<?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-7419907</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:47:22.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*wHateVer* *wHenEveR* *wHoeVer* *wHEreVer*</title><subtitle type='html'>i'M jUs a SHorT LiL kId whOse eAsygoIng aNd cAn eAsiLy mAke fRenS aROunD me. i mAy bE a LIL bIt oF a wEirdO anD a LiL tiNg tOng iN mY hEad. sO doN miNd mE ayE! eR, boUt mY LovE Life, i'Ve nEveR reALLy faLLen iN LovE but i DiD haVe a bIg cRush oN sOmeonE b4. i hAte sTudyIng aNd i hOpe tO gEt mY o'S doNe &amp; ovEr wiTh! nOt foRgettinG, i hOpe tO do WeLL. sO wiSH mE LucK!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>195</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-2726601987823269034</id><published>2007-08-22T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:01:32.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my lovely fifth monthsary</title><content type='html'>18th of august marked my happiest day in the history of my life. i felt very happy, lucky, thankful, appreciative, shocked, excited and loved all at once. i celebrated being with mr.rahman for 5months, and 5 is my favourite number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started the day with plans of going sentosa to do abit of sun-tanning. but our hopes were dampened by the dark weather. we wore matching blue outfits to vivo city. after long thoughts of deciding where to eat, we settled on secret recipe. we were like monsters that had starved for decades. we made a point that we shall not bother about the cost, just as long we satisfy ourselves. so we had a side of french fries and beef lasagne. i had penne with turkey ham &amp; cheese while mr.rahman had pan-grilled catch of the day with lobster sauce. (i ate most of his salad. kekeke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/Rssef7h2lvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VXvrE_eyIcY/s1600-h/secretrecipe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/Rssef7h2lvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VXvrE_eyIcY/s320/secretrecipe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101204536831678194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the food was abit tasteless but what do i know. i'm not a food critic. i just know how to eat. hehe. but the lasagne was good, and the cheesecake! we had chocolate indulgence for dessert and there's only one word to describe it: fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while i was indulging myself to the cheesecake, mr.rahman unzipped his bag and placed a small gift box in a bag in front of me. it was for me. i was surprised! i never expected anything because just spending time with him was enough to make me happy. he got me matching cherry ear studs and necklace. i was so touched by his gesture. it was actually the necklace i was interested in when we were walking along bugis the other day. i didn't expect him to go all the way to bugis by himself to get me these. it was the first time someone ever went to that extent for me. thank you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/Rsseg7h2lyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jrb-GYc7Efg/s1600-h/fifth+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/Rsseg7h2lyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jrb-GYc7Efg/s320/fifth+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101204554011547426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/Rssegbh2lwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qTCHjUs8oRY/s1600-h/fifth+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/Rssegbh2lwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qTCHjUs8oRY/s320/fifth+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101204545421612802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm loving them, and him endlessly everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our lunch, we headed to sentosa via cable car. it was our first time together being in one, and we were freakily excited! we were making so much noise together and i couldn't stop laughing. and i couldn't stop taking pictures too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RssorLh2l0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/AxQQLqSbKtc/s1600-h/fifth+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RssorLh2l0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/AxQQLqSbKtc/s320/fifth+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101215725221484354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unexpectedly, i was in for another surprise during the cable car ride. mr.rahman presented me with these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/Rssor7h2l3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZJ2HhA99kBk/s1600-h/fifth+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/Rssor7h2l3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZJ2HhA99kBk/s320/fifth+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101215738106386290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/Rssehbh2lzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rG6h8cG0_nI/s1600-h/fifth+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/Rssehbh2lzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rG6h8cG0_nI/s320/fifth+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101204562601482034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell! it was my first time someone got me flowers!! with ferrero's at that! i was speechless and deeply touched. i almost cried at that instant. (or i did cry? not sure, watery eyes perhaps. =p) i kept on saying, why? why do all these for me? no i don't want! are you for real these are for me? no! don't do these for me! im so embarrassed! oh my god!! ok those were the actual words that came out from my mouth in the cable car. hahaha, weird reaction i know. i didn't know what to do! these are too unbelievable for me! ahhh!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/Rssorbh2l1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/RaNxyHsJlCo/s1600-h/fifth+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/Rssorbh2l1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/RaNxyHsJlCo/s320/fifth+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101215729516451666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/Rssorrh2l2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NQMh3MKVEbE/s1600-h/fifth+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/Rssorrh2l2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NQMh3MKVEbE/s320/fifth+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101215733811418978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RsstYLh2l6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/O3SiGs9REa8/s1600-h/fifth+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RsstYLh2l6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/O3SiGs9REa8/s320/fifth+138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101220896362108834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after sentosa, we continued our day with a midnight movie. our next pit stop was dhoby ghaut and we catched 'the bourne ultimatum'. it was great, filled with action and suspense. so while waiting for our show to start, we dropped by the arcade with no intentions of spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know mr.rahman, he's easily tempted by these machines. we even fought once before because he just can't get himself off from slotting the coins into these machines. so we entered, and he asked if he could change some coins and take some tries. he wanted to play the one which you use the claws to pick the doll up and drop it into the box to dispense the doll. i was reluctant at first but looking at his sympathetic and adorable face, i relent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 2 tries, he still wasn't satisfied. he requested to change another 2bucks but i said no because i know once we start, it'll never stop. we'd want to go on and on just to get something back in return of the one we lost previously. but looking at his sympathetic and innocent face again, i relent, again. so he tried, first try - failed. second try - pass. the doll went in the box~! we won a doll! i couldn't believe my eyes! we actually won a doll!! oh my god! the day just gets better! i couldn't stop laughing, screaming, hugging and jumping in the arcade. the day was filled with so many surprises! i was practically saying oh my god! the whole time. it was just too hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a minnie mouse for just 4bucks! hahaha. mr.rahman made me the happiest girl in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RsstXbh2l4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/KBkE59lKsHk/s1600-h/fifth+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RsstXbh2l4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/KBkE59lKsHk/s320/fifth+158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101220883477206914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RsstX7h2l5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/6UTVjcwILrY/s1600-h/fifth+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RsstX7h2l5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/6UTVjcwILrY/s320/fifth+161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101220892067141522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took the night owl back and reached home around 4am. i had a fabulous time with mr.rahman. he made my day so great that I will never forget it for the rest of my entire lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RsstZLh2l7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/mPqbm441pL4/s1600-h/fifth+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RsstZLh2l7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/mPqbm441pL4/s320/fifth+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101220913541978034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one ever did so much for me and I'm so lucky to have you in my life. no amounts of thank you can show how appreciative i am. just so you know, im loving and thinking of you in each step of my life. you'll always be a part of my life and i'm incomplete without you. thank god i've found you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, thank you for loving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-2726601987823269034?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2726601987823269034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=2726601987823269034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/2726601987823269034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/2726601987823269034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-lovely-fifth-monthsary.html' title='my lovely fifth monthsary'/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_DYoUMcWGryk/Rssef7h2lvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VXvrE_eyIcY/s72-c/secretrecipe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-7212664195188862847</id><published>2007-08-16T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:01:32.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RsPa3bh2luI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/F6Xz6Zno-js/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RsPa3bh2luI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/F6Xz6Zno-js/s320/Image030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099159848930940642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my dad turned 51 yesterday, august 15th. yay, happy birthday daddy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after yesterday's aerobics class, we headed to tampines mall to shop for a birthday present. but to our delight, most of the shops were closed. we tried to barge in ISETAN that was getting ready to close but the auntie managed to raise her arm to block us from entering.&lt;br /&gt;(hahaha. omg i sound so kiasu. ehh tak heran lah nak masok.. hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we resorted to metro at century square and to our surprise, it was already closed down. super duper great! so then, we thought of just giving him some cash but we didn't even have a card with us. whakakka. then, precious thoughts was still open for business, except there were already starting to vacuum the area and re-arranging the misplaced cards at the shelves. we got a perfect money-holder card. and i saw a towel! and i thought, hey, we can get him a towel! he always uses my towel in the toilet. and i always complain about it. maybe its time we get him one of his own. (so he'd stop using mine. hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then. me and atie shared a sum of money to give him and atie wrapped the present at home. mummy got a chocolate cake and a mini celebration sparked at home. ok so, we didn't actually write anything on the card. hahaha. because we thought it'd be a waste. once we scribble on it, then it cannot be used anymore! so it defeats the purpose. so we decided not to write anything on the card, instead, since my dad loves giving 100bucks to us sisters for every birthday, we pass on the 'new' card for him to put in the money and then gifting it to us for each of our birthday. so that card can be recycled over &amp; over again, within the family that is.&lt;br /&gt;(hmmm... i wonder what the card would look like in 10 years in time. it'd hold great memory aye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** i don't know why, but i'm superly duperly excited for saturday. the 18th of august. my heart beats fast thinking that its a saturday and i took leave from fig&amp;amp;olive. wheee i can't wait for saturday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-7212664195188862847?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/7212664195188862847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=7212664195188862847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/7212664195188862847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/7212664195188862847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-dad-turned-51-yesterday-august-15th.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_DYoUMcWGryk/RsPa3bh2luI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/F6Xz6Zno-js/s72-c/Image030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-8291255095414316401</id><published>2007-07-24T15:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:01:33.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RqWw4knfl2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/AnwlpiXW50U/s1600-h/IMG_5502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RqWw4knfl2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/AnwlpiXW50U/s320/IMG_5502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090669439760701282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just recently, something very heartbreaking happened to my family. (especially for my second sis, yati)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was scheduled that she would be tying the knot with her boyfriend of 7 years next year march. but things happened and the relation got cut off in a blink of an eye. my sis, who has gone through so many turbulences being with him, entertained his bullshits, with the hope of seeing a change in him, clung on to him till all these while, just for a simple reason, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god knows, not even i know, how many times he has hurt my sis, countlessly but my sis stayed patient and offered forgiveness each time and again. though, there's a limit to everything. all the lies were revealed and its time to take some serious action. its time to gain back control of yourself and satisfy your needs for once. you cannot continue living in a losing end, knowing he is lying through his teeth all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is his loss, not yours my sis. you're an attractive and bright person. you didn't lose anything special. gain from the experience and learn something from it. you'll be a stronger person than yesterday. you made the right decision and don't be bothered to think about what if's anymore. and don't have any expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because with expectations, comes disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its best to just try and live each day to its fullest. someone out there are in a worser state than you and you should never give up. treat this as a lesson learnt. have faith that you'll get through this phase in life and i believe, you will recover from all these soon in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, sis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-8291255095414316401?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8291255095414316401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=8291255095414316401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/8291255095414316401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/8291255095414316401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-recently-something-very.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_DYoUMcWGryk/RqWw4knfl2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/AnwlpiXW50U/s72-c/IMG_5502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-1108622017161878862</id><published>2007-05-18T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:01:35.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright people. another one month of mia-ing. you guys should know how often i update my blog by now. so don't be so hopeful each time you come by to visit k? hehehe. but please do visit often. i feel loved. hahaha. yar right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. enough of my bull-shitting. i intended to burn the midnight oil to finish up my logbook and report that's due this weekend. but there was a twist to this torture! it's been postponed to the first week of june, so that leaves me 2more weeks to finish up! yay! so i'm happy and i skipped school today for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just found out that i don't have to submit my fyp logbook and report by this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i skipped school today so i could start early to do them but i ended up spending my day at compass point. hahaha. so much for my intended day-plan. i ended my day with a short trip to giant till midnight. but its alright. i had a good rest today despite the everyday bickerings with you-know-who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiss... no day passes that we don't fight do we? (but we always make up fast don't we? we'd be laughing the next minute we argue. we're so weird...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright alright, i promised i won't bring up the matter no more. stop being over-emotional emma. alright alright, for that i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to topic! what was the topic? oh yes. 5th may. my birthday wheeeee!!! i'm finally 19! although a bit old but, hey i'm still a young chic hokay!! i'm forever 18! hahaha. thank you people for the birthday wishes! appreciate it lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to: (order not in any form) man, kynn, nad, hikmah, sheikh, ryn, shannon, shirley, nana, aisyah rp, hairi, faiz, daryl and finally not forgetting my two besties ata and ervy! wheeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially there wasn't even a contact from these two people. i was waiting and waiting. and was kinda sad and disappointed that they forgot it was my birthday.. i was starting to complain to him. =( so 5th may was ending and me &amp; man was going to catch the 11.50pm show to spiderman3. but before that, he brought me to a corner and to my surprise, these two besties were standing there with a slice of coffee cake with a lit candle on it. and they started singing happy birthday. so sweeeeeeet of them. i'm so lucky to have you guys as my best friends. kisses to you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RkynJG5ccII/AAAAAAAAAAs/g1Dh_4kPI2A/s1600-h/besties.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RkynJG5ccII/AAAAAAAAAAs/g1Dh_4kPI2A/s320/besties.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065607455797178498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i missed 10-20minutes of the intro to spiderman due to this surprise but it was all worth it! so we rushed to the cinema after that without thinking of buying any munchies before entering. i think the movie was alright, worth my $9.50 because it manage to finish right before my butt started to ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i thought venom was extremely scary with the teeth and all. disgusting evil creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats about it for my birthday. abit pathetic lah i know but its something worth remembering so i'm posting it. heee. the next day i had a cutting-cake ceremony with my family at home. and got a gift from atie. bag guess lah you! hahaha. but sorry ah sis, i don't wear seh these kind of bags.. i will try ah to wear. during hari raya. but whatever it is, it's the thought that counts. wheeeee thanks ehhhh sisterrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RkyoQG5ccJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aFZ7TFBm04g/s1600-h/ImahBday+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RkyoQG5ccJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aFZ7TFBm04g/s320/ImahBday+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065608675567890578" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RkyoQG5ccJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aFZ7TFBm04g/s1600-h/ImahBday+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/Rkyo9m5ccKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UAfavhe7dhw/s1600-h/ImahBday+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/Rkyo9m5ccKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UAfavhe7dhw/s320/ImahBday+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065609457251938466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RkypX25ccLI/AAAAAAAAABE/qj1smwbBhdU/s1600-h/ImahBday+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RkypX25ccLI/AAAAAAAAABE/qj1smwbBhdU/s320/ImahBday+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065609908223504562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, i celebrated mother's day with of course, my mother. ahahhaha. ok that was a stupid unnecessary sentence. alright there was me, my 2nd sis, baby sis and daddy. me &amp; atie intended to treat my mummy to pizza hut but she requested for swensen's. (mothers' nowadays. hahahhaa) ok lah since it was afterall mother's day and all, we proceeded to her request. (also because swensen's had a worthy mother's day special that we agreed to it. =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/Rkyqv25ccMI/AAAAAAAAABM/5Vag4TX65ho/s1600-h/mothersday+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/Rkyqv25ccMI/AAAAAAAAABM/5Vag4TX65ho/s320/mothersday+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065611420051992770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RkyqwW5ccNI/AAAAAAAAABU/C2Xf3Dikwgk/s1600-h/mothersday+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RkyqwW5ccNI/AAAAAAAAABU/C2Xf3Dikwgk/s320/mothersday+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065611428641927378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the bill total-ed up to $45 each split between me and atie. it burnt a small hole into my pocket. but never mind, its a once a year thing! (i hope so at least.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/Rkyqw25ccOI/AAAAAAAAABc/5sDWsz9kT_Y/s1600-h/mothersday+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/Rkyqw25ccOI/AAAAAAAAABc/5sDWsz9kT_Y/s320/mothersday+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065611437231861986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was working from afternoon that day and rushed to town after work. i got myself a pair of white muji mary-jane's &amp; after taking a 2nd look, i think it kinda looks funny on me. whahahha. ok ok, i will wear it out one day. i promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. its another 18th today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys should roughly know what i'm going to write down below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so before you guys suffer from any goosebumps or puking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i advice that you guys stop scrolling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't say i didn't warn you alright. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never a day passes without me thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never a day passes without me missing your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never a day passes without me loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was you who taught me how to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love was just a word until you entered into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you accepted me for who i am. (seburuk-buruk nyer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RkytlG5ccPI/AAAAAAAAABk/gv2gNB1NliE/s1600-h/DSC00466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RkytlG5ccPI/AAAAAAAAABk/gv2gNB1NliE/s320/DSC00466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065614533903282418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will go through thick or thin together. as you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will learn to appreciate you more. please be patient with me and give me time dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry for being too emotional sometimes. but always know that i care ayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok i shall stop typing before i cry! okok. enough enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 2nd month my lovely man mentel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm hoping for more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll always stay in my &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tight hugs and cherry-sweet kisses from emma hassan. (your little rascal. teehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: ayang tak mo jahat jahat eh. kekekeke. bluek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok emma. thats enough for now. good night people! thank you for your kind attention. argh! malu nyer aku! ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-1108622017161878862?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/1108622017161878862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=1108622017161878862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/1108622017161878862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/1108622017161878862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2007/05/alright-people.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_DYoUMcWGryk/RkynJG5ccII/AAAAAAAAAAs/g1Dh_4kPI2A/s72-c/besties.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-2581309527492245687</id><published>2007-04-18T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:01:36.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RiWZ7y_mfqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/44Gn0DTUNDE/s1600-h/whee+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054615409373118114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RiWZ7y_mfqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/44Gn0DTUNDE/s320/whee+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe or not. i'm back, into the blogging world. how long have i not updated? ok close to a month. oklah, not bad, not that long. haaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok school started this week and so far, so good. i have my good friends in class the past 2 days but i've got no idea how i'm gonna cope on thurs and friday. i'm suppose to attend to 2 different classes on respective days and shit, i have to make more friends. how troublesome could it get. i hope the people are nice and giler2 abit cos i tend to be more friendly towards giler2 people. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work ended so freaking fast, so did the 2 and a half months holiday. and for that, i spent all my pay in within, 4days? hahaha. why oh why did kynn and samad brought me out for shopping! you guys are great influence for spending. haaa. thats because i see them spend which tickles me to buy something too! damn it. hehehe. but i'm glad i did do some shopping for myself. at least i got more variety of wear to school. last time it used to be pants and tshirt everyday. it still is lah but, okay i don't know what i'm talking about. hahaha, i think you get what i mean right. ok good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, it seems weird for me to suddenly start talking about being in love and everything here because i've never really talked about my romantic side of life. i've never been in a relationship that i'm truly happy in and i think i've found someone whom i reallyx3242556547 am with. today marks a special day for us and i'm hoping there are more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am myself when i'm with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happiest when i'm with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am missing you whenever without you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am worrying whenever you're out late at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love looking into your eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love holding onto your warm hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just love spending the day by your side, just resting on your shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054640556406636210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RiWwzi_mfrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1zGTfGnjhHk/s320/whee+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 1stmonth anniversary my lovely man mentel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. sorry for being sentimental for a while. eeks! geli geman! hahahha. ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye people. i've got a date to attend. (eeee action nyerrr! hahaha. gile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-2581309527492245687?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2581309527492245687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=2581309527492245687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/2581309527492245687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/2581309527492245687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2007/04/believe-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_DYoUMcWGryk/RiWZ7y_mfqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/44Gn0DTUNDE/s72-c/whee+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-4336046640207223628</id><published>2007-03-17T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:01:36.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RfvgYocV3pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fBY0rr1q7ek/s1600-h/childhood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042870921549176466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoUMcWGryk/RfvgYocV3pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fBY0rr1q7ek/s320/childhood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was browsing through the pictures in my folder and came across the picture above. can you people guess which is me? heee, i was so cheeky then. kynn was so kudut. (see her legs. hahaha.) ariff's socks was so high. atie's so serious. and suzie's trying to show off her teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday marked my first day working for john little's outlet. and i started off working alone without kynn. u can never imagine how slow the time passed as i was folding all the clothes over and over again till my shoulders ached. i met one lovely friend named til. she's the same age as me and we kind of got along the moment we opened our mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so can't wait for the expo sales to come. i'm more familiar with the system there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after work i met nad and man over at compass point. i wish i could jot down all the things that happened last night here in my blog but it doesn't seem right for people to read. sometimes its so difficult to really write down your inner feelings when you know people out there are reading into your personal life. it just doesn't seem right for people to know. (for now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;so my mum was making some noise, ok make that alot of noise, when i reached home at 1+am, as usual, mothers. she said, "you think it's 1pm?" hahahha. i wish it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i had a mini-lunch-date with a colleague i got to know at work. nice person, but much more older than i am. very sweet. we talked all the way about work, work.. and work. whahaha. and i practically had to look up in order to make conversations. i think i even sprained my neck. (hahhaa. don bedek.) so we had desert after lunch. very very nice! i had some choc-fudge cake. and i didn't have to pay for any of it. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so around 2.30pm i proceed-ed to merpati creations to meet my sister, aunts and mum because my sis was browsing through the wedding packages. all the choosing from design of clothes, to theme deco, to colors of both clothes &amp; deco, to the type of packages is suitable, to the photography for the wedding, gave me a real headache at the end. it's so troublesome getting married. they were talking and talking and talking non-stop. i couldn't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl should just get married in las vegas. the end. hahahha. ok aku gile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(or maybe get a wedding planner.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. tomm i'm working. with kynn. yahooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and yes, i have to get the answer ready by tomm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes? no? maybe? i don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you repeat the question?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-4336046640207223628?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4336046640207223628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=4336046640207223628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/4336046640207223628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/4336046640207223628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-browsing-through-pictures-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_DYoUMcWGryk/RfvgYocV3pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fBY0rr1q7ek/s72-c/childhood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-117333888607001819</id><published>2007-03-08T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T15:28:06.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/1600/287283/lepak%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/320/141395/lepak%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaylah i know i know. i've not updated for like, a month? a little bit less than that? or more? oklah whatever it is, holidays have started and so far i've been busy with god-knows-what. if im not working, i have school. if i have neither, i'd be going out. if i have no plans, i'd be at home sleeping restoring energy. (eat fiesta. hahaha.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/320/129289/emma%20vivo%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been spending late nights on the phone conferencing with nadhir and man. how we discovered the conference function in our phone is a nong nong story. so we've been talking till 5-7am and we'd be on the phone without realising the sun has popped up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'd be like, "eh sialah! morning alrd lah sia!" (ok not we, me actually. hahaha.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you guys crazy?? not going to work ahhh?? not going to sleep??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fine. sorry for being so paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems so weird. i used to blog about all the funny things i experienced and now it seems that i need not do that anymore. because i've actually shared with them verbally. so if i were to write it down, it'd feel like i'm just repeating whatever i said to them, here, and i'm very malas to jot them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, by the way. manchester united won last night. or morning. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my blog's now only gonna contain my deepest inner thoughts and not those teeny weeny detailed things i used to like to blog. ok maybe sometimes lar. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so as you know. i'm not with that devil anymore right. yah. but recently, john little called up to work for just a day. as a fitting room assistant. and it was before 11th march. before he finished his contract with jl. before he leaves for his ns.&lt;br /&gt;so therefore i ran a risk of bumping into him at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you people cant freaking imagine how my heart wasn't at peace for those few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kynn brought along another 2 of her friends (azy &amp; hajar) to work and we all went to head for the human resource office. and to my oh-my-****ing-god, he was sitting at the receptionist front desk. i took a fast step back and froze. kynn did as well. i was saying shit, shit, shit for god-knows how many times. but we had to seek permission from the receptionist to enter the hr office. so i tried my best to hide behind hajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told myself again and again, "no he's not there. he's not there. he can't see me. dont turn, dont turn. keep your cool. chill baby." (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what kynn did but after we entered the office, she said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh he saw you lah imah. then he smile smile to himself. syiok sendirik." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my reaction? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eeeeyoikes!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so for that one day assignment, we were separated to different levels. i was actually suppose to be at the ladies department with azy but hajar was scared to be alone because it was her first. after some persuasion and bribing, (bribing eh! nolah no bribing.) i relented. see i'm so nice? hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after work, azy and hajar told me the moment they stepped into their ladies department, he was there, giving them this stare. like he thinks he's a senior there. like stupid asshole more likely. oops. sorry for my language. but really ah, he was.(is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday he sent me an sms. asking whether am i still in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;i broke down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could you ask me this kind of question? how how how? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are you still bothering me with this kind of things after all these while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why but my heart was so so sad. everyone was at work and i didn't know who to call and what to do. but at least i had my sis to seek help from. i wish i could go see a phychiatrist and look for some answers. why am i like this? why do i still cry even though i'm so so angry and hateful at him? what else am i expecting from him? why did i still entertain him even though i knew he was like this? why can't i not reply to his msgs and just ignore him? why can't i? why why? i'm so stupid. stupid stupid stupid. argh, stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going crazy thinking. thinking. and thinking. and who has the answers? i dont know ah. i'm stupid. for letting this get into me. it sucks and i'm the one whose stupid right. yah i know that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.... i have to think about another thing. im scared. scared scared scared. scared to get into relationships ever again. its so painful to be in one and i cant imagine going through it ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/320/124196/edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean how can one be happy when they say they are in love but it hurts so much?? like they say love hurts. Ok it hurts, then why love??? whyy?? omg why??? can somebody tell me why??? and there is so much at stake. our wonderful, close friendship. i feel so at ease with you but will i still be when we get together? i am happy when i'm with you but will it still be the same if we're together? i'm so so scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. conclusion of my blog post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stupid. and a scaredy cat. (ok maybe not cat. penguin? hahah.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-117333888607001819?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/117333888607001819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=117333888607001819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/117333888607001819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/117333888607001819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2007/03/okaylah-i-know-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-117009385932367699</id><published>2007-01-30T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T02:04:19.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/320/167090/emma%20094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things happened lately that i don't even know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting a blog entry for me i think is the most difficult. it's like an intro that creates an impression of how my entry's gonna be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i was crapping. so yesterday me and kynn went to catch hoobastank live over at fort canning, for free. yes you heard me, for free. my 2nd sis got free tickets from starhub and geez, i needed it. it was my time to scream out my frustrations and anger and sadness and disappointment and yes, everything out. thank god i didn't scream my guts out. (exaggerating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached like around 6.30pm and we thought it'd be like those typical free standing gigs but it wasn't. starhub gave out mats and water bottles for us to pick a spot and have a mini picnic. i thought it was quite interesting and cool to just chill by the cemetary, in front of a stage. haaa. when the opening act was up, me and kynn was discussing whether everyone would actually stand up and rush to the front once hoobastank plays. we were quite confident that everyone would be obedient enough to stick on their mats but damn we were wrong. once they welcomed hoobastank up on stage, everyone started to walk to the front of the stage. we were like shit, now we're forced to stand since everyone around us stood. so hoobastank was up at around 8.30pm and u can guess what we did during all that waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(ape lagi, cam-whore ahh....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/320/229171/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think hoobastank is the nicest band i've come across. (2nd to franzferdinand) the vocalist was good at making conservations (funny ones) and encouraged us to groove as hard as possible. i did, till my waist lost an inch. (hahahha, in my dreams) they were good at working the crowd. *wink wink* oh yes, and the lead guitarist in the hat was a hottie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/320/19509/hoobastank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, before the concert started, there were strong winds indicating it was gonna rain that night and my dad passed me this huge umbrella. (in case of fire) but guess what, it didn't rain, at all. not a teeny weeeny bit. so i had to drag home that huge umbrella. so after that, we went to the toilet at dhoby ghaut and had dinnercumsupper (timecheck:10.40pm) at burgerking. so after that i went to mustafa centre to meet my family over. once i reached farrer park, i felt like something was missing. i didnt had that huge umbrella with me. like wth!! i've tapped out of nel and i didn't have that enormous umbrella with me! i was like shit! i tried to recall where was the last time i saw it and guess what, i remembered i nicely stood my umbrella against a crack on the toilet wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i called my dad and he said that the umbrella was very expensive! so i suggested that he drove me back to get the umbrella but i was told to be crazy. so fine, i'll just have to tap in and tap out to dg again, make my way back on my own and come back to farrer park just for the sake of an umbrella that i initially didn't need. how stupid of me! and i had to be with that huge umbrella by myself bringing it back and fro the mrt. it was even hard for me passing through the tap station because it seems like i had so many things on me. super embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie... so before the hoobastank thingy, i came over to nyp with ervy, ahmad (her beloved) and urgh-him. he had tickets from his cousin to the campus concert by hady and taufik and so we spent time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/1600/234036/emma%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/320/138069/emma%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so updates about 'us', we're no longer together anymore. (not me and ervy. me and him) i'm now a single cheek. chey. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what actually happened was that i initiated it but its my heart thats breaking. i don't know why. behind these smiles hides an aching heart. as i've said in my last entry, i was hoping that i could still trust him but i couldn't. his 'sweet' words were turning sour on me and i didn't care about carrying on. so at that time of the moment, i announced that we weren't compatible after all and we should just call it quits. but still, i do not know why my heart still aches and am still waiting for a contact from him. i am aware that this is the best for me but it seems that... something in me is holding back. something in me is still pinning hopes on his return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what saddens me is that, behind the sweet(sour) words he said to me, it seems so easy for him to let me go. just one action from me, and it's over? didn't you appreciate my presence? didn't you say i changed your lifestyle and that made a great impact on you? isn't that something worth fighting for? and you didn't even make the effort to hold me back and try to make it work? i'm truly disappointed. my expectations of you was completely misguided. and yes i know, i'm the stupid one to start all this. though thinking back, this sets a test to see whether he really did appreciate me or not. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to stand alone, strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u entered my life, you took over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you broke through my barricade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i opened up, let you in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking that we were forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your arms wrap around me perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your hand gripped onto mine tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything to me felt so right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like nothing could ever go wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now without you, i'm trying to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sewing together the pieces you crushed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's all left of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to hold on as hard as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you entered my world and left in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i hate u for that, i'm still hoping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and behind these laughs, holds a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, it'll be if its meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(i'm trying so hard to not send a message to him. its too difficult.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-117009385932367699?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/117009385932367699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=117009385932367699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/117009385932367699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/117009385932367699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-many-things-happened-lately-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-116953971550639415</id><published>2007-01-23T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T16:08:35.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/1600/106513/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/320/39379/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday me and my classmates dropped by our school's 'new' sports complex with the intention of peeping by the 'house of lobsters.' I totally didn't expect it'd be like a grand type of restaurant. After all, it is a school area. They had their shark fin's bowl set on the table and the plates and cutleries nicely arranged on the table. like wahh.. got restaurant at rp seh.. like real only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we explored the sports complex and this was what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/320/900021/Image088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tried to imagine we were by the sea-side although we felt like we were in a forest.&lt;br /&gt;the sun was scorching hot to the extent that i couldn't open my eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after school, i met up with ervy at orchard to collect her hyatt locker downpayment. as usual, we were up to full gear and talked non-stop and had so many stories to share. its been a long time i laughed so hard. she just cracks me up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so with her, i went to meet him and we went window shopping. it was so weird at first because i didn't know how to act between two strangers that i love which do not know each other. the ambience improved by time and we went to topshop to end our day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shop was closing but there were still other customers so we kind of took our time to shop. i got myself a tote bag and ervy got herself a girl's boxers. and after knowing that we'd get 20% off for getting two pieces, she dragged me along to purchase one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was like saying, "eh i feel like getting one of the girl's boxers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was going, "boleh muat kerr? ade size? biar betol seh nk pakai ni pat rumah?" (can fit? are you sure you're going to wear it at home?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said, "why not, mcm best per pakai girl's boxers! cheh, we finally own girl's boxers. best!" (at the cashier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i ended with, "kau giler ah ervy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay so, while we were shopping for our boxers i kinda asked him to wait aside for awhile. well you know, its a girl thang. haha. we took quite a while and he got angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was angry with me for not sparing a thought for the workers that had to entertain us customers that take our own sweet time shopping.&lt;br /&gt;he was angry at me for being selfish. i used to complain about the customers that lagged behind at the expo, urging them to go home and now I'm behaving like the selfish customers.&lt;br /&gt;he was angry at me for being selfish for not sparing a thought that he's working early the next morning and i didn't care about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and my argument was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i was a paying customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i brought in business to topshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i made an effort to coax him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i said sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought to myself, enough is enough. im sick and tired of all this. my heart has been through too much and its time to give it a rest. this is not the first, second or third time. there never is a time where we met in peace and we don't fight. i'm drained by all this and i refuse to risk placing my heart under the torch again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today on my way to school, i had a very bad morning. my two buses to school practically pretended not to see me running for the buses and left me waiting at the bus stop. and what i practically do at the bus stop is think of the situation all by myself. when my second bus to school left like how my first bus did, i burst. i couldn't control it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i was crossing the road, i'd feel like standing in the middle of it and letting a car drive through. but i know, it'd be just selfish to do such a thing. i have to rationalise it and running away is not a solution to the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i was tearing my whole way to school. he gave me a few sms-es to me which i refuse to reply. he made calls to me but i didn't have the heart to either reject or ignore them. it made me sad just listening to his voice. and i teared, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i made him promise me that he wouldn't do this to me ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can still trust him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7419907-116953971550639415?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/116953971550639415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=116953971550639415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/116953971550639415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/116953971550639415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2007/01/yesterday-me-and-my-classmates-dropped.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-116780347722085458</id><published>2007-01-03T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T13:51:17.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/1600/943354/newyear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/320/930772/newyear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all i would like to extend my overdued wishes of happy new year to all my friends, readers and family and everyone in singapore and everyone in the world and ... ok enough enough. i think you get my message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so. ive been working these holidays all the way from friday to tuesday. wheeee. i love working i don't know why. it helps me keep things off from my mind and not think too much about how helpless i'm actually feeling. its been busy busy busy these weekends and i'm lucky that my leg didnt fall off in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is actually my pay day and i'm wondering how much i'll be getting. i'm thinking of getting my mum an mp3 player since i lost her nokia earphones just today. haaa. oops! i lost mine too! damn.. i think i left it in the restaurant. i'm always late for work and in a hurry so i don't actually remember where i put those earphones before i start work. maybe i accidentally slipped it into my colleagues bag. alamak... please can return to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i shall give a short debrief on how my heart went through several turbulences before it reached a stable state as of last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you all have read from my previous entry, it was a bit over the edge and emotional as i penned down my thoughts and feelings at that current of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a while after that post, something happened. on the day of new year's eve. mister wanted out since we couldn't spend the countdown together. i couldn't because it was afterall hari raya haji and i had to follow my family's tradition. that is staying over at my gram's place till god knows what time. we would slack, eat, watch tv, talk, play and do everything together as one big family. but mister insisted that we met or we shall just forget each other. you can imagine how that brought an impact to my life. i had the choice of a lifetime but i think you guys are smart enough to know what i did that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so from then on, i hated countdowns. i hated anything that has got to do with new years. and coincidentally on that new year's eve night, my little cousins tuned on to high school musical and there was this shot where the main characters were spending the countdown together. what 'perfect' timing~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i thought everything was over. i will try my best to forget the wonderful memories. and i begged god to give me the strength to move on. my heart was aching so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i was about to manage by myself, mister re-appeared. i don't know whether i should be extremely happy or furiously angry. because it seems like mister wasn't that all serious and i'm afraid i'll get burned for the second time. so it was kind of hanging on a balance and yes, communication is the key. we had happy talk till morning and everything's back in place and i'm very greatful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for bringing back my smile onto my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-116780347722085458?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/116780347722085458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=116780347722085458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/116780347722085458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/116780347722085458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-of-all-i-would-like-to-extend-my.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-116733702421306995</id><published>2006-12-29T03:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T04:17:04.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're everything that i wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the one whom  i thought i'd never find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the one who trapped me in a room full of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the one who captured my heart and kept it locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for pretending that you cared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for all the laughter you delivered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the comforting words you spoke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for all the wonderful messages you sms-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am missing you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am waiting for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our memories will remain close to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i will never forget how anxious i get whenever i receive an sms expecting its from you and how nervous i get before meeting you and talking to you on the phone. i guess you will never know.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-116733702421306995?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/116733702421306995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=116733702421306995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/116733702421306995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/116733702421306995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/12/youre-everything-that-i-wanted_29.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-116698915963498520</id><published>2006-12-25T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T03:39:19.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a story a day keeps the bookworm away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(just something to share with my readers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a boy sms-ed a girl and asked her if she was busy. she replied him by saying, "go away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy blamed the girl for getting angry at him for no reason whatsoever, which got himself angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an argument started. she called him but the boy hanged up on her.&lt;br /&gt;she felt guilty for starting the whole thing and decided to send out this sms instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"something happened at work today and im feeling quite sad about it and i tot i could pour to you. but anyways, just wanted to let you know that im not workin tomm. since you're not in the mood, i shall not disturb you. gd nite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took some time for the boy to reply her and it got her anxious.&lt;br /&gt;finally an sms arrived - "what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl was so glad for that sms. she asked if she could call him and begged that he wouldn't slam the phone, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl shed some tears while on the phone with the boy and the girl tried her best to share her problems. after a nice, good chat, everything was well once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for your kind attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-116698915963498520?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/116698915963498520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=116698915963498520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/116698915963498520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/116698915963498520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/12/story-day-keeps-bookworm-away.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-116653918105487789</id><published>2006-12-19T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T22:39:41.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/1600/457578/Vivo%20cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/320/981896/Vivo%20cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone now knows its the raining season. its even in the news. and i have neither jacket nor umbrella with me in this raining season. its so freaking cold in the bus and even when you eat outside. imagine eating in an airconditioning room. your food will turn cold in 10seconds. no make that 20. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i have one very very very very funny experience to share. i promised nad i would blog about it. once, we wanted to go parkway from ubi. i wanted to save on the bus fare so we walked to the bus stop that had bus no.15. it was 2 stops away so we walked and walked. and walked. and when it was still further away, it started to rain. slightly. we seeked shelter and the traffic lights each time before we crossed the road. but it didn't help much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we just continued walking just a little bit faster. but the rain got heavier. and heavier. then i started to run! (in my slippers) so i was running all my might and hoping i won't fall but while i was at it, my slipper suddenly slipped out of my feet and before i knew it, i was running barefooted!! hahhahah. it was so funny!! it was so like cinderella just that this cinderella was wearing slippers. it was raining so heavily and i was wearing yellow! i had to turn back, fetch my slipper and continue running. hahahha. paiseh!! but funny. i couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to johnlittle pay day and i have so many things to buy! but most importantly, i want to get a jacket, an umbrella and trade in my phone. but by the time i trade in my phone, my pay would be gone. so much for saving a portion of it. but then, should i get a trade in? because i don't love this phone as much as i love my previous phones. i used to have this special 'connection' with my phone but i don't have that feeling with my current phone. i don't know why. alright, you can call me weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of either getting the N73 music edition, the new lamour collection swivel 7373 or flip 7390. but i've done my survey and the sviwel 7373 looks gorgeous!! woooo!! love love love. i went to ask how much my phone would fetch and guess what. a miserable 250. how can this beeeee!! argh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-116653918105487789?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/116653918105487789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=116653918105487789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/116653918105487789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/116653918105487789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/12/everyone-now-knows-its-raining-season.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-116629142687681467</id><published>2006-12-17T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T01:57:52.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/320/401291/Image087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/320/714911/Image086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school holiday has just started and i'm addicted to working. i even sacrificed the last few days of school for work and i had tremendous fun with the peeps this time round. as per usual, we called up john little for any vacancy and coincidentally they had an expo coming up and we were there to fill up the last minute vacancies. my and kynn even had to work different jobs. meaning different off days and lunch times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even so, we made much better friends and i did a more interesting job. (no, not a basket collector) guess what it is. guess. guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PA announcer cum receptionist. ceh... hahhaha. like real only. but really ah. i didn't know i was a receptionist until they walkie-talkied 'recept' to me. they would go like, "recept come in recept." I would be like, who is recept? me ah? hahahha. yes. that was how my first day went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i was the announcer as well. i'm the 'voice' that you hear over the hall about the hourly specials, weekend specials, paging for the parents of crying lost kids, paging for adults who've lost their way and paging for those who've lost their belongings. adding to that, i had to entertain customers that had problem of overcharging, return or exchanging of items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while i'm making an announcement, customers would turn their heads to me and watch me under the microphone. can you imagine how that feels like? like stage fright! like you're a performer on a stage except with no stage. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but honestly, i don't mind doing it for the second time. i could do my job sitting down and mingle with a lot of people. other staff would always stop by my counter to take my sweet i place on my table. i even had to bring 2 cases of frozz on my last day just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and i lost my bag at the security checkpoint on my first day. shocking i know. you can even lose your bag at the security checkpoint. i lost my wallet containing my ic, my precious water bottle, my fav pink polo tee, my dearest black jacket and my black shorts! they are like my precious belongings but i'm thankful that i had my handphone and ezlink with me then. at least i didn't lose everything. =) so anyone wanna sponsor the replacement of my ic? hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok on top of that, now i'm working as a waitress at vivo city. i shall not reveal the restaurant name in case you guys peep by and see me working. i look buruk working. i look like orang gila. hahhaha. but i'll give you guys one clue where we're working. we wear orange-color top. very the striking. you guys can start playing 'restaurant' hunt now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall leave you guys till here.&lt;br /&gt;i'm working morning shift tomm and it was so busy just now. my back is about to break. can someone buy me the osim massage chair? oto also can. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-116629142687681467?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/116629142687681467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=116629142687681467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/116629142687681467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/116629142687681467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/12/school-holiday-has-just-started-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-116533573610333342</id><published>2006-12-05T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:22:16.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS POST IS DEDICATED TO ONE OF MY DEAREST FRIEND. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. ZULIANA ZAINOLDIN .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE OFFICIALLY FINALLY 18 BABE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ZULIEEEEE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving you to bits even till now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me walk you guys through memory lane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/1600/445330/fun%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/320/321905/fun%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; taken on our graduation day. we were nicknamed as the 'soul sistaz' aka F4 (femalefour) in school. hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/1600/326010/SV300032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/320/923739/SV300032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our 'toxic' dance. it was so easy then, finding a slot during assembly to showcase ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;our neoprint days. we were so addicted to that neoprint machine we wished we could bring it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/1600/199990/groupie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/320/405701/groupie3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/1600/53111/groupie4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/320/274340/groupie4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us with the teacher we loved to 'gossip' with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/1600/522203/fun%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/320/178209/fun%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, our precious npcc days. we were so innocent back then. hehhehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1205/456/320/899680/sO%20hAppY%20to%20Be%20oN%20oUr%20wAy%20baCk%20to%20SG%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-116533573610333342?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/116533573610333342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=116533573610333342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/116533573610333342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/116533573610333342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-post-is-dedicated-to-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-116377946669577013</id><published>2006-11-17T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T00:25:20.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/hehe.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/JB%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my johor trip went great despite the heavy traffic on a sunday and losing our way from one place to the other(we lost our way like 2, 3 times). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the things we had to do: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. keep track that the 3 cars are in-line &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. make sure we 4 families didn't leave anyone behind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. deciding which route to take to reach our destination &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. waiting for each other as we each did our own shopping &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we reached my aunt's place, we did our wow's, ooh's and aaah's. we felt like we were at aloha loyang. at least i felt like. the place was nicely decorated with a beautiful scenery and a peaceful environment. an ideal place to perform yoga. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then resorted to having our breakfast cum lunch due to our ever-so 'punctual' arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/JB%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/JB%20050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then conquered this high-table with high-chairs at the balcony. we continued munching on satay, plain lontong, watermelon, starfruit, chicken-fingers and all the kuihs so that we could still retain our seats. kekekkeke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/JB%20082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/JB%20082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were quite alot of people and we weren't really that close to this side of the family so we kind of entertained ourselves. hahaha. like orang gila. we took millions, no make that billions of pictures. ariff discovered the black&amp;white function in my camera and his hands went clicking away. in fact, all our hands too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then tried to capture the 'perfect' picture of us jumping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the photographer was going, "can you all please jump together????")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the shot that entered the 'walk of shame' goes to.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/JB%20136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/JB%20136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture is exclusively published here. you won't find it anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;(ceh macam bagus je. hahahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;atie&lt;/strong&gt; looked like she was in a wrestling ring if only she had more flesh on her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kynn&lt;/strong&gt; looked like she was tired and wanting to have a sit or squat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; looked like i was shaking my bootie and feeling feeling like beyonce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a very ugly position to be in) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shasha&lt;/strong&gt; wished she had wings to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we didn't look like we were attempting to jump. not even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trial(s) and error(s), this shot finally qualified into the walk of fame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/JB%20139.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/JB%20139.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big-star-jump-everyone!! kynn's legs were too long so they were abit difficult to leave the ground so its not her fault. we totally understand. heheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we cousins were waiting to leave our aunt's place, we picked a different spot to sit at the balcony and i was caught red-handed by kynn biting on my lips. i did that since i was in secondary school? primary school? hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have dry lips and i love biting them. during secondary school, zuli would demonstrate how i'd bite on them and it was so buruksss! hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old habits die hard. its been proven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/hehe.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/hehe.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after our stops at kipmart, marrybrown, taman perling's shell and angsana, we made our way to stulang for seafood. oh my black pepper crab... i'm missing you guys already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before our food came, as per usual, our fingers started clicking away. (again) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/JB%20193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/JB%20193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-116377946669577013?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/116377946669577013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=116377946669577013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/116377946669577013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/116377946669577013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-johor-trip-went-great-despite-heavy.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-116326908305358922</id><published>2006-11-12T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:18:03.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/me%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/me%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you guys were wondering how my cake baking turned out, that's my cake in the oven. not the cake that comes out after you eat but the cake for you to eat. hahaha, okay sorry for being lame. =p it might be because of this flu. i cant taste my ribena no more! argghh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from going to one of my grandma's sister's house and i dressed up today just for one house. tsktsk. but nevermind, tomorrow i'm dropping by johor to go to my grandma's another sister's house. her daughter married a johor resident and they invited us over. and guess what time we have to be ready. at freaking 10am! (and i woke up at 3pm today. hoho.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm actually kinda excited to go. and thank god we can wear casual tomm. i'm wearing my stripes zara top! hahahha. action abit, because my first zara purchase ok! everyone knows i'm a cheapskate and won't spent so much on clothing but i guess, there's always an exception! hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've bought my little cousin her hi-5 top for her belated birthday. i specially dragged my family down to marina the other day just to buy it. but it was all worth it. there were more choices there than vivocity and i got to buy a pair projectshop flip-flops because i realised my reef ones have stink! hahahha. i practically wear them to school everyday and it has adopted a horrible stench! thanks to my sweaty feet and sweaty palms. i think i can get a bath just by rubbing my hands(and feet) on myself. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, continuing my intended posting on the marble-cake-baking tryouts, here are some pictures i took after my cake was sent into the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/me%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/me%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; this was post-baking preparations. it was a mess and my dad was being the sweetest dad in the world. he helped in the washing while i started to clean-up the table. i made some marble cupcakes too and i think those tastes better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the final product?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TAAAAAADAAAAAA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/me%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/me%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-116326908305358922?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/116326908305358922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=116326908305358922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/116326908305358922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/116326908305358922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-case-you-guys-were-wondering-how-my.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-116318949174267631</id><published>2006-11-11T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T04:11:32.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/Raya%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my apologies for not updating sooner. it's been like 18 days? 19? ok, make that 20. To sum it all up, I had a great raya with my family, relatives and friends. There were some complications planning for the raya with my sec peeps but it was a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think there's nothing much for me to say. let the pictures do the talking. oh yes, my try-outs at cake-baking was a success. but it pretty much landed in the bin cos no one really wanted to eat it except me. haha. i have the pics and will upload them in the next entry. As for now, enjoy my raya pics and notice the change in my outfit! and yes, they're from previous rayas'. I only got one baju kurung for this raya which i wore for the first day. And a kebaya which i realised i didn't fancy that much. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/Raya%20085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was us watching pontianak menjerit.(ghost shout.haha.bad translation,i know)And I was busy with my chicken and cherryade. We were screeeeaaaammmiiinnngggg, like the pontianak as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/Raya%20097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/Raya%20097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.cousins in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/Raya%20137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st sis really spoils the pic ah.. we could have celebrated chinese new year. We wore red for the 3rd day to kynn's house and we had teppanyaki. our fabulous chef cik piah was in the house and her nasi goreng was yummylicious!! (you can stop drooling now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/Raya%20163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/Raya%20163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me (emma), cik atie (aunt), sis (yatie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/Raya%20165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all the teppanyaki, we all got abit stressed out. Just look at our faces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/Raya%20178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/Raya%20178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, there was a model-cannot-make-it trying to make it. so how? can make it or not? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This day was the funniest. We originally initiated to go our whole stretch of grandma's house but everyone wasn't at home. We didn't know where to go so the nearest place to go was kynn's dad(which is my uncle) siblings/relatives home. So first we went to the one near geylang. After that, my grandma wanted to see kynn's dad mother so we headed down to eunos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 2 cars so me, kynn, her small bro and her dad had to walk from geylang to eunos. K wait, aren't those places the same? ok nevermind. my uncle said that it was very near and only a 10 mins walk. you heard me, i walked from geylang to eunos. with my high-heels believe it or not. and it had just rained and it got my shoes wet as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle lead the way and it was as if he was going to a marathon! hahahha. he walked so fast that me &amp; kynn who were busily chatting and talking, lagged behind. We'd often shout to him "eh wait lah! walk so fast for what!" Then we opened the topic on how he took part in Big Walk and his participation in this company event which he had to run up and down the stairs and got forth. hahahha. it was very funny. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i was scared of my uncle when i was little. he used to make this devilish face with his teeth then i'd be scared. (if you don't get it, i'll show you when we meet) i'd cry and tell my mom to make him stop and whenever my mum turns to him, he stops doing it. you get how irritating it was?? hahahhha. i was even scared to call out his name. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i don't know how i got from talking about walking from geyland to eunos into my childhood experience. anyways, i admit it was a good exercise from all that walking. (imagine that coming from me. it's weird, i know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/Raya%20201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/Raya%20201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/Raya%20303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, one last whole family picture at my house! My house had an open house and my home chef (mummy) made rendang, bird's egg sambal, kuah lemak for lontong type, burgerdil, paru/lungs, ayam goreng and serondeng sponsored from my grandma. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/Raya%20308.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my house, 6 of us had to take the bus to our ustaz's house in punggol as the cars wouldn't fit all of us. I had trouble getting on the bus with the ever so ketat kain! yes yes, i gained weight as usual from previous years but thank god i could still fit in it. just a bit 'difficult' to take big steps. getting onto a bus from the ground is a big step. i almost heard a *ppprrreeaaakkk*. later become more sexy. hehehee. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, that's about it for my Raya 2006. I doubt i'll update about raya unless i get the pics for the raya with my sec peeps. eh people, what happened to the pictures???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-116318949174267631?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/116318949174267631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=116318949174267631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/116318949174267631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/116318949174267631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-apologies-for-not-updating-sooner.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-116050939412472622</id><published>2006-10-11T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T03:43:14.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow is not a school day so I thought I should just update something(a lot of thing). Sometimes it pisses me off when I go to people’s blog and I see no updates for a very long long long time. (you know who you are so don't pretend) So I should set a good example. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad sore throat yesterday and a running nose today. I drank tonnes of water yesterday so that it wouldn’t be so bad when I fast today. My nose is like a water tap right now and I can’t control it because my nose is blocked. You know that kind of situation. And god knows how many times I haa-chooed in class loudly today. And trust me, they were very loud. My classmates would look at me and give me this look. Eleh, action seh. Aaa-chooo also cannot ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just got back from buying my kuih raya ingredients at sheng song bedok and mum paid $80 for everything. I’m making 5 types of biscuits and going for a try on the marble cake. I’ve not attempt any cake-making so I’m still wondering how it’s going to turn out. *cross-your-fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our short stop at sheng song, we went to buy bubble tea with no bubble(pearl). The auntie didn’t put any and we didn’t say we wanted it. It was so stupid of us. Ok, here’s the interesting part, a little dialogue session coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were waiting for our ‘bubble’ tea to be ready, there was this malay man there, waiting for his tea too. We suspected he was drunk from his crooked stand and the way he talked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Excuse ma’am, now the time is 10.30pm. (Showing the time on his watch) You know what time is the midnight charge? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I was too frightened to say anything because he was just beside me and my sis, on my other side. You never know what he’s gonna do) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis: Oh, 11.30pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: You know how much is the charge? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis: Don’t know. (my sis was too lazy to entertain him) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: If I want to take bus to go bedok interchange take what bus ah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis: Any bus from this bus stop you can take lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Oh, I want to take from that side, the bedok reservoir side. You know what bus? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis: That one I don’t know. Just take from here lah, easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Ok ah… thanks ah ma’am. Assalamualaikum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(we just kept quiet and I was relieved he was gone from my side. A moment later, he came back. I was like, oh shit, what else does he want) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: alamak, I talk to you until I forget to take this. (he forgot to take his bubble tea!!) Thanks ah, see you again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I thought it was funny lah that he forgot to take his drink so I gave this silent laugh. My sis joined in and it was quite loud and he heard us. And what was his reaction?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Eh ma’am, why you laugh? I’m not alias kadir you know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was like the joke of the day lah. The fact that he called us ma’am, is drunk and can still make a joke out of the matter is hilarious. Who would have thought he would come up with such a reaction? So funny lah. I’m still laughing when I’m typing this. The guy was so slumber, he slouched as if he wanted to do something bad to us. Scary yet has a funny end to it. Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we made a trip down to Geylang at arnd 11 and there were still a lot of people walking arnd. My mum bought my dad and little sis their raya outfits and curtains for the living room and, my room! Yay! I love my room’s red curtain. We bargained(bully) with the seller for so long and he was entertaining our persuasive tones. We also bought cushion covers. He insisted it was 2for12, when the price was 1for6.90. We insisted we get it 2for10. it took quite a while for him to give a nod. Anyone who wants to buy curtains, buy from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But geylang so many curtain shop how to tell you which one eh?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok lets change topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday went johor with my family. Got my raya outfits ready, contacts ready, makeup ready and shoes ready. Some pictures for you people to see our day in johor. (with a bit of narration along the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(as we were setting off.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/jb%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We broke our fast at angsana and shopped till the shops were closed. We headed down to Danga Bay after that for the Thai carnival and spent all my money there. you will know soon what i bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just us at angsana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/jb%20018.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had supper cum sahur at Singgah Selalu makan place. It was surprising that there were alot of people around. I had kway teow hongkong. yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/jb%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/jb%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/jb%20033.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was showing a number3 sign with my watch to show it was 3am. Nothing to do with any sign language or identification of anything. so jangan terasa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;they had this nice decorations dangling from the ceiling. And they are made of paper, costing 30rm. (before tawar/bargaining. hehehe) it was very very nice. if only my room was big enough to hang these stuff. maybe one as big as a parade square. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/jb%20028.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes ok, in my dreams. bluek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here goes, this is what i bought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/jb%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/jb%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I bought like 4 eyeshadows, 2 perfume, 2 adidas shirt, lip gloss, lipstick, my smints, blusher. not forgetting my raya outfit. at least one of them. the other one my dad paid for me cos i had no more money. hahahha. bought too many eyeshadow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When i got home, i compared with my sis who's got more eyeshadow sets. hahahha. Guess who won?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/jb%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me of course!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-116050939412472622?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/116050939412472622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=116050939412472622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/116050939412472622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/116050939412472622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/10/tomorrow-is-not-school-day-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-115927661102236742</id><published>2006-09-26T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:29:15.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/hady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/hady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“More than 14 hours after emerging as the Singapore Idol, man of soul Hady Mirza tells us this morning in an exclusive half-hour interview that he still. Doesn’t. Quite. Believe. The. Good. News.” – taken from the SI website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.freaking.cant.believe.it.too.that.hady.won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smsed once after they performed on sunday. I smsed on my mom’s phone once when the result show started. I smsed another one on both mine and mom’s phone when taufik+hady+jon sang I Dream. I pestered my older sister to put in 3 votes. I sent out a mass sms to all my friends to vote for hady. Zuli told me she voted 10times for him. I pestered firzan to put in more votes for hady totaling up to 6. I asked him to vote for me 3 times and I’ll pay him back when I meet him. I begged nadhir to vote 5 times for hady. And I still cant believe he won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was receiving all kinds of sms-es saying jon is leading by 4000votes and that sparked me to tell all my friends to vote for him. Atie was saying that Jon’s going to win and that her boyfriend found out from somewhere that they know jon won already. I was expecting Jon going to win lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shouting like crazy during the results show. I will shout out to the window going “HADY!! AAAHHHHH!!!” a few times. My sister even said, “eh later people complain then you know.” =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When gurmit mentioned Hady’s name first, me and my sister were jumping and shouting like people ready for admission to the IMH! I think it was even worse than that. I was screaming at the top of my lungs and I even cried from all that happiness and excitement! It was freaking amazing. We were at our highest tone, me and my older sis was jumping and jumping and holding each other’s hands. Can you imagine how we looked like?? Like monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So amidst Hady and Jon was hugging on screen, I was asking, “EH ARE YOU SURE HADY WON??? OR DID GURMIT MENTION HE WAS THE RUNNER-UP? ARE YOU SURE???” It was unbelievable ahhhh!! But by the time, my throat was already hurting and my eyes were all watery. Wow, yesterday was like the best day ever in the history of these reality shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to buy Hady’s album when it’s out. FOR SURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and now we voters are left to foot our bill for our sms-es/calls. If only we could claim from hady.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-115927661102236742?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/115927661102236742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=115927661102236742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115927661102236742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115927661102236742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-than-14-hours-after-emerging-as.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-115902825492942706</id><published>2006-09-24T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:29:37.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/lomo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/lomo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school started 2 days ago. and so far, i think it's not that bad afterall. i had one familiar face to look forward to on my first day and thank god our group wasn't re-shuffled. i made friends with my team members, exhanged msn contacts. thats what we usually do to start our conversations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could remember on the first day daphne thought i was 'dao' aka 'action' when we were first teamed up together and to get ourselves talking, she asked whats my email add. hahaha. and now, we're like so familiar with each other. sometimes i wonder, will there ever be someone in this class that would be like the friends i made with in the past classes? i so miss the people who i see everyday, stepping into class with my slumber face each morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my 2nd day, the groups were reshuffled and amazingly, I like my group. I think we got along quite well and even went for breakfast together. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for a jog yesterday around my neighbourhood. i went on last wednesday with my sis and she kept talking and talking while we're jogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my heart i was like, "eh this person. people jog how can talk. you're like gasping for air while running and she can still talk talk. talk about the house lah. so fast it's built lah. walaoeh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then each time I have to take off my earphones to listen to what she got to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about yesterday, i was jogging alone listening to the radio, class95. i've always liked the 'kartuns' segment. By the time i reached the fitness corner behind prime, it was time for 'love songs' with yaz. eeeeee, i don like. her voice like make make one. (like the surianni from anuskrin. yucks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklah so, while i was using doing my own thing at the fitness corner, i saw this couple with the wife heavily pregnant. I thought the husband was quite gd looking and wasn't sure if he was her son or the husband. they took a stroll along the park and when they reached the route where there were no souls present, the husband grabbed the wife by the waist and gave a few smooches to the wife. isn't that sweet? i suddenly feel so... so... i cannot explain it. not jealous but, kind of aaaaawwwwwww.... feeling. get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I saw this group of boys coming from the basketball court and a familiar face made my wandering eyes focused on him. omg, its 'kobis' whom i had a hard crush on during my sec sch days. he was with some friends which i was familiar with too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they didn't see me. i saw them. and suddenly, i felt so sad. i had this sudden feel of loneliness and sadness. i was rewinded to the days where i spent wonderful days with my secondary school days and where i kept giving him this stares at the canteen. we then had our usual eating spots and i would always grab that opportunity look at him. he's adorable and sweet. and still is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took my 'crushes' quite seriously those days. i let out a tear looking at him walk away. it was too short. i wanted more time to look at him. i wish i could run to him and take a good look at him one last time that would last me my lifetime. and the radio wasn't helping. they were airing those love songs which made me even more helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(eh i wanna buy the waterproof camera ah. can take pictures underwater. it'd be so fun. $24. good buy or not?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-115902825492942706?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/115902825492942706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=115902825492942706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115902825492942706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115902825492942706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/09/school-started-2-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-115824937800611228</id><published>2006-09-14T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T23:57:58.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Life Blogger!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofbloggerareyouquiz/life-blogger.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your blog is the story of your life - a living diary.If it happens, you blog it. And make it as entertaining as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its true isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blog because i wan't to be able to read my posts when i get old and laugh it off like it happened just yesterday. it's a way where i keep record of the things i do while i was growing up and able to look into your past whenever you want to. reminding yourself, whether have you changed for the better, or for the worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, it's a way to keep my friends updated of how i am doing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you read my blog, it shows you care. hehehhehe. thankuthanku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i shall not turn mushy now. =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-115824937800611228?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/115824937800611228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=115824937800611228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115824937800611228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115824937800611228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-are-life-bloggeryour-blog-is-story.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-115755598824592411</id><published>2006-09-06T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T23:19:48.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/johnlittle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/johnlittle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started working last monday. at the john little mega expo sale. as a basket collector. and please, stop laughing. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically our job is to replenish the stock of the baskets for the customer to use during their shopping. yes it sounds easy but we have to fold the crooked bags, collect back the trolleys, seal customer's plastic bags when entering, explain the procedure of making an exchange/refund, and make sure we have 246 trolleys each time we start the day and for that, we have to walk one whole carpark and mrt station to find the trolleys that has been 'stolen' from the customers. okok, actually it's such a simple job lah. hahahha. but not when there are customers that just love to go against the rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i stayed over at the entrance, having the responsibility to seal the plastic bags. and there was one uncle(ahpek) and his wife coming in with a johnlittle red plastic bag. He was so rushing into the store that I had no time to stop him to seal the bag so i kinda pulled the bag and said I needed to seal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's do abit of scriptwriting shall we. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as i put my cable tie around his plastic bag, he pulled the plastic bag away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahpek: i want to do an exchange! why you need to seal my bag??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: you can do an exchange but I'll need to seal your bag first. with this you take the item you want to make an exchange with and go to the cashier counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahpek: yah! but why you need to seal my bag?? so stupid. I need to take out the thing inside later anyway what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (with my already 'tak boleh tahan' tone) but you can go in and then put other things inside what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahpek: no no. i don't want you to seal the bag! so stupid! call your boss here, i want to speak to him. (like hello! it's our boss that instructs us to do this! whose stupid now??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: don't worry, i'll just seal the your bag, when you approach the counter, they'll cut it for you.&lt;br /&gt;ahpek: (making alot of noise and saying the 'stupid'  word a number of times.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(his wife was there, and she was the nice one. She actually said in chinese, aiyah nevermind lah. just let them seal. but the husband like crazy stubborn!! he still insisted on not letting us seal it. then the wife gave to us this face like 'layankan je lah' aka 'aiyah just entertain him ah..' kind of face. i could see that the wife is immune to this kind of chaos her husband makes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then kynn came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kynn: but this is the company's policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahpek: what kind of stupid policy is this?? right before i come into the shop, u think i'm a thief and want to steal the things??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, he just walked into the expo. making alot of noise along the way. and the wife was still nice, requested for a shopping bag and gave us a smile. and in the end, we still didn't get to seal the bag. what a waste of energy. this kind of people should attend character-building classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as normal singaporean teenagers. we almost expressed these out in front of him. almost. but customer's always right, right? right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kynn --wt-f!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me -- cb!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in full term if you get what i mean.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working as the cashier previously was so much more fun. the pay was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/magicians%20of%20love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excerpt from the song in the show, magicians of love. oh im so in love with this song now. come sing-along the chorus with me. i know you sound bad but it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kan zhe ni yao zou hai zhuang zhe xiao rong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yan shi de cui ruo yao cheng duo jiu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ru guo xian zai kai kou ru he wan liu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gan qing zhe tiao xian zhu ding zhi neng zhe me yuan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you leave,I still faked a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long do I need to keep up my disguise of weakness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I talk about it now, how do I keep hold of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This string of love is destined to be only this long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaahhh....the lyrics so sweet. you'd cry listening to it if you've already watched the show. i did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-115755598824592411?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/115755598824592411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=115755598824592411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115755598824592411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115755598824592411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-started-working-last-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-115694535106166676</id><published>2006-08-30T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T21:42:31.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>an update supposed to be posted nong nong nong nong nong ago.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;19th August 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up! my distant cousin got married and it was a nice white-red, red-white wedding. eh wait a minute. issit my cousin? or my uncle? ok actually im not too sure but all i know is that, someone got married! yay! and its been a long time since i attended one which i was doubtful whether to wear a baju kurung to a malay wedding. it was so 'susah' to walk in a kain! hahahaah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/Slide1.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/Slide1.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i reached at the wedding venue, one of my distant aunt said to me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EH! You look like hisham eh...??" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was like, "Who is hisham??" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found out it was the groom, the one whose getting married, the one whom i don't know if he's my uncle or cousin. For a minute i was hoping i looked some female model. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaha, kidding kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i didn't know i look like a guy. interesting comment. thank you very much.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my reply was... "ah yelah...my face look like hisham..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hehe. i didn't know what else to say!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so. After the wedding, me, my sis and kynno made a trip down to the padang to catch the movies at the padang hosted by class 95FM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sis had brought along an extra set of clothings(you don't expect us to go all the way to the padang in our kurungs) and 1 paper bag filled with our movie munchies and a mat. I even brought a can of tuna mayonnaise and bread. you can imagine how 'on' i was for that event. kynn didn't bring extra clothings so we went to her place and everyone got changed. i thought we should bring a bigger mat so we could all lie down and i examined a sleeping bag thinking it would be big enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the padang at around 7+, find the best place to lay our mats and enjoy ourselves. there were alot of people and the DJs of class95 was passing around this big yellow box for lucky draws i think, so we hurried to settle down. as I took out the sleeping bag, i found out that the sleeping bag couldn't be laid out wide! We could only unzip to the point where you slip your body in. it was unexpected! so in the end, we had only a small area to lie down and stretching our legs onto the grass was inevitable. it was slenger of us to bring that sleeping bag lar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we settled down, we 'discussed' to ourselves saying MI3 had finished and X-men3 was going to start and i was excited for it! my main aim was to see my dear wolverine in action. but in the end, the whole thing was just about to start. And i hate tom cruise. he betrayed poor nicole kidman and he thinks he's young after being with katie holmes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i think i'm straying from the topic now. back to what i was saying, we stayed for MI3 and i took out my visionM. As kynn was listening to it with me, kert russell's name appeared in the casting list. I liked her in felicity so i thought I should just watch it. So i did and guess what, she appeared just for a short while and died. like what the hell! just as the show was starting to get interesting, she had to die. after that i kept saying, "eh where is kurt russell? why she die....alamak....stupid ah..." hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that movie, we decided to do some self-potraits. This is what we came up with after trillions of trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/Slide2.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/Slide2.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my favourite shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/Slide3.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/Slide3.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/Slide3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 9.30pm MI3 ended and it was toilet break time. Quite a number of people left and we took the opportunity to search for a better space. I didn't feel like relieving myself so i stayed to guard our belongings. they took like 10years to come back. i think they even had to take a plane to go to the toilet. by the time they came back, xmen3 was going to start and atie was bugging me to buy the class 95 tshirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Atie, after xmen finish buy lah! i want to watch this!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atie: cannot! later finish then cannot buy alrd! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: eh nobody want to buy the shirt lah. ssshhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atie: got lah! faster, cheap only! 2 for $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: haiyah!! irritating ah! oklah! faster lah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during the opening credits part, we went to the booth to purchase our shirts. They had a kid's size, a ladies cutting and a men's cutting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: atie, are you sure you can fit into the ladies cutting? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atie: eh can lah! see see. (while model-ing with the sample) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: eh crazy ah! freaking small! i cannot fit lah! i take the men's one lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were buying our shirts, the movie was paused for a while. The DJs interrupted the movie and said, "there is a missing boy. can you guys help search for a boy in an orange shirt around you and bring it to the front. the mom is crying over here and we'd appreciate your help"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In my heart was going, yay! pause the movie and wait for me to get back to my place to enjoy my xmen3!! hahhaha. but it lasted only for a short while but at least it was something! we hurried back to our space and just crossed anyone's view. i think i even tripped over someone's mat on the way. oops! it was dark lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; all in all, i had a very good time and it was one hell of an experience. singapore should do this kind of stuff more often. so fun. only one request, can you guys put the screen a little bit higher so the people at the back can see clearer? the screen rested on the floor and the bottom was practically invisible to the people at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i have a sudden craving for starbuck's hot chocolate. is there any starbuckydelivery?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-115694535106166676?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/115694535106166676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=115694535106166676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115694535106166676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115694535106166676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/08/update-supposed-to-be-posted-nong-nong.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-115452960541419694</id><published>2006-08-02T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:40:05.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i skipped school today. wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because my 1st sis had to use the toilet the same timing as i had to use it. 7am is my timing to use the bathroom and as usual, as i'm up from my bed and reached the toilet, it was locked! damn it. my 1st sis snapped my turn. i asked for my toothbrush and darlie only to be given my toothbrush. what the hell do i do with just a toothbrush in my hand?? use detergent to brush my teeth with? gggrrrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really like to talk much in the morning and so i thought, oh wells, i'll just wait for my 1st sis to finish up. so i went to have a 'short' nap on my couch while waiting. the moment i woke up, it was 7.35am. and there was no hope for me to reach school on time anymore. i would have alrd missed my 83 by the time i'm ready. i continued to sleep on the couch while overlooking my 2nd sis go to work. usually we would go out together cos we take our buses from the same bus-stop. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sunday marked the last day i stepped into the yamaha music school as a student. somehow, each time i go for classes, i still want to continue. but each time before my class, i feel like not going. its such a weird feeling. whenever i'm in class, it seems like i forget everything else and all my focus is on playing the notes in my book and strumming/plucking my guitar strings. and i'm enjoying myself at it. but then, i think i don't wanna burden my father with the fees anymore. and my class was going to practice for our grade8 exam which would even require a higher exam fee. so i thought, i shall just stop till there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell to my classmates which i've spent my 2years of sundays with. you guys are great and will go far. you have my blessings. cheh...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after my class on sunday, me and my 2nd sis did what girls usually do. shopping!! and it was my first time ever really spending my cash/nets whenever i want to. it felt so good having to spent without thinking how much money is left in my bank!! hahahha. i don't know what came over me. and i bought alot of stuff, really. i'm amazed at my spending even. and i should cut back on it for this month. i shouldn't overspent.(which i think i already did) =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you wanna know what i bought? i'll fill you guys in. (in time-bought order)&lt;br /&gt;1. pepper plus polka dot red top&lt;br /&gt;2. billabong pink shirt&lt;br /&gt;3. black outdoor bag&lt;br /&gt;4. red toy car w remote&lt;br /&gt;5. wallet - dad's birthday present&lt;br /&gt;6. black cherry neckerman sandals&lt;br /&gt;7. facial cream packets&lt;br /&gt;8. baby-g sweet poison edition&lt;br /&gt;9. dumb-bells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine i bought that much stuff in one day. and it's ok to do it once in a while right? or twice perhaps? hehhehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went gelare-ing with kynn, azy, sha, hajar, lut. and kynn got a headache and she was scary. haha. can u imagine i got reprimanded by her? this is the only phrase i remembered vividly during our outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can you stop asking questions? i'm having a headache." - translated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it was the ever first time she was that serious. she was quiet most of the time and lut was massaging her palm as she said it would relieve her pain somehow. and i think it worked? yes, i should tink so. hahhaha. then they left and i went to popular to grab some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow whee, national day's coming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow whee, school holday's coming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow whee, work and cash coming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow whee, late nights during holidays coming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow whee, more tv coming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow whee, more karaoke-ing coming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow whee, more movies coming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahhahahhaa. don't jealous ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love the new HBO channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed up to watch the interpreter till 2am yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*go subscribe it people*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-115452960541419694?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/115452960541419694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=115452960541419694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115452960541419694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115452960541419694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-skipped-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-115392751015224906</id><published>2006-07-26T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:25:10.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/lakehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/lakehouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a perfect movie for those falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a perfect movie for those already in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a perfect movie for those still in search for love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a perfect movie for me? you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: no matter what, i'm in love with keanu &amp;amp; sandra. and i wanna watch it. come on people, hey ho, lets go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-115392751015224906?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/115392751015224906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=115392751015224906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115392751015224906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115392751015224906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/07/perfect-movie-for-those-falling-in.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-115392331382923033</id><published>2006-07-26T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:15:13.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emma, you find love in a Secret Crush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/secret_crush_s.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/secret_crush_s.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love the crush. It's that simple. Butterflies in the stomach, blushing when they walk in the room, coming up with plausible excuses to talk to them — it's the whole fantasy that appeals to you. Maybe you like having a secret and admiring someone from afar, or perhaps you're just shy when it comes to matters of the heart. But underneath all the cloak and dagger stuff, we wouldn't be surprised if there's a passion for all things mushy and gushy. Maybe that's part of your secret too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In or out of a relationship, you like the idea of the ideal. That's what can make it so hard to take the first step to make a crush something more — you don't want to burst that bubble. But how do you know what will happen if you don't try? Maybe some secrets aren't supposed to stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god, i think it's so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a proper update coming up soon! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-115392331382923033?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/115392331382923033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=115392331382923033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115392331382923033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115392331382923033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/07/emma-you-find-love-in-secret-crush-you.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-115315043352637232</id><published>2006-07-17T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:33:53.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/bang.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tagged-along kynn to baybeats on saturday after quarter-a-day at bugis. i almost didn't make it as i had a terrible tummy-ache on the way. haha. so met kynn's friends at lj over at marina's and headed to the chill-out stage. i couldn't see a thing la. (being the short me)i just saw a guitarist doing his thing on the big screen. not satisfying enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to the arena, and that's where the fun started. woohoo! we 'grooved' to the music and sort of joined in the mosh a teeny weeny bit i think? we were at the sides, pushing back the people that pushed themselves towards us. and i fell to the ground while jumping and being pushed at the same time at this moment. kynn's friend, fat, fell down with me. and i heard she say, "bangun cepat bangun." hahahh. it was scary. we could have been stepped to death probably. so the guy that pushed me held out his hand, pulling me up. hahaha. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/group.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, here's the irritating part. So in the crazy crowd, in the pushing, jumping and moshing, i was suddenly being grabbed on my waist. by the security guard. it felt like i was on a rollercoaster ride where you couldn't control where you were walking. serious! i couldn't free myself from him. it was crazy! and the gig was reaching the best last part lah. so, while the security was 'dragging' me out of the arena, i fell. again. and i could feel the security pulling me up hard. and i mean it, hard. when we reached the exit, security told us to sit bla bla bla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I could remember what he said, "One more time, you guys will be barred from entering and we'll take down your particulars. Then, you'll be sent to the lock-up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there and I'm like, wtf?? what did i do? I fell, pushed people because we were pushed first and dang, we're at fault. so omfg irritatingness. argh. But all in all, I had fun. it was a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/smile.0.jpg" border="0" /&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; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/Baybeats%20063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were late for our 2nd round into the arena and just squeezed our way through the outside crowds. But something else caught our attention. there were these group of guys chanting away "**** you" and "let us in". they were stinking and it took me a while to figure out it was beer. hahahha. they drank and soaked themselves in it, soaking others in the making. kynn got splashed a bit i think. hahaha. lucky i was beside her. she blocked me. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/Baybeats%20097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think our attention were more focused on the bunch of drunkards than the band on stage. even the spokesperson/host had to announce, "you guys better behave or the band won't play." eh don't play, don't play ah. tak heran. hahhahha. its for free anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were punctual for the 3rd performance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/Baybeats%20100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how punctual? we got into the 2nd row in the whole crowd. woo best! so they had this metal platform for first 2 steps from the front. so whenever i jumped, i would lose my footing. i'd try to find my balance again and bang into the people around me in the process. =p i think we were the only ones at the front that actually moved to the music. everyone else was like standing and god knows what they were doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the people around me lah. I feel like some mad woman cos the person in front of me, beside me and behind me were just standing there. i think they were waiting for a durian to fall from a tree. hahhaha. I was there, jumping like a monkey and in the middle of my jumping, this white-haired guy suddenly appeared behind me. shocking!! he looked like a ghost each time i glanced to my back. then sometimes, he would go crazy and give me a sudden push forward, leaving me to squash the person in front of me. haha. but it was actually fun lah. the people pushing, you getting shocked, and you'd laugh over it. hahahha. funny thinking of it. like some no-brainers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i took the last train to pasir ris and waited for the long long long 3A. The service actually ended at pasir ris drive 12, right before the expressway to punggol. By then, it was around 12.50am and i was alone at the bus stop. i hailed a cab and paid a freaking $6.50 for it. midnight charge lah, extra charge lah, this lah that lah. i reached home at 1+. (thank god mom&amp;dad didn't say anything. =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday i went for my guitar lesson and my whole body was aching. I complained to my sister lah. my neck was somehow sprained, my back was about to break and my legs were wobbly. so tired! the best baybeats among all. we took the most pictures, went into most of the performances(i think) and we went with the most people(i think). hohoho. best lah people. thanks for the nice night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i can't wait for tomm. it's kynn's-treat-me-day at gelare! oh-i-so-cant-wait lah......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-115315043352637232?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/115315043352637232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=115315043352637232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115315043352637232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115315043352637232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-tagged-along-kynn-to-baybeats-on.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-115289204549349635</id><published>2006-07-14T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T23:47:25.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/baybeats.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/baybeats.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dress code: just be yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-115289204549349635?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/115289204549349635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=115289204549349635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115289204549349635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115289204549349635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/07/dress-code-just-be-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-115270919234086255</id><published>2006-07-12T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T20:59:52.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Happy_birthdaypcmsg.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Happy_birthdaypcmsg.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Birthday shout-outs coming up!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Going out to my primary school mates.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy Belated Birthday to you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy Belated Birthday to you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy Belated Birthday to Siti Zahrah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This goes out to another of my primary school friend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy Advance Birthday to you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy Advance Birthday to you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy Advance Birthday to Nurul Jannah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy Advance Birthday to you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To Both of you:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;May all your wishes come true and everything goes out well for both of you. Hope you and your loved one(s) stay together, forever against all odds. Good luck people! =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-115270919234086255?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/115270919234086255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=115270919234086255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115270919234086255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115270919234086255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/07/ok-birthday-shout-outs-coming-upgoing.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-115253759576875365</id><published>2006-07-10T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T21:19:56.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get-Set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;presenting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2006 world-cup champions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/italy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #f4f4f4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #f4f4f4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay yay yay! though i don't know who plays for italy and i haven't supported italy all my life, i didn't want france to win. so.....yayness. italy is the 2006 world-cup champions! too bad i missed zidane bull-heading the opponent's stomach. hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually quite sick and tired of school nowadays. can someone please say to me, why am i in school again? sometimes i feel that my life is wasted away everyday going to school. half my day is spent waiting for the damn buses to take me from punggol to woodlands and back. and i hate hate hate waiting. waiting alone makes my day even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my class doesn't make things any better. all i hear is everyone speaking in chinese and it frustrates me even more. it felt so sad, being the only person not understanding what my classmates where talking about and it seems my world was revolving in an all-chinese environment. somehow, i managed to fight back the tears and shut the world around me. blasting my earphones helped alot. and i mean it, alot. the sound of the chinese language temporarily stopped vibrating my eardrums and screams played on my itunes. what great timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't mind them as they are afterall born chinese and they are just speaking their language. but imagine this, you're the only chinese, hanging out in an all malay group, and everyone's speaking in malay, sharing jokes, laughing at each other and stuff having a good time. and you're there like one goondoo, not understanding anything. what do you feel? it's bad having to experience this and it really sucks. big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't wait till i end this semester. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please, some malay companions in my next class!(it wouldn't be so bad then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for kynno to treat me to gelare. tuesday!(k don't get shocked people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don forget, choc ice-cream with warm waffles and choc syrup! aaaaahhhhhhhhh.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(this entry intends no offence to any particular person. so don't feeling feeling ok. haha.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-115253759576875365?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/115253759576875365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=115253759576875365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115253759576875365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115253759576875365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/07/get-ready.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-115236913595635525</id><published>2006-07-08T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T22:32:16.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mutiple posts coming up. So get ready for the entry marathon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th July 2006 - Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to meet a buyer of my nokia 6670 original hp casing. i didn't want to go alone so i made nad accompany me. thanks hor! I guessed that everyone was busy with their own things so I had noone else to ask. he still owes me my birthday present anyway and coincidentally, he was collecting his pay. but i didn't get to decide what i wanted so the present is still pending. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok what i actually wanted to blog on this day was the meeting with the buyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sell stuff online - yahoo! auctions. So some of them request for meet-ups so this was one of those meet-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually started the price at $8 including postage. He asked a question and he said he needed the casing immediately, how he could contact us and he wanted a meetup and he'll pay $9. Me and my sis were kinda confused on why would he want to pay $9 when we're selling $8 ? weird right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway we met outside 'popular' at compass point as the buyer sms-ed me to meet there. I actually thought that the buyer was a girl, because my sis said the email the buyer used to bid the item sounds like a girl's. So my mind was set to see a girl. I was holding on to the casing and I had no clue how the buyer looked like. We agreed to meet at the entry of 'popular'. Then there was this one guy, around my age standing there, don't know wait for what. THen i was so reluctant to go lah. he was looking at me weirdly and i was looking at him weirdly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our thoughts must be going like "eh, is this the one? what if it's not? later paiseh ah. but, is it him/her?" hahhaha. So what the heck, i just went to the guy and said, are you the one buying the cover? And of course, my judgment is right. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urged him to check the cover and i think he didn't bother. i was surprised. I mean, if being the kiasu-me, i think i would make sure that it's of good quality and still good ah. but he was like, just turn2 the packet for a few seconds then he said, can lah. hahahha. so good. i was worrying he wouldn't buy because there were some slightly visible scratches. After that, he took out his wallet and handed me 10 bucks. I was going to give his change. Guess what he said, oh, u can keep the change. like wth!! super duper good lah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy as I was 10bucks richer. hahhaa. Nad noticed he had a few 10buck notes in the wallet. hahha. noti noti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, we just walk walk, talk talk and laugh laugh. We tried the corney dog at this hotdog's shop and it was very nice. we didn't know they had the cow-like tubes to squeeze out the sources onto our hotdogs until we were halfway down with out hotdogs. hahhaha. I think the cow-like tubes look kinda vulgar. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd July 2006 - Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ervy's sister's friend's brother aka my friend's sister's friend's brother aka my friend aka my hyatt colleague's brother got married! And we were invited, to become the kendarat/servers/helpers. hahahha. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and England had to lose to Portugal on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sad day and arip called to share the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind arip. england have 4 more years to claim the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ****, beckham is not the captain anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you christiano ronaldo. Rooney should have stepped on your pe*** instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have done it myself if i was there in Germany. hahhaha. mcm real je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Rooney, Poor Beckham, Poor Gerard, Poor lampard, Poor Gary Neville, Poor Ashleycole, Poor Rio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor england.........................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking on the bright side, I was $39 richer. Ervy passed me my pay which she collected for me the last time. thank you ervy! Continuing my story on the wedding, helpers were suppose to dress up with a white polo tee and black pants. I didn't have one so i wore my 3/4 cargo/baggy/very comfy black pants with my old-time white bacin shoes. hehe. so me, ervy and her bf waited for faiz at the bus stop. he watched the brazil match and thank god, BRAZIL lost. I was so shocked when i found out! hahahha. unbelievable!!! by craig david. hahhaha. ok, crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so, we had some sort of a joke of the day - that day. There was this uncle in-charge of the decorations i think and was at the wedding. He was nice, encouraging us to eat more and don shy shy. He was smiling all the time and was very friendly. (probably extra friendly). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, the desserts came and we were halfway done with our briyani rice. He came over our table and said, "Help yourselves to the desert. Got honeydew pudding..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ervy said, "eh imah, did he just say desert? how we want to eat desert?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing like hell la!! so funny!! everyone was laughing. i mean, if you act it out, and the way the uncle was talking to us and saying "desert" instead of "dessert" was like the funniest scene of the day.  hahahha. but it felt so bad. i mean, hahhaha. ok, i think i shall stop talking/typing now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i chose thoe job of giving out the berkats/souveniars for the day. Easy job for me. hehehe. =p there were people looking at me funny. I think they somehow thought i'm a chinese and becoming a kendarat/helper for a malay wedding. Lucky there were pakcik/makcik, if not i korek2/digdig the eyeballs. hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to leave at 2.30pm as I had guitar lessons at 4. It was so sad. I wanted to stay but I had other commitments. It was so nice spending time with you people. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th June 2006 - Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we attended a wedding banquet at westin stamford. my chinese side of relatives hosted it and we had one muslim table all to ourselves. =p we couldn't actually finish all the food that was served though I had endless topping-up of coke. i think i drank like 1.5l of coke that day or more. hahaha. So usually for these long-lost meetings, me and my sisters would go shop for something to wear beforehand. It's not everyday that we get invited to such places. And we had to look presentable - dress up for the occasion as people say it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i tried to look natural with the high-heels! it's been decades since I had them on. And amazingly, with the high-heels, I'm finally at the same height with my sisters.(or somewhere there) hahahha. please don't laugh people. i hate being short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/Wedding%20149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/200/Wedding%20149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the midst of waiting for the whole 9-course dinner to end, we had a mini picture taking(s) as a family/sisters. We were getting quite bored for a while and i think we took more pictures of ourselves than the groom and bride with the guests. kekeke. We're not vain. We're just filling up time. pictures comes precious memories. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/Wedding%20097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/200/Wedding%20097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/Wedding%20110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/200/Wedding%20110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/Wedding%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a very long time to decide what to wear for this.i didn't want to overdress though i didn't want to look under-dress too. (is there such a word as under-dress? k whatever. you get what i mean) If it was so easy, i would have gone there with my t-shirt and jeans. =p i think my friends will have the shock of their lifetime if they saw me that day. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So then, it was our turn to take pictos with the bride and groom. like, finally! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us shook hands, (with the bride and groom that is. if i shook hands with my own family members, i think people would think we're weird. hahha) conveyed messages like "congratulations" and "thank you". It was a nice blue &amp; white wedding. i wouldn't mind going again, because it's not me giving the red hongbao. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/Wedding%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/200/Wedding%20075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the wedding, we continued our photo-taking frenzy. We covered the lobby, the lifts, the bouquets displayed and almost everywhere. I think we missed the toilet. damn...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/Wedding%20131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/200/Wedding%20131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/Wedding%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/Wedding%20149.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/Wedding%20110.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/Wedding%20110.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*something wrong with the blogger so limited pics for this entry. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i'm tired. to write somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and to that someone. i give up. dont bother about me. i will not bother about you. there's nothing left in this body of mine that is still pinning hopes on you. I want to make things clear once and for all. no more confusion, no more heart pains, no more torturing. i hope i'm not the bad person again because the hints and clues expressed were oblivious to you. it seems that you don't care at all and i'm blamed for being too sensitive. argh,  it's always me that has to be the bad one. i simply, give up. forget it. forget it!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/Wedding%20110.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/Wedding%20110.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-115236913595635525?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/115236913595635525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=115236913595635525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115236913595635525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115236913595635525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/07/mutiple-posts-coming-up.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-115150068221722424</id><published>2006-06-28T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T21:18:02.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suzie's Birthday</title><content type='html'>an overdued post coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my 1st sis's bdae on the 21st of June and we celebrated in at terminal's swensens. yum yum! I'll let you guys drool over the pics. go on, shoo shoo! hehe. (not pictos on food, but pictos of us!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a snapshot right before we were sent to our seats. my hair was a mess cos i was studying for the bloody applied chem ut! (oops! =X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/bdy%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/bdy%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my 2nd sis got her a gift the previous day. a sexy top for her to go clubbing! hahahha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/bdy%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/bdy%20044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More snapshots. pictures speak a thousand words. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/bdy%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/bdy%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/bdy%20052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/bdy%20052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/bdy%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/bdy%20049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/bdy%20041.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/bdy%20041.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/bdy%20038.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-115150068221722424?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/115150068221722424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=115150068221722424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115150068221722424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115150068221722424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/06/suzies-birthday.html' title='Suzie&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-115139468942154118</id><published>2006-06-27T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T15:51:29.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're tagged!</title><content type='html'>7 random facts about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im officially 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wear makeup. Except for special occasions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everything free. (being a kiasu-singaporean-me) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t actually care about my dressing (please don’t be judgmental) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate ironing clothes (not that I love wrinkled clothes) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love football, especially  Manutd and England (and beckham. Haha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a lazy-ass. No doubt about that. (my friends would know what im talking about. Haha.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that scare me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Almighty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going bankrupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life after Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being fat (hahaha. But I’m already am so it doesn’t make a diff.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The needle (my last one was the BCG!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random music at the moment... (7 only?? Not enough) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow Patrol – Chasing Cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy Geiger – For you I will (very romantic song) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay – Yellow (omg. They’re coming to Singapore!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig David – Unbelievable &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cueshe – Stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Jovi – Always (all-time fav) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pan – Bintang di Syurga (WOOHOO! I love this song) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I like the most... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mp4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories with my Sec Sch mates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPCC memories (all my juniors, CI’s, TO’s, OC – mr charn!. Lol.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house (it’d be better if I had my own room though. Teehee.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried Baby Squid (compulsory order at simpang) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping, watch tv, eat, play with lappy (all that daily activities. You know what I mean) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I say the most... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau giler? (are you crazy??) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biar betol? (For real??) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm…entah eh? (Donno eh?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?? (Ok, this doesn’t need translation.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you (please mind your manners everyone. lol) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak caya ah (I don’t believe ah.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god!! (all-time fav) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that felt like I just gave you people some mly-eng lesson. =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 people to do this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yatie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kynn (I doubt you’ll do you lazy ass. Haha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madeline (I’m not even sure you read my blog or not. lol) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firzan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever reads this entry. Gotcha! Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“LOTS OF THANKS” to zara for taking your precious time to tag me to do this. Hahahah. It gave me something to post, I think? Haha. Yeah yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, be strong and believe in yourself. Be sure what you do is for the best and believe that you are doing the right thing. Have faith and this world would be a better place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-115139468942154118?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/115139468942154118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=115139468942154118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115139468942154118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115139468942154118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/06/youre-tagged.html' title='you&apos;re tagged!'/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-115048403155095461</id><published>2006-06-17T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T02:57:08.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/pic%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I'm bored and decided to blog. It's 2am and yesterday, ENGLAND WON!! YYYYYEEEEESSSSSS AAAAHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually went wild wild wet before I went Johor but what the hell. I'm bored. I HAVE to find a topic to talk about. I kinda miss my hair. The hair where people said i looked like rahimah rahim tho i hate her. hahhaha. It made me look more girly at least? cos i think i look like a tomboy now. do i? do i people? i think i act like a tomboy to begin with and having short hair doesn't help. hahhaha. ok whatever. tomboy pon tomboy lar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's peterpan's gig at hrc. I so wanna go but i don't have the tickets. I'm thinking, should I go hand around outside that place and hopefully somebody comes up to me and says "do u want tickets?" it'd be better if they added the word 'free' in the middle of that sentence. Oh i so-love free stuff. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to my pal, firzan, for making it on 89.7fm on thursday. You were ok but could have been better! No matter what, jia you! There were silent parts during the dj-ing part which made me wonder what's happening at the radio station. hehhehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok thats all ppl. School's starting on monday and I'm dreading it. I want more holidays. Can i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/pic%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-115048403155095461?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/115048403155095461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=115048403155095461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115048403155095461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115048403155095461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-bored-and-decided-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-115021822927527156</id><published>2006-06-13T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T01:03:49.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/3d3fscd.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/3d3fscd.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After reading my sis's blog, i thought, oh well, i should update too. here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to our closest neighbouring town which is so familiar to us, Johor Bahru! Like that's something special. BUT, our motive on crossing that 2nd link and paying all that tolls is because, we wanted to visit the new JUSCO! I don't know how many time's we rounded that town till we finally reached that jusco. None of us actually went there before and we were trying our luck in finding that place. hahaha. good try people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we could have reached KL if we had our directions right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, picture above taken while sitting down at an indoor coffee shop in jusco. Like you know, yakun kaya place? Yes, like that. You see my face? like sleepwalking. I just find the picture funny and it made me laugh. K i know, you guys go ahead and laugh at it. this will be the last time i'm going to make you laugh at me so seize the opportunity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad gave me 150rm to spend. And i had 2orm from my previous johor trip. and how i spent my cash? I had a hair make-over worth 129rm. And that's all. And i mean it, that's all. I didn't buy anything. I think everything there is expensive. I mean, similar to Singapore. but to me, it seems more expensive because the digits are much higher. hahaha. So...you know. When you see an item selling at 69.90rm won't you get shocked? but actually in sg dollars its only 35?34? yah, i think u get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So interested to know how my hair turned out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/transformation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/transformation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my highlights, i over-dyed it all blue-black. You know what the hairdresser said to me when i said I highlighted my hair? "You had highlights?" Her face was like, "THESE AREN'T HIGHLIGHTS!!" I think she'd believe if i said i highlighted them myself. haha. But i didn't ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jusco closed late that day, at 12am. Don't ask me why. i don't work there. haha. So, we left that place at 11.30pm and had dinner at stulang. I think that's how the place is spelled. My first sis intro-ed us to that place. we had SEAFOOD!! my childhood favourite!&lt;br /&gt;When I was in primary school, I used to write SEAFOOD as my favourite food in my friend's diaries. It's so funny thinking of it now. My friends used to write Mummy's cooking la, anything halal la, all sorts of things. hahahha! farnie ah. Childhood memoriessssss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/8abfscd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/8abfscd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic was taken by the shop owner i think. or one of the workers there. he volunteered when i was suppose to take my sis and my mum's photo. haha. Luckily the guy didn't run off with our camera. We should learn from mr.bean next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were halfway ordering our food, the tv set showed the opening match of worldcup! So, i switched places with my mum so I could watch. haha. Then there was this makcik nearby us, eating at another vendor. She was so hyper. She shouted and stood up whenever the germans are near the goal post. Each time she does that, heads will turn to her. hahaha! my mom was saying, "cannot eat in peace. suddenly people will cheer and shout for no rhyme or reason." But I was there to join the fun. I also showed my enthusiasm in the football match. hahah. come on people, it's the opening match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/1600/bb98scd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/bb98scd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a candid photo of me taking a bite off the black pepper crab! Yum Yum!&lt;br /&gt;(notice at the corner, my lil sis is sleeping. hehe. so cute, with the punting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/456/320/6804scd.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to a place to have our car washed. They vacuumed the inner seats and wiped clean the outer parts of our car. The tyres, windows, screens, doors, top, but not engine. They didn't go that far. hahaha. So we had to vacant the place out so they could do their job. It was 1am-2am? around there. We were all so tired and the washing place was peace and quiet. I was forced to listen to some music. hehe. And I made myself comfortable on that oh-not-so comfortable chair. what to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, a very long entry huh? What the hell. I hope you guys are pleased. But the next time I'm going JUSCO, I'm sure going to do these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Dunkin Donuts (by the time we went there at the end of the day, their donuts have finished. Left those weird weird ones. Like banana, mint, strawberry flavour. No!! I don't like weird flavours.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Baskin Robbins (i walked pass it thinking i would turn back later. BUT, the place was freaking big and when i wanted to walk back, it was just too far.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Buy something (hahahha. i didn't buy anything so next time, I must at least buy one item!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok that's all. I will do these things the first thing i step into JUSCO next time. hahaha. I shall jot them down in my handphone to-do list. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-115021822927527156?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/115021822927527156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=115021822927527156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115021822927527156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/115021822927527156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/06/after-reading-my-siss-blog-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114927147172736800</id><published>2006-06-03T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T02:04:32.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/peterpan.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/peterpan.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone accompany me to go to peter pan's gig at hard rock?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Or even better.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Can someone buy me the $150 vip ticket?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Or maybe, pay $50 of it and I'll settle the rest.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pretty pretty pretty pleaseeeeeee?? I'll love you forever for that!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm so desperate to go. I love all their songs and I'm sure going to sing together with them like hell. And I'll shout like hell too. I'm even imagining me being in the crowd singing along with their songs. I'm so gonna cry when ariel sing songs like "BelakangKu",  "Menunggumu", "Jauh Mimpiku" and yada yada yada.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;omg....I've been waiting for them to come here but their tix are to expensive! It's so close to coldplay's. I mean... come on. One from Indonesia and the other from... eh Coldplay from where one ah? Sweden? Britain? ah donno ah. I don't read band's history. As long they write good songs. hahahha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Moving On...............................&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been updating quite often but I know you guys like it right? hahhahahha. K that's crap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I WANNA GO FOR PETER PAN!!! NATAPORN, GO PULL SOME STRINGS AH. hahahhahahhaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114927147172736800?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114927147172736800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114927147172736800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114927147172736800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114927147172736800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/06/can-someone-accompany-me-to-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114922400574293753</id><published>2006-06-02T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T12:53:25.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Cikgu05%201.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Cikgu05%201.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's suppose to be lunch time but it seems my usual lunch companion is already full... Haiz...Feeling quite sad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I actually anticipated for the clock to strike 12 so that we could go lunch together. But it didn't happen. So sad lor!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My intentions were crashed. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They were:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Meiji Dark Chocolate&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Makcik's Paru with Rendang&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Bandung&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Hotdog Bread&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(in respective order)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I thought we had a good thing going on together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114922400574293753?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114922400574293753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114922400574293753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114922400574293753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114922400574293753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-suppose-to-be-lunch-time-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114899471726917404</id><published>2006-05-30T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:11:57.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20055.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20055.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short update coming up people.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shout-out to Daphne --&gt; I was happy to be there when you need a friend. =) Stay happy darling.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm so waiting for my 2 weeks of holidays. I even nicked my msn "3 more days." That's how long more I have to go to school before my holiday starts! So you can stop asking me now. hehehhe. (though i've been cheekily skipping class and waking up late at home. I've even skipped 2 applied chem class and the fac asked about me. oops!! I JUST HATE CHEM LAR!!!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I had a UT just now and another one coming up this friday. RP did this purposely. They wanted to make sure we came on the last day. if not, you know, i know. hahahhaha. So I'll HAVE to come in the end. argh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;photo was posted randomly. a chance to see my slumber eyes, looks like i just woke up. we were in the train from KL to SG ok!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I'm actually wondering what should I do in my 2 weeks of holiday. Should I spend it working and look for money? I miss the people in hyatt. OR, should i catch up on my studies? Weizhi asked me whether I want to do some revision in the library during the holidays. Hm.... a tough decision. a very tough one. And the holiday is only 2 weeks. 2 freaking weeks. it's so insufficient.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok, did i mention this was just a short entry? haha. K. i'm gonna eat my soto now. Yum yum!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;p.s: don jealous ok. soto from inspirasi. hahahhaha. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114899471726917404?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114899471726917404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114899471726917404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114899471726917404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114899471726917404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/05/short-update-coming-up-people.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114836853678570061</id><published>2006-05-23T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T15:15:36.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/8829scd.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/8829scd.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture from Johor Trip on Mother's Day. But amazingly, my mum's not in the pic! How contradicting is that. hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm in class now actually in 3rd meeting. My team was first to go! so time for me to update. hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the picture, Me and my sisters are smiling funnily right? That's because we're trying to hold my little sister still so that she will take the picture. She was struggling to run away because she had gotten off her stroller. FUNNY &amp; CUTE! hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok. I have an announcement to make. My hair's short. Completely short. As short as my little sister's. And that's because, my 2nd sister suggested she cut it there. I MISS MY HAIR!!! My shoulder-length, tie-able, running-off color hair!. Crazy right? I didn't know it would go that short initially but it did! So now, If i were to go to work at Hyatt, I wouldn't have to tie my hair anymore! Can you imagine how short is that? ish ish ish....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've watched DaVinCi Code but I didn't exactly understood it. haha. It was quite scary when the EvilGuy(i forgot his name, was it Silarus? ok, i forgot) jumped on to the people to kill them. Especially when he jumped on to Tom Hanks. I SHOUTED in a DAVINCI CODE movie. haha! And it's not even a horror movie.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last sat I went to Milennia Institute with my Trios.(me, ervy &amp; ata) They brought their partners and I had one too. My visionM. I had it's company while i was sitting alone in the bus, while walking when my friends were holding hands with their loved ones. It also became my companion on my lap when I was sitting in the cinema. Do you guys know how sad and lonely I felt at that time? When my friends were having a very good time with their partners, I was there to entertain myself. And I was there to WATCH them enjoy themselves. While listening to "ballad" songs, I almost shed a tear. but...i didn't lah... hahaha. Crazy, cry for what? hahahahha. So after that, we went to watch the Davinci Code all the way from plaza to yishun cos plaza seats were freaking filled. I got myself a lobster with a small tank. Costs me 6bucks of MI coupon. I had nothing else to buy! So i bought myself a lobster. haha. The lobster's actually quite scary and disgusting but nonetheless, I got myself one. I held it with scrubbing gloves. khekhekhe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can't wait for X-Men3. Planning to go with my sec.friends. Let's hope it happens!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114836853678570061?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114836853678570061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114836853678570061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114836853678570061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114836853678570061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/05/picture-from-johor-trip-on-mothers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114803521107826076</id><published>2006-05-19T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T18:40:11.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/d5c2b2e9_1829_s.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/d5c2b2e9_1829_s.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school right now. Waiting for shikin to do her fyp.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just completed my 4 understanding tests and 1 more to go! after that, HOLIDAYS!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My UT's have been so freaking "easy." Out of all my 4 UT's, the one that I can do is NONE! It's not like I don't do my work in class or concentrate in 6thppt. But what comes out in the questions are all application questions and you're suppose to apply what you know! LIKE WTF! I know to you guys it sounds EASY but its freaking not!! I'm so ready to get a D. BUT, if I get an F, I don't know what to do. DONT KNOW what to DO!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So last night, I completed my revision and lengthy RJ at around 12 and I watched KOREAN SHOW! hahahhaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was thinking how tough would the ANatomy be eventually but now.................IT's CRAZY! Freaking pissed at the setters. Argh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok, so recently, I've been watching this korean dvd 18vs29. 2dvds to do, 4 episodes! and after that, watching another show, goong. That's also halfway. Left with around....13epis i think? I don't know.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Actually i'm crapping right here because waiting for shikin to finish her meeting and she's hurrying me now to pack up. SHE's DONE! haha. K, i think I'll delete this entry in future because I think its some sort of redundant. hahahha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Could be probably because my Anatomy Ut was CRAZY FREAKING difficult and not only that, ALL MY UT's SUCK!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wonder how i'm going to pass this course.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SOMEBODY HELP!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114803521107826076?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114803521107826076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114803521107826076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114803521107826076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114803521107826076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-school-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114770824950687200</id><published>2006-05-15T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T23:50:49.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/pic%20015.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/pic%20015.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all Mother's all over the world!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My applied chem test is over and I think...I think... I'm going to flunk it. =p&lt;br&gt;SO many qns left me dumbfounded and we were only given 30mins to do them. haiz... nevermind. Applied chem is not my cup of tea.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So how did i spend mother's day on 14thMay? On the eve, my house had a mini bbq gathering. We had teppanyaki and a durian cake! Too bad, I don't eat durian cake. I don like weird tastes in cakes. like orange cake? pineapple cake? grape cake? apple cake? Ok i'm not exactly sure if shops do these flavoured cakes but thinking of it and the colour of the cake might turn out, so not appetizing! I don't know about you guys. hee. As for chocolate, butter cream...AAaaaHHhhh... THat's sedap.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok, as on Mother's Day itself, I'll update that another day. Went for a Johor trip. BEST BEST BEST! It was a day packed up with activities. SO..... stay tune..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114770824950687200?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114770824950687200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114770824950687200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114770824950687200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114770824950687200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day-to-all-mothers-all.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114749812030334534</id><published>2006-05-13T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T13:28:40.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/251/10634/640/Auction2%20072.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/251/10634/320/Auction2%20072.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I had birthday taggies on my tag board. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Replies to my taggies: &lt;br /&gt;eema-kashigal: snowbear cute!! it's not an insult, it's a compliment! you look cute in the pic lor! =) I love the prezzie!! I'll wear it. No worries! But somebody's birthday coming ha... who might that be............ hehhehhe. &lt;br /&gt;eema-yana: we frequently bump into each other!&lt;br /&gt; eema-atie: girly and sweet. it's the same! i will wear in school when...when...i don have school? hehehehhe. woohoo! i can chiong the lesen centre alrd. &lt;br /&gt;eema-nonn: thank you nonny! saw u at agora the other day!! hahahah. &lt;br /&gt;eema-nana: thanks ah for the wish. terperanjat skejap tngk the entry. i didn't see your tag!&lt;br /&gt; eema-aisyah: thanks aisyah! i think you're the only PB0105-an no. i got! hahhaha. &lt;br /&gt;eema-shir: thanks shirley! i hearts you too!&lt;br /&gt; eema-ame: thanks ame. its been a long time ive seen u in school. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, starting my proper entry. To start a new day, A NEW BLOGSKIN! (i think i have to wait a century for nataporn's skin. hahahha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm going Johor tomm and I can't wait!! But the thing I dread is... i'll be having applied chem test on monday!! can you imagine, returning from johor would be me returning back to my mount of doom? I thought i wanted to skip monday's lesson but I have a test!! and my module is applied chem!!! i just hate chem and i'm SO not familiar with it. I CAN'T EVEN READ THE PERIODIC TABLE! it's gone case for me right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, tests aside, my Johor trip! It a mothersday-celebation-cum-holiday. As what my father said, we'll be having lunch at a hotel over there and shopping all day. YAY! and i'll not have to spend my own money. My dad's giving me money to spend!! hahahahhaha. I heart heart heart mothers day! My gram's coming along as well. So me, my 2nd sis and her bf shared a gift. This shimmery blouse, red&amp;black. Though, i've not paid her my share. HAHAHAHHAHA. =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what weizhi says, I MISS GETTING MY A's~! I've been getting B's in daily grades but oh well, at least it's a B. I'll get most disappointed and shocking when i get a C. For my understanding tests? I've been hentam-ing my answers. hahahahha! the true and false questions, was tricky! and my fac said it was easy. I was like, shit. hahaha. NEvermind, it's just the first test. But....the first tests are the easy ones!! Oh god, how am i gonna cope? I'm dead meeeeaaaatttt.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how i wish i had a way to skip time and make monday disappear. It spoils the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114749812030334534?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114749812030334534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114749812030334534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114749812030334534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114749812030334534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-realised-i-had-birthday-taggies.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114716201432535267</id><published>2006-05-09T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T16:06:54.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/DSC00128.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/DSC00128.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok people. I owed you guys this post on 5th May.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanks people for your birthday wishes! But sms-es recieved after 5pm, I apologise, I didn't read them. I lost my phone that day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My 18th birthday was the worst birthday I had. 1st, I had test both on thurs4thmay and friday5thmay. I was so not mentally prepared to endure 2 tests, ending class at 5, stepping into the lab for the first time, contributing to a lab report and having night religious class on my birthday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The start of the Friday was alright. My friends were there to sweetly celebrate my birthday with me. hehe. They actually wanted me to disperse from the cafe first and buy food at the canteen so that they could go head with their whatever plan they had. But I didn't want to and I had no idea what was coming. Then, when I came back with my beef lasagne, daphne came with a brownie topped with vanilla ice-cream. I even said to Daphne, "Wah daph...Eat brownie seh..."&lt;br&gt;She replied, "It's For You."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hahahha. Shocking. So they handed me a OP shirt with a DIY card. Thanks darlings. I'll keep it properly. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SO my day was going on fine until after my last test for the week. The security guard was shoo-ing us and we had to hurrily pack and leave the class. And I forgot I was charging my phone on the opposite table. I left for 7-11 and only realised that my phone wasn't with me. I rushed back with the help of the security guard and my phone is gone. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;IT'S GONE!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;F*** the people/person who took my phone. I curse them that they will be infected with a fatal disease and die slowly suffering. ARGH!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The security head officers were nice and helpful. Their efforts are commendable. Thank you guys.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So that evening, I was suppose to meet this person because I bought something online. BUT I couldn't contact her because I don't have her no. It couldn't get any worse. So i just headed down to tiong bahru nontheless and I asked every single soul that was waiting there. The question went, "Are you from yahoo! auctions?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was embarrassing but I had to do it. I gave up finally and went to my religious class. That was the moment I told my mother about the incident and guess what, I uncontrollably cried in front of everyone because I was just so sad that these things happened, and on my birthday at that. And also, this was my 2nd time losing a phone and I'm totally disappointed with myself and also feel irresponsible of my things. It was such a deep reflection of me and I hated myself for that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What I lost: &lt;br&gt;my pictures in my phone--&gt;pic of me and mark. I LOVED THAT PIC!&lt;br&gt;my long list of contacts --&gt; which i will never recover&lt;br&gt;my forwarded messages --&gt; mostly from faiz&lt;br&gt;my stored birthday wishes&lt;br&gt;my uploaded songs in my phone&lt;br&gt;my ringtones&lt;br&gt;my msg beeper --&gt; train signal&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OK. let's stop probing on the past. Let's look into the present. So I got a new phone and I've got a new no. I wish i could go forward u ppl my no. but... I DON'T HAVE your numbers. So.. you guys should come and add me into your contacts please!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Should I display my no. here so that everyone can just add my no.? But I'm scared some other psycho's take my number and abuse it. K nehmind, if u need   it, ask from me. I'll be more than willing to give it to you. Oke people.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok, back to my birthday night. My cousin surprisingly gave a present. hahahhaha! THAT was totally unexpected of her. I can't seem to remember the last time she gave me a bdae present. Probably 10 years ago. Hahahaha! OOps! I'm exaggerating la ppl..&lt;br&gt;So we had a cake at my aunt's place. My small teeny weeny cousins blew the candles. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My Mom gave me bag that I wanted at Montip, my sis bought me this girly green cardigan. Shikin got me this 4cute photo frames and my dad paid half for my creative visionM. hehehhehe. And I got a newphone. These are my birthday treats. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oklah people, I'm missing my phone already. And I've got a headache typing so much today.&lt;br&gt;Till Next Time people... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114716201432535267?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114716201432535267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114716201432535267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114716201432535267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114716201432535267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok-people.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114715980646784695</id><published>2006-05-09T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T15:30:06.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/DSC00135.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/DSC00135.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Favourite Take among all Snaps! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SO cuddly muggly. Daphne's position look like snow bear to me. hahahhaha. That's a compliment! &lt;br&gt;Thanks to Mark for snapping it for us! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114715980646784695?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114715980646784695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114715980646784695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114715980646784695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114715980646784695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-favourite-take-among-all-snaps-so.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114715970226033308</id><published>2006-05-09T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T15:28:22.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/DSC00134.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/DSC00134.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I look kind of weird in here. hahahhaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114715970226033308?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114715970226033308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114715970226033308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114715970226033308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114715970226033308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-know-i-look-kind-of-weird-in-here.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114715967001252852</id><published>2006-05-09T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T15:27:50.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/DSC00133.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/DSC00133.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cutesies =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114715967001252852?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114715967001252852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114715967001252852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114715967001252852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114715967001252852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/05/cutesies-p.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114715961072445523</id><published>2006-05-09T15:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T15:26:50.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/3peeps.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/3peeps.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114715961072445523?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114715961072445523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114715961072445523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114715961072445523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114715961072445523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/05/3-of-us.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114715956966734939</id><published>2006-05-09T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T15:26:09.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/mekalai.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/mekalai.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kalai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114715956966734939?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114715956966734939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114715956966734939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114715956966734939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114715956966734939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/05/me-and-kalai.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114715954081984540</id><published>2006-05-09T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T15:25:41.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/DSC00130.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/DSC00130.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Me and Daph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114715954081984540?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114715954081984540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114715954081984540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114715954081984540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114715954081984540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/05/thats-me-and-daph.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114603142125975970</id><published>2006-04-26T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T14:08:26.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#b6b6c2;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Learn French&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d7d6de"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/french.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est super! You appreciate the finer things in life... wine, art, cheese, love affairs.&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely a Parisian at heart. You just need your tongue to catch up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114603142125975970?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114603142125975970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114603142125975970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114603142125975970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114603142125975970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-should-learn-french-cest-super-you.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114595677237355649</id><published>2006-04-25T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:19:32.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/last%20day%20semester.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/last%20day%20semester.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of PB-0106.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;From Top Left:&lt;br&gt;Mark Izzu Andy Me Nadzirah Amelia Josephine Yana&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Missing PD0106 Peeps of Mine:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Daphne Weizhi Kalai Moses Russell Sandy Nelly Joshua Jonas Maimanah Hazel Shirley Jona J.Goh Aishah Elizabeth Aaron&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S: I miss you people la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114595677237355649?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114595677237355649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114595677237355649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114595677237355649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114595677237355649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-day-of-pb-0106.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114595612480923723</id><published>2006-04-25T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T13:28:19.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/trip%20054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/trip%20054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started last week. And I'm in W36N. The one and only malay kid in class. How worse could it get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school, it felt kinda weird to be in a new class. I knew no one, and everyone was a Chinese. And the mode of communication was consistently English (thank god) though sometimes it got side-tracked to Mandarin a couple of times. But I didn't mind it. Because I understood a teeny weeny bit of Chinese myself. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My morning procedures are back to my Secondary School days. Early mornings at 6.20-6.40am and my alarm's the first to ring each weekday. I got into my elective module which I thought I would not get in. It was a miracle that I got into DBMS to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I blame my itchy hands for submitting my module selection with the elective. BUT, I will not drop my elective because it would reflect badly on my graduating cert so, I SHALL persevere!! Just a semester and once it's all over, I can forget about the IPDBMS program and lead my normal poly life. I don't wanna stress myself out by aiming to study abroad a year in Australia to get my Bachelor and not enjoy myself through the journey. I don�t see the purpose of it. My aim in entering a poly was, I wanted to enjoy my academic journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first week in W36N was some sort a very quiet week where everyone kept things to themselves and hoping each day ends very quickly. (I was one of them. =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But approaching to the 2nd week, I think we sort of further familiarize ourselves with the peeps and its turning out for the better. (but I'm still the only mly kid in class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the early mornings. Whenever I'm about to cross the road to the bus-stop, 83 would have arrived. I'd then have to run all the way, hoping that the bus will not be full and waits for me. After that, I have to wait for 161 over at Sengkang. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE TAKE 161 OVER AT THAT BUS STOP???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was the double-deck bus, I could still go in. Where I'll be like a sandwiched tuna at the front door. But when it is single-decked, I wouldn't even get the chance to go in, unless the bus stops directly in front of me. Once, 3 buses single-decked 161 actually didn't open the door because it was too full. See how frustrating it is?? And to see multiple 27 buses pass by at one time frustrates me even more. GGgrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should make a bus from either Sengkang/Punggol to Woodlands. I'd love that. Muaahahhahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114595612480923723?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114595612480923723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114595612480923723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114595612480923723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114595612480923723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/school-started-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114460211334167001</id><published>2006-04-10T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T01:27:12.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's half-time between Manchester United vs. Arsenal now on ESPN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score line&lt;br /&gt;0 - 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A penalty was almost given to rooney for his goal shot because this Arsenal faggot hand-balled. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting football aside, do you guys remember I blogged about me getting nervous for my Guitar Exam previously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I got back the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I screwed up my sight-reading and one of my memorized pieces. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I passed! Hahahhahahhaha. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay-ness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm starting work this Tues till Sunday over at John Little Expo Sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shift: 3.30pm - 11.00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort of excited for work. hahahha. New environment. New people. New experience. New job-scope.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be over at the cashier counter if you're looking for me. hahhaha. Don't forget to say Hi to me Okay? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of scary to become the cashier. I hope the shoppers don't be so fussy and wishy washy over at the expo. Please people, spare a thought for the cashiers, like me. heheheh. I may get to be the packer or cashier. It totally depends. So Keep a Lookout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so, last Thursday, me and my sec peeps dropped by my cikgu's place as she just gave birth to a Baby Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alya Tatiyana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's how it's spelled. How cool is her name?? It sounds like some superstar that's yet to be heard around the world. I want a name like hers. Can i? Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we headed down to Jelapang(where my Cikgu lives. FYI, Jelapang is over at Choa Chu Kang), we dropped by Sem****ng to get Cikgu some baby stuff. We took SO LONG to decide what to get for her. Everything was either too cute, too expensive, too cheap, too not worth the money or too small! So we all voted to give Cikgu the most suitable one and made sure the stuff we gave were worth our money and looked presentable. We got her this Sesame Street Package together with other baby necessities. Cikgu, hope u like it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case Cikgu reads this, the present is from:&lt;br /&gt;Me, Ervy, Juleha, Ata (although she didn't make it), Zuli, Firzan, Ryhan, Faiz, Bahar, Rezal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kinda forgot to write the names in the card. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over at Cikgu's place, she story-told us how she went into labour and what it was like. I think only the girls paid attention to Cikgu, the boys were in their own world at their corner. It was Damn interesting, farnie and scary and... quite yucky! Opps =X . I mean, her description of the things that happened is quite... unappetizing u noe! I shall not reveal them in here. It's rated PG. You ppl are still kids. NO story-telling to you peeps. Unless u beg me? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Alya's Room! I like the green walls. The Baby wardrobe! Sweet and Simple! Just the way I like it. All the baby clothes neatly arranged. All the MotherCare goods nicely hanged. Maybe Cikgu should decorate my room when I have one, one day. Hehe. Can you Cikgu? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some pics, at the same place where we always have been taking pics at. The antique wooden bench at Cikgu's living room. (macam takde tempat lain! Hahahhaha.) Not saying that's it's boring or what, it's just the prefect place for us to take pics to remind us to come back to Cikgu's place for her wooden bench. hehehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, enjoy the pics while you still can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, what was that suppose to mean. It's not as if I'm going to delete them or anything. Or am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. OMG. OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooney just scored. Rooney just scored. ROONEY JUST SCORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ended my screams and shouts and cheers and claps and smiles and ALL for MANCHESTER UNITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO GO GO!!! I'm so freaking happy. FREAKING HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Manchester United! Hold on until the 90th minute. Come ON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can DO it baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, manutd just scored another goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great pass from Rooney to Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahooooooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, Full-time score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United vs. Arsenal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Manchester United.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YYYYyeeeeEEEEEessssSSSssssS AAaaaHHhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, Arsenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Again Next Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's MANUTD's day tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love My Red Devils. Muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114460211334167001?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114460211334167001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114460211334167001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460211334167001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460211334167001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-its-half-time-between-manchester.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114460148019496012</id><published>2006-04-10T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:51:20.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20002.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20002.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting.....................&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Our Lovely Cikgu,&lt;br&gt;Tetty Juliana&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A proud mother of Alya Tatiyana.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Their names sound alike. Don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114460148019496012?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114460148019496012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114460148019496012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460148019496012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460148019496012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/presenting.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114460139004986577</id><published>2006-04-10T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:49:50.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20008.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20008.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just me and Cikgu.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;CHEESE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114460139004986577?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114460139004986577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114460139004986577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460139004986577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460139004986577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-just-me-and-cikgu.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114460134593074097</id><published>2006-04-10T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:49:05.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20023.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20023.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My name's Alya Tatiyana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114460134593074097?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114460134593074097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114460134593074097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460134593074097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460134593074097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114460123843614667</id><published>2006-04-10T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:47:18.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20025.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20025.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shocked*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Who are you??"&lt;br&gt;"Where's my Mummy??"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"I want my Mummy!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114460123843614667?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114460123843614667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114460123843614667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460123843614667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460123843614667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/shockedwho-are-youwheres-my-mummyi.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114460105124149704</id><published>2006-04-10T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:44:11.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20018.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20018.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zuli &amp; Alya&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't they look sweet together??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Zuli jgn kembang.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114460105124149704?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114460105124149704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114460105124149704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460105124149704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460105124149704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/zuli-alyadont-they-look-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114460098918478528</id><published>2006-04-10T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:43:09.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20022.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20022.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Alya &amp; Ervy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Our heads are way bigger than the baby.&lt;br&gt;heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114460098918478528?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114460098918478528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114460098918478528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460098918478528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460098918478528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/me-alya-ervy.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114460086652314798</id><published>2006-04-10T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:41:06.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20030.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20030.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do - Re - Mi&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; The question leaves. Who's Do?&lt;br&gt;Who's Re?&lt;br&gt;Who's Mi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114460086652314798?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114460086652314798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114460086652314798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460086652314798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460086652314798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-re-mi-question-leaves.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114460081004819587</id><published>2006-04-10T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:40:10.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20027.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20027.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faiz's Slenger Face. LOOK!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I positioned my camera so that everyone got into the pic. We managed 4 clicks before the batt died on us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Candied Takes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Here they are!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Scroll on down...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114460081004819587?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114460081004819587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114460081004819587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460081004819587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460081004819587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/faizs-slenger-face.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114460064042230346</id><published>2006-04-10T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:37:20.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20031.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20031.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 1st Trial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114460064042230346?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114460064042230346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114460064042230346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460064042230346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460064042230346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/our-1st-trial.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114460061922390931</id><published>2006-04-10T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:36:59.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20033.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20033.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 2nd Trial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114460061922390931?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114460061922390931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114460061922390931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460061922390931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460061922390931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/our-2nd-trial.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114460058333914272</id><published>2006-04-10T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:36:23.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20032.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20032.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 3rd Trial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114460058333914272?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114460058333914272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114460058333914272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460058333914272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460058333914272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/our-3rd-trial.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114460055280845833</id><published>2006-04-10T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:35:52.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20034.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Picture%20034.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 4th Trial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114460055280845833?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114460055280845833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114460055280845833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460055280845833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114460055280845833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/our-4th-trial.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114434115066991893</id><published>2006-04-07T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T00:50:42.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Peppermint!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hmm, you taste of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Peppermint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v438/msimah/Peppermint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm ... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;peppermint&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crisp and refreshing, you're the flavour of refreshing chewing gum and elegant after-dinner mints. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a season, you'd be winter -- bracing and energising, but cosy, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your honesty and forthright personality make people feel like they've known you forever -- &lt;br /&gt;they can't help but be drawn to your sweet, fresh nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a little old-fashioned, and occasionally shy, you're generally happy and well liked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional and invigorating, you're a truly tasty treat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a Tickle Test from one of the emails and I'm Peppermint! Though I don like peppermint. That weird cooling minty taste that it leaves in your mouth is just uuurrgghh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114434115066991893?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114434115066991893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114434115066991893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114434115066991893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114434115066991893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-peppermint.html' title='It&apos;s Peppermint!'/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114423721149853818</id><published>2006-04-05T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T19:40:11.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/IMG_1831.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/IMG_1831.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about time I updated.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;31st December 2006, Friday&lt;br&gt;Punggol Malay Studs had their first ever Bbq gathering! All thanks to me!! hahahhaha. Kidding, all had their roles to play. =) It wouldn't have been a success if you guys weren't there man. I was so worried that there would only be me at the pit. hahahhaha. What kinda pit would that be i wonder. Ok, enough of my crapping, I shall talk about how the day went.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok to start with, that morning, I accompanied Kynno to the dental. Woke up at 8am and made my way to Outram Park and met her there. After all that, we were suppose to go for our John Little job briefing where i realised...I FORGOT TO BRING MY BANK BOOK! hahahhahha. So we headed back to my place to fetch it. At my place, i switched on the air-con and kynno watched the 'Jewel in THe Palace' NGs i got recorded. I fell asleep on my bed. I was too tired! So i got my 1/2hr of nap and it was alrd 1pm! where we're suppose to arrive at somerset at 2pm. After that, we were hungry so we took a short stroll at the pasar malam near my house. By then, it was 1.30pm and we were crazily late!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; We decided to share a cab BUT there were no cab in sight. So i thought we hop on to a bus and drop at sengkang hoping there would be more taxis there. BUT, we missed the bus-stop and the bus headed to the expressway. AND WE WERE ALREADY LATE! OK nevermind, so we dropped at this pasir ris junction, and luck was finally on our way. The taxi came &amp; we made our way to the Specialist's Centre. Met ervy&amp;ahmad there and thank god, the ppl there were nice and didn't do anything to us for being late. I was so worried that we wouldn't get the job for not being punctual and all. hahahha.&lt;br&gt;OK, that was over. After that, we went home to get ready for the BBQ at night. I was suppose to help my mom cook the spaghetti, spread butter on the corn and wrap em and wrap the potatoes. So when i reached home, my mom just started on the spag. I helped cut the ingredients(hotdog, mushroom, green&amp;yellow capsicum). I left home at arnd 6.15 where i promised nadhir to meet at the void-deck at 5.45. hahhahha. Sorry bout that! So he helped me carried the spag &amp; charcoal. I carried the potaoes, corn and games for that night. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Ervy went to buy the ice and it was raining at that time. All of us took shelter at the nearby toilet and waited for the right time to start the fire. It was arnd 7.30pm-8pm that we started. We all had fun like crazy! Firzan played the twister till he was sweating like hell. It was as though he just got out of a sauna bath. IT WAS FREAKING DISGUSTING!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So i stayed overnight &amp; later kynno, porno &amp; dee came over as they were hungry. We heated up the spaghetti(it was sort of an experiment) and re-started the fire. It was fun at night as everyone was blur2 and crazy2. We talked about all sorts of things and just ate and ate. There were so many leftovers that Faiz got dared to ask the joggers at that park to eat our food. That was funny, looking at the reactions of the joggers. hahhahahha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, that night/morning of 5.30am, we cleaned up with Ariff and Faiz helping me. We played a few mind games as what Rohaizat and Nadhir says them to be. THose are not mind games! those are trick games! i still don believe u guys on the black magic game!! hmph, i shall find the clue one day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; So the rest went home, I went over to Kynno's chalet over at downtown east. Her friend fetched me so that I won't need to pay $1 to enter. hehehehhe. So we played monopoly all night till it was 8am and i lost!! Dee bought like 4 hotels on one land and i happen to land on that piece of land. THERE I GO BANKRUPT! Dee won I lose. hahhahaha. So after that, I was too lazy to go down to Mcd and kynno and me stayed at the chalet. Porno bought me and kynno pancake w sausage, hashbrown and hot tea for me!&lt;br&gt;THANK YOU NATAPORN!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We thought of paying him back but he said no need. So..no need to pay back! yay! hahahhaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; SO after the breakfast, we all slept like 3 hrs?? I woke up cos i had to go to the toilet after my one cup of hot tea and then, everyone started to wake up. Dee was like waking porno up like hell when porno still wanted to sleep. Hahahhahaha. Farnie!! Then we had a mini hairdressing moment where we cut off ppl's hair. I helped out! I anyhow cut one lar. But still VERY nice wan. So we took turns to use the bathroom and we had numerous rounds of monopoly on the bed. Then we took crazy pictos where porno like leaned and squashed on me to fit into the photo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Porno, Do you know ure very heavy????? Well, now you do!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok, then shahril bought for us Mcd back and I also didn't pay back a single cent. I LOVE THIS CHALET! hahahha. I ate chic mcnuggets and fries. It was all free flow, to me. kekekkke. Then we sang songs on my speaker and porno's ipod vid. Porno dont action ah got ipod vid. I also want. haahha. Dee was sort of drugged after he went to the doctor's and we all sang like there was no tomorrow. We all grooved to the music.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, I went off cos my dad and mummy were there anyways so I went home with them. Saved on my bus fare. haha. I went home cos i was so lazy to go home by bus later at night unless someone had offered to pay me my taxi fare or something. hhahhaha! =p&lt;br&gt;So that was it. How i spent my 31stmarch-1april bbqcumchalet event with my friends. It was so fun. we should do it again ppl.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;p.s : thanks q for the pictos! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114423721149853818?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114423721149853818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114423721149853818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114423721149853818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114423721149853818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-about-time-i-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114423457919337142</id><published>2006-04-05T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:56:19.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/IMG_1921.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/IMG_1921.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in charge of the Fire!&lt;br&gt;Ervy's in-charge of the food!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Good teamwork! hahhahah. Giler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114423457919337142?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114423457919337142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114423457919337142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114423457919337142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114423457919337142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-in-charge-of-fireervys-in-charge-of.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114423443851449991</id><published>2006-04-05T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:53:58.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/IMG_1926.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/IMG_1926.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wani's Cheeks Look Like Fishballs.&lt;br&gt;Zuli's eating like she's never eaten before.&lt;br&gt;Faiz's face is like so innocent which he's not.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;AND&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rezal is minding his own business like he always does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114423443851449991?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114423443851449991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114423443851449991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114423443851449991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114423443851449991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/wanis-cheeks-look-like-fishballs.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114423428969419104</id><published>2006-04-05T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:51:29.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/IMG_1824.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/IMG_1824.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look like they haven't bath for ages!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114423428969419104?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114423428969419104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114423428969419104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114423428969419104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114423428969419104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/they-look-like-they-havent-bath-for.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114423426420991199</id><published>2006-04-05T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:51:04.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/IMG_1826.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/IMG_1826.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about having a fun time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114423426420991199?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114423426420991199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114423426420991199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114423426420991199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114423426420991199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-all-about-having-fun-time.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114423423569738531</id><published>2006-04-05T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:50:35.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/IMG_1893.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/IMG_1893.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satay Man on da House! (Look how I'm sitting at the back! embarrassing!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114423423569738531?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114423423569738531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114423423569738531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114423423569738531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114423423569738531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/satay-man-on-da-house-look-how-im.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114423417269677977</id><published>2006-04-05T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:49:32.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/IMG_1918.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/IMG_1918.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men's turn to dig in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114423417269677977?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114423417269677977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114423417269677977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114423417269677977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114423417269677977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/mens-turn-to-dig-in.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114423410866313309</id><published>2006-04-05T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:48:28.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/IMG_1877.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/IMG_1877.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Ervy just enjoying the food! (my face's so red!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114423410866313309?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114423410866313309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114423410866313309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114423410866313309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114423410866313309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/me-ervy-just-enjoying-food-my-faces-so.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114423404811697774</id><published>2006-04-05T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:47:28.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/IMG_1844.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/IMG_1844.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all hands busy at work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114423404811697774?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114423404811697774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114423404811697774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114423404811697774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114423404811697774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-hands-busy-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114356549609186445</id><published>2006-03-29T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T01:04:56.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/P2240041.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/P2240041.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK people. I think I owe u guys a post. teehee.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SO my holiday schedule has been filled up with work, work and all work. Today got my 7am shift and ended at 3.30pm. This holidays, I admit that I got more chances to actually serve dinner and I can officially say that... I CAN CUT THE FISH!!! hahahhaha. My 1year of Hyatt days, I had cut the fish only once and just a recent wedding dinner, I cut 2 fish consecutively! That's an accomplishment for me. Hahahha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think I shall update you guys on some experiences I had while I was working. Probably I'll add on one experience in one post because if I were to put all of them in one single post, It's never gonna end.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So moving on, this day, I had to stay back to serve dinner. I was in the 11am shift and stayed until 11.30pm. So arnd 7.30pm, I was told to usher the guests to their respective events and I stood by the escalator to assist. And so, our Managing Director(MD) of the whole hotel, walked pass and as usual, I greeted him as I greet any other guests that goes up that escalator.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So after I greeted him, soon, I got news from my Manager that the MD just commented something. He told me that my dress was dirty, my pocket was buldging and the most hurtful, discouraging, sad, offending, heart-wreching thing and that was, i was too SHORT to greet. DO YOU KNOW HOW UPSET I WAS AT THAT TIME?????&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I didn't mind his comments on my stained dress or I had too much things in my pocket. But what I was pissed about was, he discriminated me. And to add to that, my captain asked me to go usher without knowing the reasons why I can't do it. And so since my Manager was in the same room and at talking distance, I thought it was best that the Manager told my captain the exact reason why I can't usher. And for that, I got reprimanded by my Captain on why I didn't tell him why I can't usher and what happened. I was there &amp; I was like, "huh?? what's the problem??" But I didn't say anything and just stood there listening to what he has to say. I was like WHATEVER!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So after that, my eyes were all watery but all I could do was control my emotions. I can't just burst out in tears and act all pitiful and stuff. I need to be strong and treat this as my stumbling block. This day would pass and it did! I was just wishing time would pass so fast like never before. All is Ok now &amp; I hope I'll laugh this matter off the next time i read this in future. huahuahua.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh I miss PD0106.&lt;br&gt;Oh I miss my classmates.&lt;br&gt;It's been a long time since I dropped by the school.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh I miss Phoenix Park.&lt;br&gt;Oh I miss working in groups.&lt;br&gt;Oh I miss Nelly on her wacky &amp; sometimes lame jokes! sama-sama stokin! hehehhe&lt;br&gt;Oh I miss going for breaks with weizhi, daphne, kalai, maimanah, ah lian.&lt;br&gt;Oh I miss the screams of the dota team (mark,russell,jona,john,aaron,mark,izzu)&lt;br&gt;Oh I miss the teases of Leandra from Nel to Jonas. hahahha.&lt;br&gt;Oh I miss Moses's comments on everyone and Andy's comments on IT products. hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh I miss Sandy's sarcasm.&lt;br&gt;Oh I miss chatting with Josephine over Korean/Japanese movies/dramas.&lt;br&gt;Oh I miss my 2 minahs Yana &amp; Nadzirah. The Jessica Alba replica and the shorty one like me! hehehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh I miss the S.H.E group. (shirley.hazel.elizabeth)&lt;br&gt;Oh I miss Joshua's football jerseys.&lt;br&gt;Oh I miss Amelia and her bf's constant  visits.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hugs &amp; Kisses to all my misses!!! Muacks Muacks!&lt;br&gt;So my all-time fav Korean drama is My Name is Kim Sam Soon. It's about this plump girl, befriending this tall handsome guy and they fell in love with each other. Isn't that such a fairy-tale? I reflect myself as that plump girl and me meeting my prince charming as similar the one in the drama. His name is Hyun Bin!! ah!! Pictures below, you can take a sneak peek on them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hyun Bin is drop-dead gorgeous. Better than Rain. hehehehhhe. *heard/see that daphne? hehehehhe*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114356549609186445?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114356549609186445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114356549609186445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114356549609186445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114356549609186445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok-people.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114356283215011026</id><published>2006-03-29T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T00:20:32.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/154978010zy.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/154978010zy.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice Nice, I like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114356283215011026?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114356283215011026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114356283215011026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114356283215011026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114356283215011026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/03/nice-nice-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114356276660847488</id><published>2006-03-29T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T00:19:26.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/02.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/02.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyun Bin : Isn't he just gorgeous??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114356276660847488?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114356276660847488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114356276660847488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114356276660847488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114356276660847488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/03/hyun-bin-isnt-he-just-gorgeous.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114356273784986247</id><published>2006-03-29T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T00:18:57.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/1_0722_14.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/1_0722_14.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excerpt from the korean drama : my name is kim sam soon =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114356273784986247?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114356273784986247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114356273784986247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114356273784986247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114356273784986247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/03/excerpt-from-korean-drama-my-name-is.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114214277408942076</id><published>2006-03-12T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T13:52:54.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Cikgu%20056.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Cikgu%20056.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd go classic on the song. Enjoy! =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Been trying to plan an outing with my secondary school peeps. It's like been ages since we met up and we should really make an official gathering this March holidays. I thought having a BBQ would be the perfect way for us to have a get-together. Wouldn't it?? Hm... I hope the others can make it. =) We should make this a success!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok, I'll be starting at Hyatt this Thursday and on the same Thursday, I'll be having my GUITAR EXAM!!! I'm like so freaking scared and nervous and excited and.... erm...and.... you figure out the last part. hehe. Been practicing probably 30mins a day so I think that would be enough right? OOOhhh, i hope so!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This thursday would be my first day working without Ervy(my work-mate). I wonder how'd it go. I think i'll feel lost without her... Hahhahha. Don't go thinking about something else now...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I recently bought a cucumber extract from SASA and my sister was like saying "You apply anything anyhow on ur face...later..." hehehhe. So i decided to buy one with the brand Purederm. I thought I heard that brand around b4 and so I bought 3. And i get 1 free! It's on promotion, Buy3get1free kinda thing. And 1 is 90cents. I thought it was interesting to try it. So I have stored it in the refrigerator so when I apply it on my face...Ah... The cooling effect... Get what I mean? ahhahahha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And to inform everyone! I have bought John Steven's album!! WHo's He? Go figure. I made a promise to myself in my secondary school days that I have to buy his album if he releases one. And so I did!! YeeeeHaaaa!! I think it's nice. Love it. Muacks!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been thnking how many people I've shed tears for these Idols thing on TV. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*drum rolls*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Haizad(I voted for him in SG idol!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2.Fantasia Barrino(when she sang her winning song with full emotions. I actually didn't want her to win but when she sang after she won, I was just so touched!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3.John Stevens(obviously when he was eliminated from the top12. At least he made it to the top6!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4.Will(He was just simply tooooo cute to be eliminated!! Adorable Will.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I can't think of anyone else. Maybe I shed more tears on my Korean Dramas. Hahhahha. That's a must, I say. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114214277408942076?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114214277408942076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114214277408942076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114214277408942076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114214277408942076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-thought-id-go-classic-on-song.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114113923641499412</id><published>2006-02-28T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:07:16.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Arcade.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Arcade.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I ended class early. Our 3rd meeting started at 12pm and ended around 1.45pm. It was the fastest school day I had ever had. It was quite fun, funny and wacky. I finally stood up to me classmate for being so noisy and irritating when playing dota in class. He always shout while playing and when we ask him to keep quiet, he asks us to "relax ah.." with the irritating tone. It just got on my nerves that day that i decided to reply to him, "you say relac ah relac ah. You relax ah play dota. No need to shout so loud right. Ask people to relax, you should be the one to relax."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was so good to let out what I feel and it felt good... Daphne said that day was my day to 'shoot' people. oops =x&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So after that my classmates went to watch a movie after school. I thought I shouldn't go since my secondary school mates had discussed to watch FD3 during the holidays. And guess what, I found out that my sec school mate actually went to watch it and I was shocked. Shocked, hurt and disappointed. But I guess life have to go on right.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So then, I decided to go out with Sheikh and Nelly. We accompanied sheikh to the gym, and Nelly did her workout while waiting for sheikh to be done with his stuff there. Hahhaha! It was funny. Nelly was trying all the sorts of things available there in the gym. While me, I took pictures of her being the photographer. hahah. She's just crazy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, we went to plaza singapura. First Sheikh and Nelly bought food and I didn't because I had eaten KFC in class alrd. But seeing that they were eating, I was tempted to buy one meal for myself. So i did. I had Mushroom Swiss Single. =) Sedap Sedap..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We couldn't decide where to go after that. We went to arcade. We had 3rounds of basketball shooting, each 1 round of gun shooting, 2rounds of the cardriving game (i forgot what its called.hahhaha) and i think, that's all. We had fun. Sheikh was so accurate at the shooting. Me and Nelly had a few shots on the Lorry ride. We had nothing to do. We were just having fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I had fun going out with them. There were unforgettable laughs on the word "facilitetek" I accidentally mentioned aloud in class. hehehehe. And it was my first time into the gym. It was all fun fun fun on that day. We should do this more often. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114113923641499412?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114113923641499412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114113923641499412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114113923641499412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114113923641499412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-yesterday-i-ended-class-early.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114113771308829908</id><published>2006-02-28T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:41:53.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Malacca%20Trip.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Malacca%20Trip.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a one day malacca trip with my family. Each of my sisters got 100RM to spent on that day.&lt;br&gt;We set off at 7.30am by bus and there was a jam at Tuas. We went with a tour group and everything was arranged nicely. I got to sit beside this makcik whereas my other family members sat in a row at the back of the bus. Actually, I didn't feel neglected or alone actually and I'm proud of it. Because I think if I was younger, I would have been in a bad mood thinking, why must I be the one to sit here alone by myself? But instead, I felt nothing and thought it was a small sacrifice that I had to make. It was nothing to be petty about. So I'm proud that I've matured. hehehhehe. So, I actually didn't mind sitting at my seat. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, first we had a stop at the Bee tourist attraction. They had models of different types of bees and their stages in living. It was disgusting. eeeee. I didn't like that place. Then there were free flying bees at the corners. It was scary. I thought they would have this live case showing live bees but I was shocked they were left to fly freely. scary... Then they also sold different types of honey but my family didn't buy any. We're not fans of honey.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, we went to eat Ikan bakar. That was the best stop. Let me list out the food list&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1.Grilled Fish&lt;br&gt;2.Asam Pedas Ikan Pari&lt;br&gt;3.Chilli Crab&lt;br&gt;4.Kangkong&lt;br&gt;5.The Green type Cockles&lt;br&gt;6.Prawns&lt;br&gt;7.Another type of Grilled Fish&lt;br&gt;8.Sweet &amp; Sour Fish (my fav, sweet and sour)&lt;br&gt;9.Fried Squid w Flour(also my fav, squid)10.Free Flow of Syrup Drink&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, there was a lot of dishes and it was nice nice nice.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, we stopped by at the HangTuah's well. My mom took 2 bottles of water from the well, hoping that it would bless my little sister.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, It was all shopping shopping shopping!!! My dad bought the vcds, original ones(i think,hehe), I bought clothes and food(hahhaha), my sisters bought shoes, clothes and all that girl stuff, my mom bought..erm..she bought...I'm not too sure. hhaahha. She bought belacan!! for my aunts. The bus was stinking with belacan but luckily it didnt spread to the front. Only the back row could smell it, if we opened the plastic. When my father carried it to the custom, the smell started to spread and I myself couldn't stand it. hahahhaa. And that plastic bag was heavy from the packets of belacan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, I reach home around 1.30am because Tuas had jam. We were stuck from around 11-1. I reached home at 2am and I had school the next morning. Imagine that... Hahaha. And i did go to school, with me falling asleep constantly behind my father's back on the bike. oops =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114113771308829908?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114113771308829908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114113771308829908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114113771308829908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114113771308829908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-went-to-one-day-malacca-trip-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114113593175950499</id><published>2006-02-28T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:12:11.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Sentosa%20Trip.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Sentosa%20Trip.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Sentosa on last Sunday with my family members. Some pictures I took with my camera phone. Our main purpose there was to catch the 7.50pm musical fountain show. But by the time we arrived, the gates were closed due to overwhelming response. So me and my family went to get Burger King takeaway and decided to eat it while watching the 8.30pm show instead. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;While we were waiting for the gates to open, there was this couple in front of us, keep looking at our Burger King packs I was carrying. I I caught the bitch with her irritating face, keep looking at our food and complaining to the butch boyfriend. I was so pissed and so was my sister. She also noticed that woman keep looking at us. My sis gave the bitch this fucked up face and I was staring at her too. Hahhaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; I also said, "siao chabo" indirectly to her. I was so angry. It's not as if we were not allowed to eat inside. Everyone practically brought food inside. I guess she was just jealous. The moment I said "siao chabo", the butch boyfriend covered my view to the crazy woman. It was so irritating but it was ok after that. My little sister was enjoying the show and she was so cute! But overall, we had fun. =) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114113593175950499?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114113593175950499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114113593175950499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114113593175950499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114113593175950499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-i-went-to-sentosa-on-last-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114068820780941705</id><published>2006-02-23T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T17:50:07.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Image%28225%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Image%28225%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Shikin just before the concert. By the end of the concert, my hair was automatically untied. My rubber band even got lost. Luck to the one who finds it. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114068820780941705?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114068820780941705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114068820780941705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114068820780941705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114068820780941705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-and-shikin-just-before-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114068809102309425</id><published>2006-02-23T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T17:48:11.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Image%28239%29.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Image%28239%29.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cute Guitarist. again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114068809102309425?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114068809102309425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114068809102309425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114068809102309425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114068809102309425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/02/cute-guitarist.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114068806204773584</id><published>2006-02-23T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T17:47:42.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Image%28229%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Image%28229%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Guitarist that smiled at me. hahahhaha. cuteness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114068806204773584?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114068806204773584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114068806204773584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114068806204773584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114068806204773584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/02/guitarist-that-smiled-at-me.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114068797955615693</id><published>2006-02-23T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T17:46:19.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Image%28235%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Image%28235%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lead Singer, Alex. Got him to sign my ticket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114068797955615693?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114068797955615693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114068797955615693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114068797955615693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114068797955615693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/02/lead-singer-alex.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-114068737201685045</id><published>2006-02-23T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T17:43:48.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Image(226).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Image%28226%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello People!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A post coming up for ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, just for my own remembrance, I went to the Franz Ferdinand concert with Shikin, Nataporn and with his other friends. It was the most SWEATY, DISGUSTING, LOUD, SQUEEZY, and EXHAUSTING concert I've ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok first, I started out being like 5 steps from the front gates to the stage. And in the middle of it, there was this freaking fat Indian girl squeezing through her way in the crowd, settling right in front of us. What the hell? And as soon as the concert started, I rushed myself through to the front, being 2nd row right behind the gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was Shikin right behind me. And between that interval, I sort of made eye contacts with the CUTEST guitarist ever, that is Nick! Omg, simply gorgeous. He was playing just in front of me and I think we sort of eye-contact. I don wan to be like 'feelingx2' or anything but for real, we were! I knew because when we eye contact, I was like dumbfounded and didn't know what to do. So i just gave him this smile and he gave me this smirk/grin and I was like, "OMG? Did he just saw me in this crazy pushing crowd?" The crowd was like squashing me and I was struggling to survive. I think I almost fainted of exhaustion in between the crowd. And the eye-contact didn't only happen once. I remembered it occured twice and at both occasions, i gave him my smile and he replied it. You must be like, "whatever.." with what I'm saying but I'm just writing it down for my own comfort. hahaha. After all it is my blog. kakakkaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so, back to topic, and without me noticing, I was just right behind the gate, with my hands over the gate, trying to secure my place in the first row. I was freaking worn out because people's elbow rests on my head and Shikin's arms was constantly hung over my shoulders. DO YOU KNOW HOW HEAVY AND LONG IS SHIKIN'S ARMS?? It was the heaviest weight i had over my shoulders in my life. And when I was at the front, i was completely pressed against the gate. And i mean completely. I thought my breasts were going to go flat or just burst. Hahahha! But it didn't. I thank god for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cups of water were passed and I usually had the opportuinity to drink it first before I would pass down the cups. I'm a considerate person. I share my drink with the others. Hahhaha. And as I was passing down the drinks, a portion of it would surely spill over me, leaving my face, hair, body wet. It seems like I just got a bath. It was crazy and my shirt was all wet not only from my sweat, but also from other people's sweat too. Can you imagine how disgusting that is? Tell me about it. Some people's sweaty hands actually ran against my cheeks and I almost puked on the spot. Shikin's arms were the main ones. It was freaking disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I made friends with the safe guard right in front of me. I sort of spoke to him in Malay and he was just nice. This incident where there was this caucasian beside me trying to push me off the gate. I signalled to the safe guard that he was trying to push me, and the safe guard actually asked the caucasian guy to stop. How nice is he? Not only that, he never fail to constantly signal to me if I was Ok or do they need to pull me out from the crowd. I assured him with my 'good' hand sign and all was Ok. It was no doubt a good concert but it was too wild. I think this is why stampeed occurs. The crowd is just too wild that people get pushed and stepped on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all is well in the end. Though, I still prefer The Bravery concert where it was outdoor and there was so much space that everyone could enjoy the concert regardless of where you are. And I think I prefer The Bravery's music to Franz Ferdinand's concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the above picture was taken during the concert with my phone. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-114068737201685045?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/114068737201685045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=114068737201685045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114068737201685045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/114068737201685045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-people-post-coming-up-for-ya-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-113992949421689203</id><published>2006-02-14T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T23:04:54.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/holding_hands.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/holding_hands.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy Valentine to Everyone out there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today's valentine turned out to be quite fun and wacky though today's topic was more difficult then I expected.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; I think this Valentine, I had the most number of presents. From my classmates, I got Ferrero Rocherre, Kinder Bueno, A Squirrel Plushie, Dove Choc, a clip with my name on it, an ice-cream stick with my name on it and I gave the members of Spoilt-Brats a box of Mentos each. And I gave Firzan a box of chocolate. Thanks firzan for the e-card yesterday. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So today had a good tea-time with my friend at this YaKun look-a-like place at Harbour Front. I think its kaya is not as good as Ya Kun. YaKun's is nicer. I had tea and 2 half-boiled eggs with em. Then...just sat and talk about everything under the sun. I had a good time. Thanks friend! hehehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I feel guilty for the people that offered me stuff today but I had nothing to give them. Probably I'll conjure something up like the Charmed Ones. hehehe. Probably I'll bring KitKats for those that gave me something today. Thanks guys for the gifts! I'll always remember you guys!! You guys rock, seriously...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today's class was exceptionally noisy with the games they were introducing across the class. They had this Back To The Future Game, The Relationship Game, The Next thing game, The Triangle Game, The Open-CLose Game, The Cross &amp; Un-Cross Game, Milk-CHocolate Game, The Birthday Party Game and all sorts of IQ games that u can think of. I got some of them but i was so slow!!! But at least i did get it.. Probably i have a pretty low IQ. hahahha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So today my friends told me to wear formal and so I did. I wore this striped black pants and a light-yellow long-sleeve top. When i entered class, everyone was like, "Wah...Emma going out today seh..Valentine's Day..." Well, that's because everyday I appear in class in jeans and tshirt, jeans and tshirt. Except during hari raya, my class wanted to go visiting but ended up cancelling the thing. hahahah. But nevermind, an experience to go to school with traditional clothes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So ending with a last note...&lt;br&gt;Remember to treasure your loved ones before it's too late&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All the best to all the couples out there. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-113992949421689203?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/113992949421689203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=113992949421689203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/113992949421689203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/113992949421689203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentine-to-everyone-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-113966897290399253</id><published>2006-02-11T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T22:42:52.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Lab12.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Lab12.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Guys.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I would like to officially announce that I'm now a science person. [How tacky does that sound?] hahahha. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm not sure where should i start? hm..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OK, some of you guys might be wondering why did I start my entry like that. hehe. I entered RP as a business computing student but now, I'm a Biomedical Sciences student. How cool is that? hahhaha, it is to me. =P It feels like I've started a brand new life with a brand new course. Though some showed discouragement of my achievement saying stuff like "eeee, why you change? good meh?", "Huh? Science?" and etc. This wasn't what i expect but, heck with them. Who do they think they are? THey can go F*** themselves. Ooooops! =X hehehhe. Sorry for my foul language. I'll improve. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just can't understand why some people can't be happy for other people. Instead, they think what we're doing is stupid. I just hate that. I don't need this kind of people in my life. And they think they're so cool and nice and everyone is just crap. Geeez... Ok, I shall stop my crapping and get back on my happy mood. =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm just so proud of my self when i see this in my admin:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Name : HALIMAH BTE HASSAN &lt;br&gt;Programme : A01D - Diploma in Biomedical Sciences (DBMS)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nothing great has been happening in my life. Everything seems normal and I'm a happy person. I enjoy great laughs in class with my classmates and they're great. I love em. muacks to u guys! hehehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This thursday would be Valentine's Day. I'm so remembered by the Valentine's Day in my secondary school. hehhehe. But i know, this thursday I would be just a lonely soul. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can't wait for 6th May where I'll see my sec mate performing her 'angklung' act. It would be nice to watch. hehehe. ANd before 6th May, it's 5th May!! And what day would that be?????? hahahhaha. ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OkOk, enuff of my update. Will update somemore next time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Continue reading my blog and tagging ok? You guys keep my blog alive. heheheh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;toodlies. =]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-113966897290399253?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/113966897290399253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=113966897290399253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/113966897290399253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/113966897290399253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-113799918577446652</id><published>2006-01-23T14:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T14:53:05.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In class and feeling a little bit sick. Not sick of school but sick in health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll take MC tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...What shall i talk about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday right after my guitar class, went right to Sweet Talk for my Blended Ice Choc! That could be the reason for the sore now. And while waiting for my family members to reach tamp mall, I went to Century Square's basement and grabbed a seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sitting beside a 'nyonya', another nyonya squeezed beside me and I was sandwiched between 2 'nyonyas'. And both 'nyonya's' were actively talking about the weather, about how the nyonya on the left was buying this product. The conversation was in mandarin but I could fairly guess what was going on. AND THEN, the nyonya on my left was like asking the nyonya on the right, "EH, you want to see the chicken i bought at the supermarket? It's good! It's really nice. You want to see?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as i was in the middle, the packet of raw food was passed across me, in front of me. I was like, "wah, semangat betol seh nyonya ni." translating in english..'wah, this nyonya exaggerating'. hhahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, my parents called saying they have reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bragging or anything but these are the things that we bought yesterday. FYI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atie -&gt; creative mp4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy -&gt; Nokia 7360 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me -&gt;Levi's White-tag (there was a sale.heheh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we were at Best Denki, I got hold of IPOD MP4!! It was superly duper thin, light, nice and freaking b-e-a-u-tiful!!! The 60gb one was quite thick and the 30gb was just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;HEART HEART HEART IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, thats all for now. No pic for today's post. Something cropped up with my Hello. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-113799918577446652?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/113799918577446652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=113799918577446652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/113799918577446652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/113799918577446652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-class-and-feeling-little-bit-sick_23.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-113722689837560736</id><published>2006-01-14T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T16:21:38.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/IceSkaters.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/IceSkaters.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; Ola people&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So what have you guys been up to these days? I think I shall start my update.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sorry to have kept all my readers waiting. hehehehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, I've bought the tickets to Franz Ferdinand's concert last sunday. It's on 16Feb, Thursday in case you guys wanted to know.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So on thursday, went to takashimaya after school. Mark wanted to repair his laptop and Daphne wanted to go kinokuniya to look for this taiwan/korean book. After that, Daphne left first and me and Mark went to Mcdonalds. I did my RJ and had lots of fun though in class he made some evil comments on me. Hahhaha!! But, never mind. And so, my dad picked me up on that day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On Friday, me and my secondary school mates were suppose to go ice skating but it was cancelled. And was only informed after I told my mom that I would be home late. I'm so heartbroken. I was so excited on going and I even recorded that special day in my handphone calendar and I seldom do that. I just wanted to remember that day and.... but i know, it all never happened. Thank you to everyone that didn't want to go the end. In the end, I didn't go anywhere on that day and spent my time just in school. Went home all by myself with the company of my Sandra Brown book and ipod.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today till tuesday, my school is having an open-house over at the Woodlands campus. I feel like going but whose willing to ask me along? =( heheheh. but nehmind... Feeling kind of down because of what happened yesterday. With the kind of music shuffling in my itunes, it makes my loneliness worse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Haizz...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I thought I could depend on you.&lt;br&gt;I thought you wanted me.&lt;br&gt;I thought...&lt;br&gt;I thought...&lt;br&gt;Never mind...&lt;br&gt;I guess you're just not the one I thought you were&lt;br&gt;You kept me waiting here all alone&lt;br&gt;Never bothering to sms me when I was expecting you to&lt;br&gt;haiz....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Signing Off....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-113722689837560736?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/113722689837560736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=113722689837560736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/113722689837560736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/113722689837560736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/01/ola-peopleso-what-have-you-guys-been.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-113682319221694801</id><published>2006-01-10T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:13:12.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so F***ing angry now. A nice long post got deleted by just a back button. MotherF***ing blogger!!!! I'm like crazy angry!! AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOGGGEERRR!!!!!!!!!YOU SUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NEVER GONNA WASTE TIME POSTING EVER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS FISHNESS. GO AND DIE LAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-113682319221694801?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/113682319221694801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=113682319221694801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/113682319221694801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/113682319221694801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-so-fing-angry-now.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-113510697843869641</id><published>2005-12-21T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T03:50:31.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/heyarnold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/heyarnold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time-Check : 3.20am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to get to sleep at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year since i worked at hyatt and now, it seems like i've made a come back. Started again yesterday and it's not that bad. I dreaded to work at hyatt ever again but at times, it can be fun with the cosy people of hyatt there. Saw the auntie that i loved working with. I call her maggie. So sweet of her to say that i look younger. hahhahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, had lots of fun working with ervy. Working on the same floor and everything. There were tons of hilarious moments and I laughed till im in tears. It's real wacky. It was nice having people there recognizing me and say, "Hey Imah!" haha. thank god they remembered my name. One of the captains, accidentally called me, "ah ma" and i was like, "you called me ahma???" hahhahah. It was quite fun and as i worked with the captains b4, it's not that bad since you know their working style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday me and ervy had to serve this Food-testing event, sort of like a private lunch. Me and Ervy were arguing on who should serve and who should one-by-one to fetch the food from the kitchen, aka runner. And we settled at me being the runner. So there were, 8/9 dishes altogether and i went up &amp;amp; down the stairs in that number of times carrying food. And having to carry the dirty dishes back to stewarding. I'm not complaining or anything but just sharing with you guys what i went through during work. hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today at work they had this cadbury chocolate fair. As you know, ervy can't resist them and neither can I. She bought a box of heart chocs and i bought 2 boxes of choclairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new AM-assistant manager in the office is quite nice. He remembered my name on the first day we met. Precisely because he likes to remember people with 'old-school' names. And he says it's easier to remember them. I wore double to work today and he said "Eh your inner clothes you wear pyjamas ah?" That is so evil!! This is called style ok...hahhaha. So ended work yesterday at 4.30pm and today at 3.30pm. Yesterday chilled at McCafe and remembered the times when Azhar always sat by the same McCafe... Those times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today didn't lepak. Ervy went to meet his BF and i went home. SO sad i don't have a BF... hahahhahhaah. K nehmind about that. And as soon as i reached home, grabbed my loving bantal=pillow and slept till it was 11.30pm. huahuahua. So practically that's the reason i can't sleep ryte now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noone to chat with over the msn and there's nothing on cable. It's darn boring. I'm so looking forward to working this saturday. hehhehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHowdy Mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out : 3.44am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-113510697843869641?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/113510697843869641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=113510697843869641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/113510697843869641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/113510697843869641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2005/12/time-check-3.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-113485044754606562</id><published>2005-12-18T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T04:14:07.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Copy%20of%20Untitled-2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Copy%20of%20Untitled-2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello People Once Again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Time-Check : 3.58a.m&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Feels like the flu has come to attack me today. Blocked nose and sneezes all day long. But, I like Flu. I hate fever. Yes, call me weird for loving Flu.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today was suppose to report to work at Hyatt with ervy but I had another assignment over at my aunt's place. That was to get my cousin's ready to be flowergirls. With make-up on, hair-style done and a little bit of touch-up of everything, they were set to go!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My BIG apology to Ervy because I couldn't accompany her at work today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But today morning, i woke up at 8.30a.m. Was into the mood. So i ordered McDelivery Breakfast! Fantastico! I had my favourite, Sausage Egg McMuffin w chilli sauce! Muacks Muacks. After that, i practically spent my entire day over at my aunt's. Ate sambal fried mee with lots of dagings in it.&lt;br&gt; wooohooo! &lt;---- influenced by Nelly&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;FootBall Update &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ManUtd's on a winning streak thank god! And Newcastle won today too! My scott parker, my hero. hehe. DIdn't watch the matches as my aunt didn't have the sports channel. damn...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Laughed at some pics shikin showed me of someone. I truly find it hilarious. hahhaha. ssssshhhh....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The picture above? The one on the left with the curly hair is suppose to represent me and the one upside down is shikin because she is wacky. hahha. I don't have curly hair and I don wear dresses. How does that pic represents me? hahhaha. something to figure out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My dad told me the electrical bill shot up to $500+ and i was shocked. Have to cut down on electricity now. Less lights, Less air-con, Less-tv, Less...cooking? and...and...like, is that ever gonna happen? hahhahha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okie, Time-Check : 4.13am&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sleeping time for me. Nitey Nites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-113485044754606562?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/113485044754606562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=113485044754606562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/113485044754606562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/113485044754606562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello-people-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-113437128163944232</id><published>2005-12-12T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T15:16:11.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Cikgu%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Cikgu%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was a matter of time i updated right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been reading people's blogs and felt that I had the responsibility to update you guys on my current activities. Haha, what does that suppose to mean? Oke, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's up peeps! I'm sorry for visiting my blog each time hoping for an update but it turns out that there are none! Haha. THanks for the tags and keep em coming in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having my onemonth break and starting school at 3rd Jan 2006. Wow, 2006 i'll be 18 and on 5th May 2005, I can finally try to get my license!! And i can ride myself to school each day!!! Gosh, can't wait for that to happen. Been spending most of my time with my sec mates and have not been meeting with my poly mates. Well, probably because they live much further from me? Yeah..i should think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been getting conflicted feelings with my poly friends but i've learned to take things easy and not think too much into it. I don't need friends that find me only when they need me and abandon me all alone and go with joy and laughter. Being alone sometimes can be something you appreciate personally within your ownself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, my sec friends will be the most dearest to me as i've known them practically the longest and closest. Hehe. Muacks Muacks to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from conflicts with ma friends, there are still conflicts going on at my house. It's a long story and as what Firzan always says, every household has their own problems. It's all normal and you don't need to feel that you're the only one having problems. I always keep this in mind whenever I'm in a dilemma or anything. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Arsenal. (i think only firzan gets this. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very dissappointing match from manutd. I'm so scared for my step-father(only firzan gets this too)... Haha. Alex ferguson is going to be fired if manutd lost its cup? What's that suppose to mean? ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GRRR!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no worries, once if alex gets fired, i'm going to support newcastle. I have my scott parker in the pitch and he's my 2nd owen. Newcastle's match with arsenal was one exciting match to watch. With all the nerve-wrecking tackling, sending off of arsenal player(padan muka, hahhaa) and scott parker's injury. I was on the verge of tears when the medics had to carry parker off-pitch. He worked hard on the field and tried his best. Commendable effort. I love him!!!!! AH!!! Hahaha. Yes, i'm that crazy over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna support newcastle too from now on. And if ever manutd vs. newcastle? I'm not going to watch the match. It's too stressfull for me. Hahhahaahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke..Following are some things that i did during the times where i didnt update. Hahahah. Have fun reading and browsing and tagging and sight-seeing!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-113437128163944232?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/113437128163944232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=113437128163944232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/113437128163944232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/113437128163944232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-it-was-matter-of-time-i-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-113437011855701002</id><published>2005-12-12T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T14:48:38.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Cikgu%20023.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Cikgu%20023.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest gathering I had with my secondary school mates. I think it was the..3rd of dec? Yeah, i think so. Arrived at around 5 and stayed till like 10pm. Quite late right? But it sure was lots of fun. Alot of catching up done and time passed in a flash. Numerous laughters and jokes were shared and we were flashbacked into our secondary school days. How nostalgia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-113437011855701002?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/113437011855701002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=113437011855701002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/113437011855701002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/113437011855701002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2005/12/latest-gathering-i-had-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-113436964266155940</id><published>2005-12-12T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T14:40:42.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Raya%20077.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Raya%20077.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture with Juleha missing. Sorry bout that cos this is the only clear picture that i got. haha. Yeah. Picture taken off from our 2005 Hari Raya outing. Though we visited 4 houses only, it was a relaxed and fun get-together with my secondary school friends. I'm so reminded by the great times i had with my secondary school friends. Thanks guys for your participation! Heee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-113436964266155940?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/113436964266155940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=113436964266155940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/113436964266155940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/113436964266155940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2005/12/picture-with-juleha-missing.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419907.post-113436921215405031</id><published>2005-12-12T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T14:33:32.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Cikgu%20010.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/82/1191/320/Cikgu%20010.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my current semester class. A few were not present. My module facilitator was going away and it was the last day for him teaching us. So had a mini celebration. Gave him a Farewell card and 2 mini cakes brought by me! Contributed by all of them. Sort of a last minute thing but then, it was a success!! WooHoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419907-113436921215405031?l=slackerspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/feeds/113436921215405031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419907&amp;postID=113436921215405031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/113436921215405031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419907/posts/default/113436921215405031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackerspage.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-my-current-semester-class.html' title=''/><author><name>emma hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10988165294734921229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
