on... i noe flaming someone online is not acceptable but i dun mention ur name now did i? i dun mention ur name coz i still respect u as my sis fren and one of my frens... all i m asking for is just to respect my boundries... that is all i can say for now... if u gonna hate me after tis then by all means go ahead.. i noe i m gonna deserve it...i may sound uptight but that is juz the way i am... i shall stop now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love much bitches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-3810302316926447499?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/3810302316926447499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=3810302316926447499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3810302316926447499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/3810302316926447499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-m-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-8046542852403060424</id><published>2007-03-04T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:06:45.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... so its been awhile since i last updated, maklomla, malas. anyway, there was a few events tat happen since i last blog in so anyways, lemmie summarise, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study week&lt;br /&gt;exam&lt;br /&gt;dancefloor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now lemmie elaborate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study week &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study week on thursday, faz came down to tp... so anyways, tasha had to go off early and i was stuck wif faz.. dammit.. so we studied a while n then when we were doin dfund, we came across a qsn which both of us have the slightest idea... then coincidentally, one of the teacher walk pass.. so i called him to come over.. but he thought that we wanted to wave him goodbye kelakar giler eh stop it....i was too shocked to move so faz spoke to him, wen he walk off, we laugh like no one business sak... then the next day, sabrina joined us.. faz who like said "besok kul 1 tau latest kul 1.30 tapi kul 1 jgn lambat tau korg" tau2 dier kul 1 kat interchange wdl.. peh bingit! so i ignored him wen he reached skool.. after studying a while, went to eat at ITAS and atiqah joined us woohoo.. so after the lunch, atiqah went back to design skool and me n sabrina went to study again.. faz studied wif his frenz so we all heck care wif em... then after we finish studied at ard 8 gitu, we went off.. the skool is like so scary at night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was exam week rite, i was like lets get it over and done wif... as i confidently went to blk 21 and took the lif to level 5, i went into the 1st classrom i saw... and i was like whoa... my tutorial teacher is my examiner.. strangely, the exam hall was empty.. so anyways, i made my way to my table no 13... arange my stuff and all and sat down quietly... so as i flip over the paper(it was faced down) to my utterly suprised, it was a different paper.. i paniced... i didn't study for tat paper.. uggh!! wait seminit! i m not taking tis paper... I M IN THE WRONG BLUDDY CLASSROOM! as i pick up my stuff, and was making my way out of the place, my teacher came up to me and said " i think ur in the wrong classroom" and i said " yeah i think the same too" nasib sey no one noes me...and as i made my way to the correct exam hall (which is next door), no one notice i went in at the wrong place so phew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancefloor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nasib sey dance floor was the day after the exam so i got to go.. i went alone of course.. min, atiqah, diy n moon can't make it.. wateverla i dun want to elaborate anyway..anyways, like u saw on tv, streetz deciple didn't make it.. shockingly, E2 made it..  stoopid rich american extra bratz...PEGI BALIK AMERICA LA OI! JGN MENYEMAK KAT NEGERI ORANG! ok all was said and done so check out the slide show later wen i feel less lazy to upload all the pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-fc.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=144115188080398332&amp;site=widget-fc.slide.com" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=0&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=ms&amp;th=23&amp;id=144115188080398332&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fc.slide.com/p1/144115188080398332/ms_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=0&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=ms&amp;th=23&amp;id=144115188080398332&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/03/elo-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-16170715028652394</id><published>2007-02-22T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T00:32:56.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... today was totally fun.. went to skool and had my fren, nazri, to help me wif my dfund and edevice he wasn't tat much of a help... i had to guide him a while then he finally remember all those stuff he larn in year one and help me in watever way he can..(he is year 3 so its kinda kekok if u haven't been touching ur books awhile)well little help is also good help.. faz didn't join us, he said it was going to take him 2 hours to reach skool(total diva!)i m gonna have to mit up wif him tml to teach him.. tasha da siang2 backout coz she noe tat faz is a gone case... haizz stopit... so anyways, after tat, me,tasha n nazri went to kfc to have our dinner.. they eat so much yet they dun get fat.. hate them! they both have a craving for zinger.. siao... i have the fish thingy...and tat was wen nazri popped a very abstract question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nazri: do u think Fate is pre planned or was it tat we planned for Fate to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tasha&amp;me: uuuuhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i think we plan it to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tasha: uuuuhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tat deep spiritual thinking, we headed back to skool.. tasha had to use the toilet.. the kfc toilet has 3 cubical 1st cubical was dirty 2 cubical has spider webs and the last cubical had cocroaches....we went up the bridge wen suddenly tasha turn to me and said " waah yana kau naik bridge..." i didn't notice it at first but yeaaahhh i took e bridge... i usually hate taking the bridge coz i lazy kwang3...tasha like always spots on.. after toilet break, me n tasha teman nazri to take his stuff it was like oreadi 7 plus... then we sat a while before heading off.. so tats all for today... i ll take pic tml.. i hope tasha turun or else, i dun tink i can handle faz alone... i think his brain is made from brick...&lt;br /&gt;love much bitches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-16170715028652394?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/16170715028652394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=16170715028652394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/16170715028652394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/16170715028652394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/2007/02/elo-peeps_22.html' title=''/><author><name>tabby on rampage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445426106938487800</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-32605035.post-1973976984822541539</id><published>2007-02-20T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T13:47:18.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... haizz its been 2 days and i m still struggling to study.. i dunno wats wrong but i m so stress but i dun even notice it.. onli after my aunt tegur then i notice.. i haven't been stop eating since last nite.. after i study, i went down to the kitchen n goreng mee... after tat, i ask my mum to bungkus tom yam seafood... after tat, i had a big glass of teh o with chocolate... heck! i didn't even notce... i guess stress make me hungry all the time.. nvm.. after the exam, i will find a way to lose the excess weight i and maybe lost a few of my own weight... haizz the exam is less than a week away...even singing doesn't crease my stoopid stress.. i m too scared to fail aggggghh!!! i can't get all the info in my head... i shuld panic shuldn't i.. haizz ok people i m gonna panic at the disco right now... blog soon bye...&lt;br /&gt;love much bitches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-1973976984822541539?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32605035.post-6045554816031374226</id><published>2007-02-17T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T18:46:46.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily blabbering'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps... yep happy chinese new year! yeah~! haizz exam in a weeks times and everything sucks... so anyways, i m gonna update u guys on the latest current issue... i went to school for 2 daYs juz to not attend classes.. tats a total waste of time, thurs.. went to school juz to sit and get the stoopid lab test result... then 15 min later, we went off... so like always, tasha is late... ouh yeah i had already upload some pic from my handphone to the comp.. wohoo... so anyways, after the class, i ask tasha's best fren cum stalker aka ultraman helmi to accompany me coz tasha is late.. and he was like "taknak uh aku nak balik, nak makan" wat the heck.. its like juz 10 min.. its not like his house was going anywhere... he comes up wif the lamest excuse... annoyed, i juz merajok(like always) and walk off.. i ain't talking to him anytime soon.. after like an excruating 15 min, tasha muncul cam cendawan.. kwang3... so had breakfast wif her at KFC.. it was like 10.50 wen we reach kfc... obviously, the shop have not yet open.. so me n tasha went to get bubble tea... i tried the cendol.. and it smell like my nenek's coconut hair oil.. disgusting... tasha had tiramisu drink... damn should have bought tat... anyways, as we sit out 10 mins away, a civil defence lorry went past and one of them wave to her... kwang3... since i wasn't facing the road, i missed that moment.. anyways to make the story as cheesy as it can get, they stop the ugly white lorry at the mamak shop ard 50 steps away...instead of going straight into the mamak shop, they walked that stoopid 50 step to buy bubble tea... padahal kat sebelah kedai mamak tu ade kedai bubble tea... *shake head* they stood directly infront of us to look at the stoopid menu... not infront of the counter but infront of us... kononnyer pantat diorg lawa pe... so anyways, since it was already ard 11.18 then, me n tasha stood up and make our way to KFC... i ain't sitting there any longer to stay at someones butt...so after buying our food, tasha got this straw totally kecik cute giler..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-80.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=144115188079826304&amp;site=widget-80.slide.com" width="426" height="320" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=24&amp;sk=11&amp;cy=ms&amp;th=8&amp;id=144115188079826304&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-80.slide.com/p1/144115188079826304/ms_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=24&amp;sk=11&amp;cy=ms&amp;th=8&amp;id=144115188079826304&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-80.slide.com/p2/144115188079826304/ms_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well see the straw at pic above one is mine, the other one is tasha's... after lunch we went to school for a while doing nothing then headed to tamp mall to survey handphone for tasha... after surveying hp, i made tasha follow me to ikea to go survey for desk... heee penat giler eh it was like 2 hours of walking around...lame jokes aside, we reached the checkout counter, there was this hotdog stall and we bought one each for $1 each.. sedap serious... its chicken so no worries.. after the tiring walk, we had to walk to the bus stop out side.. penat giler eh...my legs were all wobbly afta the loooong walk...well at least it was fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fri was boring.. nothing much to do anyways, teman atiqah at her class kejap then headed for the itas canteen and had lunch wif tasha... she was meeting her bf later at SAFRA happi giler.. but wat she forgot is tat there is a lot of SAFRA.. it seems logic if ur camp site is at sembawang, u will obviously go to SAFRA yishun instead of SAFRA tamp... like duh~ heheehehe....so write soon aites people...&lt;br /&gt;love much bitches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-6045554816031374226?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32605035.post-117150446535028841</id><published>2007-02-15T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T09:54:25.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elo peeps.. heeeee! i juz enjoy saying tat... its my trademark... dun like it then sue me.. pweeek! so anyways, its been ages since i last wrote in so anyways, feb 12 was fun.. hehe maklomla, makan free kwang3... not onli dat, its nice to be suprised kehkehkeh.. its not everyday i get a pleasant suprise... yup... so yest was v'day.. my mum ask me wheather anyone gave me flower... as if i was going to tell her if i got any flowers like duh... so yest everyone bubble me.. i mean my study group frenz except tasha.. she did have to leave early anyway... so anyways, she was heading to raffles so i tag along cam tak tau malu gitu.. then got call from mummy dearest, told me to go orchard... i had buy the stoopid ticket to raffles.. damn... anyways, i was compansated coz my mum gave me a new allowance.. anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday went a little crazy... i told tasha bout the song the ba ba black sheep song tat min n me used to translate in malay... so we translated beyounce song irreplaceable.. so here are the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ke kiri ke kiri (X6)&lt;br /&gt;semua barang kamu letak kat kotak ke kiri&lt;br /&gt;dalam almari itu barang saya, kalau saya beli tolong jangan pigang&lt;br /&gt;asek ckp merepek je&lt;br /&gt;boleh bobal dan bercakap serentak?&lt;br /&gt;itu nama saya di kuching hutan&lt;br /&gt;jadi keluarkan beg saya da telefon kamu cab!&lt;br /&gt;berdiri di halaman, bilang saya berapa bodohnyer saya&lt;br /&gt;ckp bahawa saya takkan jumper lelaki cam kamu&lt;br /&gt;membuat saya bercakap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kamu pasti tak kenal diri saya(X2)&lt;br /&gt;saya boleh jumper penganti kamu dalam seminit&lt;br /&gt;dier akan sampai lagi bila2 masa lagi, bayi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will stop now and i will continue wif the song on another post coz i m going to class now&lt;br /&gt;love much bitches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32605035-117150446535028841?l=blatantyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatantyana.blogspot.com/feeds/117150446535028841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32605035&amp;postID=117150446535028841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/117150446535028841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32605035/posts/default/117150446535028841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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