<?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-8285690298781067793</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:25:24.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hear my silent pleas;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-2601492917505905205</id><published>2008-01-05T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T22:47:25.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moved. ask for the new link! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-2601492917505905205?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2601492917505905205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2601492917505905205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2008/01/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-8528567836113002744</id><published>2008-01-03T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:34:56.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;breathless;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;i feel&lt;br /&gt;sunshine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-8528567836113002744?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/8528567836113002744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/8528567836113002744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2008/01/breathless-in-your-arms-i-feel-sunshine.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-2110159731365942021</id><published>2007-12-30T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:08.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let the truth sting;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honesty is the best policy, the truth shall set you free, i chopped down the cherry tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact is, lying is a necessity. we lie to ourselves because the truth.. well, the truth just freaking hurts. sometimes to a point where it might shut you down completely. i think its fair time i stopped lying to myself, snap out of it and realize that what i want is to not want this or you anymore. because i am emotionally drained, i am sick and tired of trying, of giving and i am left with nothing but this unsettling feeling in my gut. screw it, &lt;em&gt;screw you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and at times like this, my big brother forgets himself for a moment and everything about him is me. he takes my hand and he makes me laugh my troubles away. because my brother, he has the ability to do that, to make the world a slightly more bearable place to be in when everything else turns against me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay enough already, i think i'll be fine. let's be gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149600470329628994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R3cOWBEumUI/AAAAAAAABB8/s1K-E4CzALw/s400/kimbday1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149601587021125970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R3cPXBEumVI/AAAAAAAABCE/z4PkfNXlSEo/s400/kimbday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149611753208715698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R3cYmxEumbI/AAAAAAAABC0/GLi2GRUdO-Q/s320/SL270283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this is for Kimmy who turned 17 on Christmas Eve. it's a little delayed but hey, better late than never right? she's the brains in our little plastic group and without her, Ferlin will one day screw us all over, no doubt about that. even though she's so bloody indecisive when it comes to well, everything and even though one day her sudden outburst of bitchy-to-the-max comments might get us beaten up on the streets, i still love her. i hope you had the time of your life that night babe, because i sure as hell did. let's get 17 over with, turn 18 and be legal (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh bummer, school tomorrow. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-2110159731365942021?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2110159731365942021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2110159731365942021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-cant-breathe-youre-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R3cOWBEumUI/AAAAAAAABB8/s1K-E4CzALw/s72-c/kimbday1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-8461776438448941239</id><published>2007-12-28T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:08.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;almost not falling apart;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i felt empty today, like hollow-ram a tree trunk through my gut and i could almost promise you that i wouldnt feel a thing. but its ok, tommorrow will be better, im sure of it. i feel like a dead ghoul swimming in hades' river of death, staring into nothing, feeling nothing. i love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today marked the last day of work and as much as i liked cutting out ads from newspapers, lugging around bags of magazines, sorting out ridiculous amounts of mail and getting everyone's lunch but my own,&lt;br /&gt;i love not working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love the smell of dough rolling in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im having one of my whiny days. one of those days when there's absolutely nothing wrong in my life but someirritatinghow, i feel mad at the world. its like a disease and i sound like a complete idiot most of the time. i dont want this. what i want is to say happy things and post pictures even if it makes me look like a sappy gay faggot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know, Grey's (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149038065837054258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R3UO1xEumTI/AAAAAAAABB0/Owp7PIHrFhU/s400/greyscastphoto_s4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;i finished watching the entire of Season4 and i have to say, even though there are only 10 episodes, to me it is by far the best season yet.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; right now, i want to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;all alone, except with &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-8461776438448941239?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/8461776438448941239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/8461776438448941239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/12/almost-not-falling-apart-i-felt-empty.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/R3UO1xEumTI/AAAAAAAABB0/Owp7PIHrFhU/s72-c/greyscastphoto_s4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-6694272612841752308</id><published>2007-12-26T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:09.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;the world in our eyes;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148292270535907618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R3JoixEumSI/AAAAAAAABBs/rm-W-2MEkeQ/s400/1_817544354l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;time stops. time stops so i can savour every bit of happiness, unconditional love and perfection. i am, and will forever be thankful to God for introducing to me these 3 girls. 3 girls who cannot be anymore different from each other but differences aside, we share the strongest, most unbreakable bond we call friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we don't need to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we got everything we need right here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and everything we need is enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-6694272612841752308?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/6694272612841752308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/6694272612841752308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-than-words-ime-stops.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R3JoixEumSI/AAAAAAAABBs/rm-W-2MEkeQ/s72-c/1_817544354l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-4855497919356821647</id><published>2007-12-25T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:09.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R3EbuhEumPI/AAAAAAAABBU/0SjGEwuCdmI/s1600-h/edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147926335027321074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R3EbuhEumPI/AAAAAAAABBU/0SjGEwuCdmI/s400/edit1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so postcard-ish. Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;br /&gt;hohohooo (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-4855497919356821647?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4855497919356821647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4855497919356821647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-these-two.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R3EbuhEumPI/AAAAAAAABBU/0SjGEwuCdmI/s72-c/edit1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-174984168940467745</id><published>2007-12-23T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T23:05:59.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/g7GiQAW1VB/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/g7GiQAW1VB/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Miss American Dream since I was 17&lt;br /&gt;Don’t matter if I step on the scene&lt;br /&gt;Or sneak away to the Philippines&lt;br /&gt;They still gon put pictures of my derrière in the magazine&lt;br /&gt;You want a piece of me?&lt;br /&gt;You want a piece of me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Miss bad media karma&lt;br /&gt;Another day another drama&lt;br /&gt;Guess I can’t see no harm&lt;br /&gt;In working and being a mama&lt;br /&gt;And with a kid on my arm&lt;br /&gt;I’m still an exceptional earner&lt;br /&gt;And you want a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. Extra! Extra! this just in&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. she’s too big now she’s too thin&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. ‘You want a piece of me?’&lt;br /&gt;Tryin’ and pissin’ me off&lt;br /&gt;Well get in line with the paparazzi&lt;br /&gt;Who’s flippin’ me off&lt;br /&gt;Hopin’ I’ll resort to some havoc&lt;br /&gt;end up settlin’ in court&lt;br /&gt;Now are you sure you want a piece of me?&lt;br /&gt;You want a piece of me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. ‘Most likely to get on TV for strippin’ on the streets’&lt;br /&gt;When getting the groceries, no, for real..&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;no wonder theres panic in the industry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, please, do you want a piece of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. Extra! Extra! this just in&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. she’s too big now she’s too thin&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Miss American Dream since I was 17&lt;br /&gt;Don’t matter if I step on the scene&lt;br /&gt;Or sneak away to the Philippines&lt;br /&gt;They still gon put pictures of my derrière in the magazine&lt;br /&gt;You want a piece of me?&lt;br /&gt;You want a piece piece of me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want a piece of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. Exta! Extra! this just in&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. she’s too big now she’s too thin&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;You want a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRITNEY FOREVERRRRR!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-174984168940467745?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/174984168940467745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/174984168940467745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-miss-american-dream-since-i-was-17.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-8632295177311195046</id><published>2007-12-20T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:09.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mumble jumble;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me just start by saying that the Spears family is growing at full force siaaaa. someone should really consider introducing birth controls or condoms or whatever into their ridiculously horny world.&lt;br /&gt;that aside, this was my raya:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146073709474126034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R2qGxhEumNI/AAAAAAAABBE/Tj10tF5cJss/s400/1.2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146074358014187746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R2qHXREumOI/AAAAAAAABBM/E-6D619qc_0/s400/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;thats all the pictures i took today. quite sad ah for a supposedly raya-ful day. oh wells. anyhoo, i realised that these few days my meals have been so irregular, its almost non-existant. who knows, i might end up all boney and maybe disappear altogether. cooooooool.&lt;br /&gt;oh, so this comment is kind of a slow reaction to sort of old news but i have to say this: YAYYY HADY MENANG ASIAN IDOL LAH SEHHHH!! in your face bitchy Malaysian judge who is obviously jealous of Hady's "prettiness" (or so he put it) because his face looks like pantat berkurap. and i dont like Jaclyn also because she like in her own little deluded world. eeeee i dont like, i dont like. hate to break it to ya sista, but you aint no diva. Hady all the way okay, Majulah Singapura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avi told me to say that he is as charismatic as Hady Mirza. there, happy now? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;moving aloooong.. (: Ahmed Haliim Khan makes me very very very happy and me typing his full name will probably make him very very very happy too. he who tolerates my whines, my pregnant-like cravings, my whines, my load of nonsense talk, my whines and yeah, alot of my shortcomings. he also looks like a girly girl when he was a cute little baby (:&lt;br /&gt;and Avi since youre reading this. I KNOW YOURE READING THIS. he who goes shopping with me, watches FredshitassClaus with me, tolerates my mood swings (haha i whine to you the most) and yeah, pretty much being there for me alot of the time. he trumps Hady Mirza anytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY FINISH. tiring sia think of nice things to say about people. work tomorrow, bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-8632295177311195046?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/8632295177311195046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/8632295177311195046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-jumble-let-me-just-start-by-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/R2qGxhEumNI/AAAAAAAABBE/Tj10tF5cJss/s72-c/1.2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-5608276766450460110</id><published>2007-12-19T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T14:46:16.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fart;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is my title because that is what i just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im at work and the mouse is being a bitch. i feel like tossing it across the room but that'll make the mirrors around me break and then i wont be able to make faces at myself and then i'd rather someone just shoot me to death because i'll be insanely bored. i have about 4 more hours of doing receptionist-y things that is, being bored for long hours, suddenly dumped with a whole load of shit work to do and then being bored again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during lunch break i did a Lindsay Lohan in Mean Girls- eat my sandwhich while hiding in the toilet, feeling sorry for myself because i got scolded and because i realized that at work, my only friend is the aunty cleaner who will forever speak to me in chinese. &lt;em&gt;chingchongcheng chingchongcheng&lt;/em&gt; aaaaaaaaall day. but im in no position to pass off friends lah, so i shall tolerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taufik's on the radio. i want to quietly sing along, maybe make more faces at myself and then read episode guides for Grey's.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-5608276766450460110?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/5608276766450460110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/5608276766450460110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/12/fart-that-is-my-title-because-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-2333576346718713091</id><published>2007-12-17T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T13:35:42.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starcom, Good morning!";&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/sklzykrVY8/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/sklzykrVY8/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna is such a slur-er. but this song's got me hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am your friendly, very tired receptionist. gdnight. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-2333576346718713091?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2333576346718713091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2333576346718713091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/12/starcom-good-morning-rihanna-is-such.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-7732546906976316163</id><published>2007-12-14T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:10.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physical Attraction Chemical Reaction;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143854877829404866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R2KkwhEumMI/AAAAAAAABA8/NJc2FOWRsoU/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;center&gt;im here for you babygirl. &lt;em&gt;forever and always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wind,&lt;br /&gt;the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;the stars,&lt;br /&gt;the planes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;the frogs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-7732546906976316163?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/7732546906976316163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/7732546906976316163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/12/physical-attraction-chemical-reaction.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/R2KkwhEumMI/AAAAAAAABA8/NJc2FOWRsoU/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-5426966527400606783</id><published>2007-12-13T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T13:55:19.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How do you know how much is too much?&lt;br /&gt;Too much too soon.&lt;br /&gt;Too much information.&lt;br /&gt;Too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Too much love,&lt;br /&gt;or too much to ask of someone?&lt;br /&gt;When is it all just too much for us to bear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him. i miss my soldierboy,&lt;br /&gt;Too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-5426966527400606783?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/5426966527400606783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/5426966527400606783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-do-you-know-how-much-is-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-2326746676999213569</id><published>2007-12-13T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:10.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pocket full;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143130911618662530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R2ASUIxcgII/AAAAAAAABAg/3WIsa1CpZGE/s320/Image243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143132092734668946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R2ATY4xcgJI/AAAAAAAABAo/qy1tw8d-71A/s320/SL270199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i notice this thing with me and mirrors, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tests are semi-over. just Legal Communications left and then byebye sleepy mornings and sleepless nights. you bet your hairy ass im excited for the holidays. i'll be working though, but y'know, earning a few buckaroos would definitely do me some good. &lt;p&gt;i feel like my thoughts are all over the place these days. i have so much to say and the words, they come out not making sense at all sometimes. i was doing my Tort paper and i was thinking of one argument but writing down another, its twisted. and i get myself unnecessarily confused and pissed off, its tiring.&lt;br /&gt;plus school, we share a love-hate relationship. i love school but i hate the studying that comes along with it. especially if you have tutors who are all old and faggoty and insanely sex-deprived. oh well, this load of bull i have to live with. nobody said life was easy anyway right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i think IMEEM is being very &lt;em&gt;pantat.&lt;/em&gt; i dont like, bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-2326746676999213569?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2326746676999213569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2326746676999213569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/12/heart-of-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/R2ASUIxcgII/AAAAAAAABAg/3WIsa1CpZGE/s72-c/Image243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-4720241258622437746</id><published>2007-12-08T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T01:27:34.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but im home without you;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop losing and dropping my things. cmon Jannah, snap out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardigan,&lt;br /&gt;i remember paying for you with a crisp $50 bill. i remember how contented i felt waving around that Mango paperbag. i remember how i'd fiddle with your buttons when i was bored and i remember how you've always, &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; been there when i was cold. you not only kept me warm, you made me happy, Cardi. and im sorry i didnt take better care of you. im sorry i didnt notice when you dropped off my bag. im sorry i didnt learn from the first time it happened to me. i have no idea where you are right now and it saddens me. i hope you're safe, where ever you are.&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i saw this really gorgeous cardigan.... i wont lose this one. cross my heart and hope to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-4720241258622437746?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4720241258622437746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4720241258622437746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-1454386231918342175</id><published>2007-12-01T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:11.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meilleur ami;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138693859042763026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R1BO1r25oRI/AAAAAAAAA_U/LajepQl8sNM/s400/edit1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is for Kimmy, our Little Miss French Idol (: we meant it when we shouted "you're a winner in our hearts". i know you know we know that that JPop singer wannabe with the fuckugly top and jeans that had freaking nonsensical embroidery and glitter soo DID NOT deserve to be one of the top. YOU DID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i bet the judges were high on something. they should be tested. yeah, i bet they were high. i love you Kimmy. and we had fun supporting you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this is for Jules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138694327194198306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R1BPQ725oSI/AAAAAAAAA_c/dSIrE-yq8fU/s320/SL270152.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;hot hot, i told you. 'nuff said. get well soon love!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-1454386231918342175?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/1454386231918342175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/1454386231918342175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/12/meilleur-ami-this-is-for-kimmy-our.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R1BO1r25oRI/AAAAAAAAA_U/LajepQl8sNM/s72-c/edit1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-243791461516936381</id><published>2007-11-28T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:12.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fancy schamncy;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137920039080009890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R02PDb25oKI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/0l6aL2q6UZY/s400/edit1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;meet my step want to be lawyer friends. i love them all (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh geez my feet all hurt super bad. damn those heels that i think i look so corporate walking in. sigh, thankgod for slippers.&lt;br /&gt;so client interview was on Tuesday. i cant say im disappointed because i didnt even set expectations in the first place. but all in all, i think it went pretty alright except for the closing. bloody bloody closing did not go so good. oh wells, im sure it's a pass, but definitely not an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the girls and I (plus the baldy Ding), towned and Starbucked, where we dissed each other, insulted each other, pointed out each other's shortcomings and parted with hugs ans kisses, knowing our friendship is stronger then it'll ever be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; oh, there was the occasional gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you left me on a jetplane. bye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137928736388784338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R02W9r25oNI/AAAAAAAAA-w/58FAErMwU7Y/s400/edit2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137927641172123842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R02V9725oMI/AAAAAAAAA-o/wqY9x2uIfvo/s400/edit3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-243791461516936381?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/243791461516936381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/243791461516936381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/11/fancy-schamncy-meet-my-step-want-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R02PDb25oKI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/0l6aL2q6UZY/s72-c/edit1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-792390814025642959</id><published>2007-11-25T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:12.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R0mFm725oJI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/g2tgnV-ZOpo/s1600-h/1234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136783753942245522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R0mFm725oJI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/g2tgnV-ZOpo/s320/1234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i want this.&lt;br /&gt;i want this soooooo bad. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-792390814025642959?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/792390814025642959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/792390814025642959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-want-this.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R0mFm725oJI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/g2tgnV-ZOpo/s72-c/1234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-4700283496246923413</id><published>2007-11-24T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:13.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my logic has been torn apart;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might just blabber a whole load of nonsense here so dont say you werent given ample warning. omgeeee i am bored out of my mind. i have absolutely nothing to do.&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;okay thats a lie. i have an entire imaginary list of things to do but i'll just keep telling myself ive been working hard the entire week, i deserve this mini break thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh so check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136438047729623170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R0hLML25oII/AAAAAAAAA-I/5cVXt9wR3LA/s400/Image129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;how shitass is the quality of that picture right. our new phones have sucky front cameras which is a super major bummer because camwhoring will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;eh wahlau even blogging isnt helping me have very much fun. i lazy to reply tags cos right now i dont feel very friendly. this sucks. and my chipping nail polish is driving me insanely bonkersssss. i hate life, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-4700283496246923413?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4700283496246923413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4700283496246923413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-logic-has-been-torn-apart-i-might.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R0hLML25oII/AAAAAAAAA-I/5cVXt9wR3LA/s72-c/Image129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-6680333589065940756</id><published>2007-11-20T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:14.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imperfection;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE! &lt;div&gt;i wish the weekend didnt have to end, because it meant that i had to go back to school, which is by far the ultimate drag in my life. Friday was a late night out with the classmates and Saturday was the Lime Sonic Bang with bestestfriend and Iqbal down at Siloso. speaking of which, im not even going to mention the incident about how Aliff Aziz came out just to take a picture with me (thanks Arniz!) but my camera screwed up. all it did was blinkblinkblink this red light and just when i managed to fix it, his blood sucking, devil worshipping, mother fucking, diseased infested bastard of a manager took him away, leaving me with nothing but a void in my heart. i hope he bloody gets bloody leprosy. that'll teach him. -triumphant smile-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually, im pretty over it and that was totally unnecessary. but heck, i feel so much better now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so this is the best part of today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134947848696733762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R0L_3L25oEI/AAAAAAAAA9o/vLO-jjr_TWc/s400/Image112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;monopoly YAYY! ive been wanting to play since forever. school has this cart thingy that was randomly selling boardgames for so cheap, so we decided to get one to kill 90mins before our next class started. Eri and I were a team but we werent very good though because apparently, the dice hates us. so since we were almost non-existant in the game, we do what we do best: camwhore (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134952246743244882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R0MD3L25oFI/AAAAAAAAA9w/X4qfX3cAtOA/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134952500146315362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R0MEF725oGI/AAAAAAAAA94/cddrffYb04c/s400/untitled2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134953359139774578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R0ME3725oHI/AAAAAAAAA-A/D1fiUJstjyI/s400/20112007231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;we the best ah, we the best. wah i very tired now, bye.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-6680333589065940756?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/6680333589065940756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/6680333589065940756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/11/imperfection-updaaaaaaaaaaaaaate-i-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/R0L_3L25oEI/AAAAAAAAA9o/vLO-jjr_TWc/s72-c/Image112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-4217529479415688232</id><published>2007-11-17T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:14.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for tonight and every other;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133487031535116274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rz3PQb25n_I/AAAAAAAAA84/phvfYIuXZcQ/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i loved tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; im seeing bestest best friend tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;no, i cannot get any happier.&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/8285690298781067793-4217529479415688232?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4217529479415688232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4217529479415688232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-tonight-and-every-other-i-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rz3PQb25n_I/AAAAAAAAA84/phvfYIuXZcQ/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-5899726214469655471</id><published>2007-11-13T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:37:21.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drifting into oblivion;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the highlight of my day was watching Grey's and The Hills in lab. doesnt matter that my euphoric moment only lasted a few measly minutes. i honestly, &lt;em&gt;seriously, &lt;strong&gt;desperately &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;needed it. if only to help make me feel better. about what, i have no bloody idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-5899726214469655471?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/5899726214469655471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/5899726214469655471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/11/drifting-into-oblivion-highlight-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-3743777784634608094</id><published>2007-11-09T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:14.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The facts of the case that were not repeated in the Court of Appeal are simply that the respondent, Taw Cheng Kong, who was an Asia Pacific regional manager of the Government of Singapore Investment Corporation Pte Ltd (GIC) based in Hong Kong, was accused to have accepted ‘incentive fees’ from Kevin Lee in order to make GIC purchases of certain counters in Hong Kong and Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two issues that had to be considered by the court of appeal. The first being whether s37 of the Prevention of Corruption Act (Cap241, 1993 Ed) is ultra vires the powers of the legislature and the second issue being whether s37 of the Prevention of Corruption Act is inconsistent with Art12(1) of the Constitution of the Republic of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tests found in- para 46 and 47) gdnight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got bored with homework. so i'll finish it up tomorrow. writing lameass case summaries that have no relevance whatsoever to anything is just a waste of bloody time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130517864703735106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RzNC0Ld2NUI/AAAAAAAAA8s/c-tCO4hKs7Y/s400/SL270119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;here's a random statement: i love my Abang.&lt;br /&gt;my smallish brain has shut down, bye&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-3743777784634608094?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/3743777784634608094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/3743777784634608094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/11/facts-of-case-that-were-not-repeated-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RzNC0Ld2NUI/AAAAAAAAA8s/c-tCO4hKs7Y/s72-c/SL270119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-8022866535978721534</id><published>2007-11-08T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:15.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my reason to love;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130135883484110706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RzHnZ8iOH3I/AAAAAAAAA8c/Gkl2w4fIGdw/s400/Photo+22(01).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130136102527442818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RzHnmsiOH4I/AAAAAAAAA8k/TfJ41W8RAG4/s320/Photo+20.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;i love you two crazy toots many many, alot alot, strong strong, you get the point you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i miss my Barbie doll. i miss pretending i was Barbie and i had Ken who came along with a pink convertible (gay) and a big big ginormous mansion for me complete with a fire place and and a garden and and a white gate and and a plasma tv and and a pretty pink bed. i miss going on dates with Ken- to the movies, the beach, the shopping mall. he even surprised me with tickets to the Oprah show one time, NO SHITTING. it was one of the many best nights we ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss how after our dates, he'd stay over in my big big ginormous mansion. me, tucked in my pretty pink bed, him, on the pretty pink,very hard floor. we could have had sex, but we didnt. i was young and naive. you bloody well dont roll your bloody eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i miss how i could walk around naked in my big big ginormous mansion because i was just too darn lazy to put clothes on, with my hair in a tangled mess and marker-drawn tattoos on my tight little booty. my tattoos were hearts and stars and you dont win a prize if you guessed they were pink. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i miss having Polly Pocket (my bestfriend) come over and we would do some gardening or watch some tv or sometimes Polly likes swimming in my bathtub. Kelly comes over sometimes too but i didnt like it very much because she irritates the hell out of me. i was pretty convinced she was trying to steal my thunder with her beady little eyes and her eery little smile. irks, much. anyhoo, me and Polly enjoy pulling her oh-so-blonde hair and one time, i even tried drowning her in my sink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;now, Barbie's with my niece. when i saw her during Hari Raya, she freaking had no more hair. she was pretty much destroyed when i gave her away anyway- Ken broke up with her (took along with him his fuckgay convertible and big big ginormous mansion too. bastard), Polly found a new bestfriend (what a cow) and R.I.P. Kelly (hip hip yahoo).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;im sorry i wasted your time with this. maaf zahir dan batin, bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-8022866535978721534?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/8022866535978721534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/8022866535978721534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-reason-to-love-i-love-you-two-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RzHnZ8iOH3I/AAAAAAAAA8c/Gkl2w4fIGdw/s72-c/Photo+22(01).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-7835794809685323143</id><published>2007-11-05T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:15.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take me away like you do;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129368604756549474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Ry8tkciOH2I/AAAAAAAAA8U/G06YSgAnrzM/s400/SL270100.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;instant chemistry-&lt;/strong&gt; overwhelming, it takes me to a world safer than my own. i am crazy in love with that dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love mummy and daddy&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i hate my cheeks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-7835794809685323143?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/7835794809685323143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/7835794809685323143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/11/take-me-away-like-you-do-you-can-sense.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/Ry8tkciOH2I/AAAAAAAAA8U/G06YSgAnrzM/s72-c/SL270100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-5757040995417157602</id><published>2007-11-04T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:03:48.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Culpable homicide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;299.&lt;/strong&gt; Whoever causes death by doing an act with the intention of causing death, or with the intention of causing such bodily injury as is likely to cause death, or with the knowledge that he is likely by such act to cause death, commits the offence of culpable homicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain just died on me. hooray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-5757040995417157602?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/5757040995417157602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/5757040995417157602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-dont-want-to-print-anymore-things.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-430019388048525260</id><published>2007-11-03T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:16.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RytbhsiOH1I/AAAAAAAAA8M/4yuUFaG8Q_8/s1600-h/edit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128293235139944274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RytbhsiOH1I/AAAAAAAAA8M/4yuUFaG8Q_8/s200/edit2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you.&lt;/strong&gt; you and your one hell of a touching post made my day.&lt;br /&gt;i love you bestfriend, till the very end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-430019388048525260?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/430019388048525260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/430019388048525260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/11/you.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RytbhsiOH1I/AAAAAAAAA8M/4yuUFaG8Q_8/s72-c/edit2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-6207876107853382125</id><published>2007-10-28T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:17.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all grown up;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126079724959702738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RyN-WciOHtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/ii-Q1YLZwuQ/s400/PA270384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i guess i never realized how much i missed this group of people until i finally met up with them. we're still the same primary school kids at heart- just a little taller, a little skinner or fatter, a little more wiser, a little more vain and whatnot; but still very much the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126239158440697602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RyQPWsiOHwI/AAAAAAAAA7k/DS6Grm3tDjs/s320/1_786390169l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126242985256558402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RyQS1ciOH0I/AAAAAAAAA8E/9NdDkdDnlpg/s320/PA270379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126241391823691554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RyQRYsiOHyI/AAAAAAAAA70/dyByJSmptxM/s320/1_640728822l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126241945874472754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RyQR48iOHzI/AAAAAAAAA78/ZOUbcPMCCzo/s320/edit1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;and i'm really glad we managed to get together again after so many years. i still love you guys. &lt;em&gt;and thanks bestfriend, for making it happen.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;crapp i really shouldnt be here. tutorials tutorials tutorialssssssssss ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-6207876107853382125?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/6207876107853382125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/6207876107853382125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-grown-up-i-guess-i-never-realized.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RyN-WciOHtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/ii-Q1YLZwuQ/s72-c/PA270384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-7094100438060616731</id><published>2007-10-26T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:17.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;THEO JAMES WALCOTT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125592439445135042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RyHDKsiOHsI/AAAAAAAAA7E/nGfSBJWVCAQ/s400/HOTTIE!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;ya'll should be expecting wedding invites very soon.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-7094100438060616731?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/7094100438060616731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/7094100438060616731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-word-rowr.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RyHDKsiOHsI/AAAAAAAAA7E/nGfSBJWVCAQ/s72-c/HOTTIE!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-2109904332541848314</id><published>2007-10-23T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:21.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;headlight disco;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124832426637627234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rx8P8IMjj2I/AAAAAAAAA5E/f0JaAARzg8s/s400/edit1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;oh hell yeah. be jealous, be very &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;jealous. this beats Hari Raya concert with Taufik Batisah, really.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124856100497363010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rx8leIMjkEI/AAAAAAAAA60/CrxPyL2KIPQ/s320/edit10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124833964235919218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rx8RVoMjj3I/AAAAAAAAA5M/ABKjseWExVs/s320/edit2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124835166826762130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rx8SboMjj5I/AAAAAAAAA5c/SKE9HJWTfBU/s320/edit3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124835699402706850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rx8S6oMjj6I/AAAAAAAAA5k/VCs_syKFxec/s320/edit4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124838074519621586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rx8VE4Mjj9I/AAAAAAAAA58/JsBnUEdvtpY/s320/edit7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124838521196220386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rx8Ve4Mjj-I/AAAAAAAAA6E/1Ozhp-Dj3ak/s320/edit8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124836378007539634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rx8TiIMjj7I/AAAAAAAAA5s/JifoaMXVqWg/s320/edit5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124867598124814418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rx8v7YMjkFI/AAAAAAAAA68/P_IKwaUAfpE/s320/edit9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124837237000998850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rx8UUIMjj8I/AAAAAAAAA50/e_vUa3P96GA/s320/edit6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;you can bet that this time, i'm not going to let the pictures do the talking. this could be a long one, so brace yourselves people. saying that my friends are the best is the understatement of the century. they're beyond best. they're beyond being beyond best. they're beyond being beyond being beyond best. they're.. we'll you get the point. they're AMAZING, with capitals A-M-A-Z-I-N-G.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iylia, Hiqmah and Huihui came down to my place to pick me up in a cab and that was when they dropped the major bomb of a news on us. they handed us our tickets and i will forever be grateful to Allah that our cab driver did not have a faint heart because Iylia's scream was seriously wtf. im sorry but there is no other term to describe what could possibly cause me to suffer from permanent damage to my ears- no exaggeration. i, on the other hand, was being very self-controlled. my ticket was bloody glowing in my hands okay and Raihan's Syukur was playing in my head- again, no exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faaaaast-forward:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124843705221746690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rx8aMoMjkAI/AAAAAAAAA6U/FLRsQS0Yxj4/s400/031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Click Five was the opening act of the night. i really only expected them to play 'Jenny' but they were on stage for close to an hour. i almost forgot that we were there for The Black Eyed Peas =/ anywhoo, i never really thought much of the band until that night, their songs are all awesome. i am now a proud fan with autographed posters and their latest cd. all i need to do now is know their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124853338833391634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rx8i9YMjkBI/AAAAAAAAA6c/rwlgspvKRd0/s400/041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124854352445673506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rx8j4YMjkCI/AAAAAAAAA6k/qQrnF4n5EIE/s400/044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124854751877632050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rx8kPoMjkDI/AAAAAAAAA6s/HE-xxL9gzXs/s400/055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the group came on and it was goodbye seats and hello jumping all over the place. it was really fun to just let loose without having to care about what other people might think because everyone was pretty much grooving the night away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my friends and i had our arms around each other while they performed 'Where Is the Love?' and i wanted to scream, "It's right here, right here!!". i didnt need that night to remind me that i was extremely lucky to be able to call them my bestfriends. what we have is nothing short of being perfect. we're very different people, with different approaches to life but i love that despite our differences, we can still come together and bring out the best in each other. having started school and all, it's been difficult to find time to meet but i love how we are so close that when we each disappear, we worry but understand and when you're ready to face the world again, they'll be there, waiting for you, loving you as much, maybe more, than they did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank-you for &lt;em&gt;everything.&lt;/em&gt; i love you girls crazy much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-2109904332541848314?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2109904332541848314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2109904332541848314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/10/headlight-disco-oh-hell-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/Rx8P8IMjj2I/AAAAAAAAA5E/f0JaAARzg8s/s72-c/edit1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-2823336261446071053</id><published>2007-10-21T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T00:21:13.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thoughts and such;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as im dreading the end of vacation, im pretty damn excited for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MON: &lt;/strong&gt;9am to 12pm- Legal Systems and Methods 2 (tut)&lt;br /&gt;12pm to 1pm- Legal Systems and Methods 2 (lect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUES: &lt;/strong&gt;9am to 11am- Legal Communications Skills 2 (lab)&lt;br /&gt;11am to 1pm- Microeconomics (tut)&lt;br /&gt;6pm to 7pm- French (lect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WED: &lt;/strong&gt;2pm to 5pm- Tort Law (tut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THURS: &lt;/strong&gt;10am to 12pm- Microeconomics (lect)&lt;br /&gt;12pm to 1pm- Criminal Law (lect)&lt;br /&gt;2pm to 4pm- French (tut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRI: &lt;/strong&gt;9am to 10am- Tort Law (lect)&lt;br /&gt;10am to 11am- Legal Communications Skills 2 (lect)&lt;br /&gt;11am to 1pm- Legal Communications Skills 2 (tut)&lt;br /&gt;2pm to 5pm- Criminal Law (tut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not for Friday, this semester would be perfecto. and i have also made a mental note to myself that i should not and most definitely would not skip &lt;em&gt;any &lt;/em&gt;lessons this semester. girls, i think we should make a new vow that bears a tougher, more deadlier consequence and maybe stick to it this time.&lt;br /&gt;but you know, it's just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously cannot remember the last time i was this excited for school, it's almost insane. im packed, storybook in my bag, lecture notes printed, cardigan folded, clothes laid out, sickening goofy smile on my face. god. i wont be surprised though that soon enough, i'll be a singing a whole different tune and i'll start hating school like how any normal teenager should. amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-2823336261446071053?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2823336261446071053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2823336261446071053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/10/snapped-back-as-much-as-im-dreading-end.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-8575908179248329346</id><published>2007-10-18T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:21.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes it just rolls this way;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122704330472001314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RxeAcoMjjyI/AAAAAAAAA4o/na4Mbgso0oc/s320/Image(828).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;it's one of those days when im desperately bored enough to browse through my photos and i chanced upon this. i look retarded much but i really really miss working in Starbucks. i miss the responsibilities, i miss the coffee, i miss the openings and closings, i weirdly enough miss the people and my heart aches the most thinking about how much i miss having the money roll in on the 7th of every month. &lt;p align="center"&gt;):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-8575908179248329346?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/8575908179248329346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/8575908179248329346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/10/sometimes-it-just-rolls-this-way-its.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RxeAcoMjjyI/AAAAAAAAA4o/na4Mbgso0oc/s72-c/Image(828).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-2138059714261907542</id><published>2007-10-14T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:22.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Round Kedua;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121190960090550018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RxIgC4MjjwI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/vPAcXNrWYLM/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121191320867802898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RxIgX4MjjxI/AAAAAAAAA4g/QhiXpsNL8_k/s400/untitled2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;today trumps yesterday. PERIOD. it actually felt like raya with all the kids going "Kak Nuruuuuul i want to play your handphone. Kak Nuruuuuul i want to take picture. Kak Nuruuuuul come i teach you this game." Kak Nurul this, Kak Nurul that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes ofcourse, the relatives going "eh ni anak sapeeee? anak Sallehhhh? ehh dah besar, dah lawa, dah anak daraaaaaaa." dots. it's the same every year. but not that im complaining you know.. they bring in the dough yo $.$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so my brother will be off to Australia on Tuesday. haha Abang, be a man okay, serve the nation. he was the reason i was so pissed yesterday. being the dickhead that he is, he crashed the car in a multi-storey carpark causing the back windshield to be bye-bye. and also being the asswipe that he is, he blamed it on jengjengjeeeeeeng, me. blooooooooody hell. but that was yesterday, we're okay now, im happy. see -------&gt; ((((((: and besides, in the spirit of raya, i forgive and forget. nyehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hp bill for this month surely maha sia, shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-2138059714261907542?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2138059714261907542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2138059714261907542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/10/round-kedua-today-trumps-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RxIgC4MjjwI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/vPAcXNrWYLM/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-6708367080215823364</id><published>2007-10-13T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:23.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today, today;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120840864421351154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RxDhooMjjvI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ZijkasyRln8/s400/edit1+copy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;i look way too happy considering today sucked major balls.&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah. Salam Lebaran semua.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-6708367080215823364?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/6708367080215823364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/6708367080215823364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-today-i-look-way-too-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RxDhooMjjvI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ZijkasyRln8/s72-c/edit1+copy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-4768002547936813662</id><published>2007-10-10T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:23.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is the way it should be;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119370082935606994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rwun94MjjtI/AAAAAAAAA4A/TMoq2l1emtw/s400/091020072359+copy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119369056438423218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RwunCIMjjrI/AAAAAAAAA3w/AWbPTlETBL0/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;we finally meet after way too long bestfriend. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(AND HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY PANTAT! LOVE, JUBOH.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-4768002547936813662?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4768002547936813662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4768002547936813662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-way-it-should-be-we-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rwun94MjjtI/AAAAAAAAA4A/TMoq2l1emtw/s72-c/091020072359+copy3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-4401360815829784240</id><published>2007-10-07T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:23.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday morning, rain is falling;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118490911720050322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RwiIXYMjjpI/AAAAAAAAA3g/N_KoRBm7uII/s400/edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;it just occured to me that i will never ever be fully domesticated. but i cant say i didnt try.&lt;br /&gt;im beat, i smell of Nutella and its pouring outside. oh, i hear my bed calling. that's my cue.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's never a right time to say goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-4401360815829784240?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4401360815829784240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4401360815829784240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/10/sunday-morning-rain-is-falling-it-just.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RwiIXYMjjpI/AAAAAAAAA3g/N_KoRBm7uII/s72-c/edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-6340576797141018004</id><published>2007-10-04T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T22:48:21.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hoping its not too late;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for him, who feels unimportant:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you were, you are and you will always be important to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take back your apologies because im sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sorry i havent been a good friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know i havent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was a misunderstanding,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i made it to be one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im still here. i dont know if you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-6340576797141018004?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/6340576797141018004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/6340576797141018004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/10/hoping-its-not-too-late-for-him-who.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-1696005609469099140</id><published>2007-10-03T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:25.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;let's rocknroll &amp;amp; just let go;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117097980811513314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RwOVgIMjjeI/AAAAAAAAA2I/FyOQDtFVjC4/s400/03102007226+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;YELLOW ONE AND ALL! first off, i'd like to thank all the lovely people who either called, msged, Friendster msged, Friendster commented, tagged, emailed or what not to give me their wishes on my special day. you all are the sek really. very the sek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even Cikgu Zul sent me a Friendster msg! yes, the KPO cikgu of the century strikes again, asking about TP life, family life, love life (??) and duuuh Nat. in secondary school there is no Jannah without her Natasha nyehh. sigh i kinda miss him. how whacked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i spent my birdday with #1 gf,Erika yay (: i havent gotten any pictures yet because well, long story short, her comp's a bitch. right babe? yeahhh... will get them soon enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117100059575684594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RwOXZIMjjfI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/FnWyi4roFbs/s400/edit7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;met up with half of my poly nutcases. blading was fun, blading was ~#!#!!#!%$* TIRING. i got a first-hand feel of how seriously out of shape i really am. sadness. but on a plus side, my dusty old pair of blades finally gets to see the world outside my stinky store after Allah knows how many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117101584289074706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RwOYx4MjjhI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Sn9jVQDjfpQ/s320/edit1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117101820512276002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RwOY_oMjjiI/AAAAAAAAA2o/4afwU8PYywI/s320/edit2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117104341658078818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RwObSYMjjmI/AAAAAAAAA3I/xjR2K1biJRY/s400/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117103937931152978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RwOa64MjjlI/AAAAAAAAA3A/PT2ikP5_AxQ/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117105849191599746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RwOcqIMjjoI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/L7ht7aybZSw/s320/edit8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;we always know how to have the best time (: i havent been watching Grey's in such a long time now. im so proud of myself. i did however learn the dance steps to HSM2's All For One. its gerekness lah, my bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-1696005609469099140?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/1696005609469099140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/1696005609469099140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/10/lets-rocknroll-just-let-go-yellow-one.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RwOVgIMjjeI/AAAAAAAAA2I/FyOQDtFVjC4/s72-c/03102007226+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-7767607625029684683</id><published>2007-09-30T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:26.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rv_Go4MjjaI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Aqr0A9PoO3Q/s1600-h/627252800l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116026107298287010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rv_Go4MjjaI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Aqr0A9PoO3Q/s400/627252800l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is for Iqbal;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this picture from your Friendster because i think your face is priceless. i cropped your friends, hope they dont mind ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoooooo, i wanted to say thanks for spending the eve of my birdday with me. i made a list actually, ehem:&lt;br /&gt;1) thank you for Cavana. good food right, i know.&lt;br /&gt;2) thank you for Deal or No Deal. we suck pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;3) thank you for playing "Count the Kelap-Kelip" with me. you quite kental at the game considering i won.&lt;br /&gt;4) thank you for the iced tall 4 pump vanilla latte. eh wait, i paid for that. hahaheeheehuhu.&lt;br /&gt;5) thank you for walking from Tampines to Bedok South with me. my legs feel damn toned now, power to us.&lt;br /&gt;6) thank you for protecting me from the evils of the night- the dragonfly, the rats, the whistling bangla, the bridge of death, the simpang carpack thingy that could crush my skull and the barking dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thank you for being there, for being a friend.&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeee. CORNY MUCH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tmrw i meet ERIeriERIeriERIeriERIeriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii(((:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-7767607625029684683?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/7767607625029684683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/7767607625029684683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-for-iqbal-i-got-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rv_Go4MjjaI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Aqr0A9PoO3Q/s72-c/627252800l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-2262408582658895205</id><published>2007-09-26T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:26.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;an attempt to try;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114496493350522242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RvpXdoMjjYI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/t1C9tOsU48U/s400/Untitled-1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;someone once told me the grass is much greener, on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;but from where im standing, my grass is the perfect shade of green.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i hate outfield camps. where's my soldier?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-2262408582658895205?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2262408582658895205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2262408582658895205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/09/attempt-to-try-someone-once-told-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RvpXdoMjjYI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/t1C9tOsU48U/s72-c/Untitled-1.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-5028871043669859729</id><published>2007-09-22T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T22:42:53.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...bitter and cynical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the gastric flu is back to haunt my days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just what i need, just what i need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-5028871043669859729?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/5028871043669859729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/5028871043669859729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-8541426691916560417</id><published>2007-09-20T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T18:41:50.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;listed;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- i've been doing alot of dreaming lately.&lt;br /&gt;not so much sleeping though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i want to do something excting, something to exhilarate my sappy, pathetic self.&lt;br /&gt;maybe something like doing the McNasty with McDreamy, McSteamy and heck, all the McDoctors at Seattle Grace Hospital and rightfully claim the almighty title of McSlutty. im hooked to Grey's can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- i want to go around freaking BALD with "BRITNEY" tattooed across my forehead. yeahhhhh baybeeeeehh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- i am &lt;strong&gt;THIS CLOSE&lt;/strong&gt; to wishing for vacation to end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and when that happens, i'll know i've lost it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- my urge to shop is madnessssss. and i am just not strong enough to fight these urges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it is, no shittin', eating me up inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-8541426691916560417?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/8541426691916560417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/8541426691916560417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-been-doing-alot-of-dreaming.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-2303047732997323619</id><published>2007-09-19T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:26.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;i sing a song they hear;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111578224314555442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Ru_5UA3kHDI/AAAAAAAAA04/A2pR9eX-pI8/s400/180920072257+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Julie, Kimmy, the huge toad, the huge grasshopper, the food, Eric refilling our drinks, Eric leading the birthday cheers, Eric's flirtatious eyebrows, Eric's profile, Eric Eric Eric Eric Eric Eric made my day. made my week actually. oh but the bill was a tight slap to the face though, sigh. ive been feeling pretty dead since Thursday. stuck in a horrible rut that i seriously need to get out of. urghhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one picture for today. nothing much but it adds colour to this pathetic excuse for a blog so thats something to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-2303047732997323619?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2303047732997323619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2303047732997323619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-sing-song-they-hear-julie-kimmy-huge.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Ru_5UA3kHDI/AAAAAAAAA04/A2pR9eX-pI8/s72-c/180920072257+copy+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-1870291536818071306</id><published>2007-09-15T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T23:34:36.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;starstruck;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish the world will just stop hating on Britney. i know anyone who's watched her performance during the VMAs will think that she blew her chance at a good comeback and im not going to disagree with that. you could tell how nervous she was and it looked like she wasnt even trying. but give the girl a break. ever thought that maybe she was distracted from her performance because she was wary of what all her peers were thinking of her? she's human, ofcourse she gets self-conscious, what more with all the negative publicity she's been getting. anti-Britneys will go "she did this to herself. she should have a little more self-respect blablaadeblaaaa." these people think they're born perfect and worshipped by the saints. i think not.&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, im still a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Silverman is a bitch for calling Britney's kids "the cutest mistakes". i mean, who does that. you have to be the lowest person to do that and there was absolutely no reason to bring in the children. Kanye West is a whiney dumbass (eh style! it rhymes!) who needs to get over himself- no surprise there. he said he never will return to MTV.&lt;br /&gt;who gives a shit. i prefer 50Cent anyways. BUUUUUUUUURN! nyehh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-1870291536818071306?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/1870291536818071306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/1870291536818071306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/09/starstruck-wish-world-will-just-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-4885326413684310655</id><published>2007-09-13T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T20:55:49.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disconnected;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i officially dub myself a l o s e r. thats right. a loser who does nothing but spend hours in bed reading tv summaries of The Hills Season 3 and watching MadTv parodies on YouTube. speaking of which, there was one that was so funny i almost shit in my pants. well, not really but it was pretty damn hilarious. they did Oprah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have got a gold Rolex watch, somewhere on my body. You've got to find it and I'll give you one hint, and one hint only.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S IN MY VAGINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahhaahhahahahaaha that made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite feeling like a lone ranger with absolutely zip zero zilch social life, here's something to be happy about.&lt;br /&gt;Academic Status: PERMITTED TO PROCEED TO THE NEXT SEMESTER OF STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell to the yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-4885326413684310655?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4885326413684310655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4885326413684310655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/09/disconnected-i-officially-dub-myself-l.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-8583761998029264576</id><published>2007-09-11T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:27.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our social scene;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108616576291525122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RuVztaOHUgI/AAAAAAAAA0g/z3o0OyKxzsA/s400/090920072208+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;after almost a week of not meeting up with Eri, we finally got to catch up when she came to stayover on Sunday yayyy!! we caught the much awaited HSM2 together and sad to say, it was a major disappointment. Troy and Gabriella had the whole puppy love thing going on, i just wanted to scream GAG ME and Vanessa totally killed her goody-goody image along with her career with the nude scandal. there was just too much dialouge especially since all i wanted was to just see them sing and dance. ouh well......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;girl night continued with blog-hopping and chocolate donuts plus Ben and Jerry's. yes i feel them fats coming but im gna be &lt;em&gt;puasa-&lt;/em&gt;ing soon so i let myself off this time. we tried making our own music video using Ally and AJ's The Potential Breakup Song. that was a bust, haha! but super fun. and then we just had our talk fests into the wee hours of the morning. ahhhh yes i do love my Eri very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108630461920793106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RuWAVqOHUhI/AAAAAAAAA0o/T-S416_Wwig/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108632020993921570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RuWBwaOHUiI/AAAAAAAAA0w/0ng26yyeEOk/s320/100920072220+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;met up with Julie and Avi the next day. caught a movie and headed down to Cafe Cartel to indulge ourselves in these sinful desserts. but wow lah ah. wow. okay this post was boring, my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-8583761998029264576?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/8583761998029264576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/8583761998029264576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/09/our-social-scene-after-almost-week-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RuVztaOHUgI/AAAAAAAAA0g/z3o0OyKxzsA/s72-c/090920072208+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-4852321795073376906</id><published>2007-09-08T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:27.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're my knock-out;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108610816740381170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RuVueKOHUfI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/PxlxqJZZWWw/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;i'll be counting the days. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-4852321795073376906?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4852321795073376906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4852321795073376906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/09/youre-my-knock-out-ill-be-counting-days.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RuVueKOHUfI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/PxlxqJZZWWw/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-779260518983376279</id><published>2007-09-07T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:27.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the best years;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107458816317280706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RuFWu6OHUcI/AAAAAAAAA0A/8pygUM0LJpY/s400/DSC00267+copy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;im being bored, browsing through photos when i came across this. one of them photos from secondary school days. i think this is probably the only one i have left of us in uniform after my comp crashed and i lost my phone memory card. good job eh, good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those days and ergh, i look like one of those action-goody-goody-feel-like-slapping-then-running-over-kinda-girls. stop it eh Jan. ouh wells ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-779260518983376279?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/779260518983376279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/779260518983376279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/09/best-years.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RuFWu6OHUcI/AAAAAAAAA0A/8pygUM0LJpY/s72-c/DSC00267+copy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-2969906448536013874</id><published>2007-09-05T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:28.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why hello yummylicious;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107147392533614994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RuA7fqOHUZI/AAAAAAAAAzo/mhHTtOexAbE/s320/554752+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;center&gt;oh Zackyboy, i'd walk to the ends of the world and back with you if it means spending every breathing, living second in your gorgeuos presence. yes, i would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-2969906448536013874?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2969906448536013874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2969906448536013874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-hello-yummylicious-oh-zackyboy-id.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RuA7fqOHUZI/AAAAAAAAAzo/mhHTtOexAbE/s72-c/554752+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-152506773601734463</id><published>2007-09-03T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:29.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friendship isnt one big thing- its a million little things;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105886896941650018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RtvBFKOHUGI/AAAAAAAAAxM/VZQP8PpxIrA/s320/010+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105890135346991266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RtvEBqOHUKI/AAAAAAAAAxs/MKppYr0aVNY/s400/untitled1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105891093124698306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RtvE5aOHUMI/AAAAAAAAAx8/klx94tXcIlM/s400/untitled2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105891376592539858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RtvFJ6OHUNI/AAAAAAAAAyE/odyhZ4Vds8A/s320/006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105891509736526050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RtvFRqOHUOI/AAAAAAAAAyM/DEyz97zhUoQ/s320/018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105891681535217906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RtvFbqOHUPI/AAAAAAAAAyU/3WxL3CLoGL8/s320/310820072150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is a little overdue. but heck, better late than never right (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teachers' Day was great. i guess it never hit me how much i missed Damai until i was back there. i got so many hugs that i actually feel missed. dum dee dum(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i also got to know that my sec3/4 form teacher was retiring that day due to medical problems. im not exactly her greatest fan but ive got to admit, without her constant nagging, her "jannah.. you cant go anywhere with these kind of results you know. not even a decent poly." and 2 years of me crying during meet-the-parents, i wouldnt have gotten the results that i did for O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeell, sad news aside, i got to hang out with my girlfriends after. caught Ratatouille which by the way is the best movie that ive watched so far, no kidding. i was sitting in the cinema actually convinced that a rat can cook and i think the guy is kinda cute. yes i know he's an animation but what the hey, still cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P/S: ive been bored out of mind these few days. Eri, Jules, save me. lets go catch Hairspray and go karaoke PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-152506773601734463?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/152506773601734463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/152506773601734463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/09/friendship-isnt-one-big-thing-its.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RtvBFKOHUGI/AAAAAAAAAxM/VZQP8PpxIrA/s72-c/010+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-6944284817456908725</id><published>2007-08-30T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:30.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tell it to the ones you love;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104914091144073298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RthMUaOHUFI/AAAAAAAAAxE/EdGqFqN0Q_s/s320/Photo-0030+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;i cannot imagine poly life without my girls.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104803873693323314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RtfoE6OHUDI/AAAAAAAAAw0/hIYAVGiEIeE/s400/untitled3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104521213305638882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rtbm_6OHT-I/AAAAAAAAAwM/Nd7nau0iXgM/s320/Photo-0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104521758766485506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RtbnfqOHUAI/AAAAAAAAAwc/q6AvDa3vZOs/s320/Photo-0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104522128133672978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rtbn1KOHUBI/AAAAAAAAAwk/wJ-Yv4romN4/s320/Photo-0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;free ice-cream in the rain, lunch at Marche (where i got a nono to picture taking, dammit), cuuuuuute boys yay! and much awaited retail therapy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say a picture says a thousand words. ive got eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and in case you havent already figured it out, exams are over, school is out, bring on the vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;END.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-6944284817456908725?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/6944284817456908725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/6944284817456908725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/08/tell-it-to-ones-you-love-no-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RthMUaOHUFI/AAAAAAAAAxE/EdGqFqN0Q_s/s72-c/Photo-0030+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-6955052811805763593</id><published>2007-08-25T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:32.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lovin' spoonful;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey soldier,&lt;br /&gt;i hate how you're here, but not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102582211665153938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RtADfKOHT5I/AAAAAAAAAvk/6n6eMYRwnVA/s200/250820072088+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;havent seen her in way too long.&lt;br /&gt;but the love, is still all the same(: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;END.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-6955052811805763593?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/6955052811805763593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/6955052811805763593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/08/lovin-spoonful-havent-seen-her-in-way.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RtADfKOHT5I/AAAAAAAAAvk/6n6eMYRwnVA/s72-c/250820072088+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-250591443656428306</id><published>2007-08-24T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:32.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because Farhanah told me to;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102265380517662578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rs7jVKOHT3I/AAAAAAAAAvU/MpFqqM0dA60/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;a good day to be studying under the block huh. nice breeze and the uhhh.. nice breeze. thats the only positive thing i can possibly think of. and i also made myself a new friend! her name's Sofie, Primary4 and not very good in math. heh, she's the cutest thing! we ended up discussing the greatness that is: High School Musical. that is until, she had to leave. bummerrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;dont tell me to get a life okay, i know that already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;im just a big screw up right.&lt;br /&gt;i am, i screw things up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;- &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tagged by: Farhanahlove(:&lt;br /&gt;1) Each player of this game starts off by giving 5 weird things about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;2) People who get tagged needs to write in their blog of their own weird things as well and state the rules clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3) In the end, you'll select 5 people to be tagged and list their names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes;&lt;br /&gt;1) I cry when i cant fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;2) I pretend im teaching a class when i study alone in my room.&lt;br /&gt;3) I've never slept with my door closed at night.&lt;br /&gt;4) I sometimes dream in 3-D.&lt;br /&gt;5) I put chocolate milk in my cereal for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the five lucky people are;&lt;br /&gt;1) Erika&lt;br /&gt;2) Haq&lt;br /&gt;3) Atiqah&lt;br /&gt;4) Aniq&lt;br /&gt;5) Irfan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;play along!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;END.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-250591443656428306?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/250591443656428306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/250591443656428306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/08/away-from-home-good-day-to-be-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rs7jVKOHT3I/AAAAAAAAAvU/MpFqqM0dA60/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-3989735689235097801</id><published>2007-08-22T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:32.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;taking it all in;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101771089911435074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rs0hxqOHT0I/AAAAAAAAAu8/rzv4-4DCSy0/s320/230720071771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101771231645355858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rs0h56OHT1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/SOOk7_X5AOE/s320/220820072062+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;i suddenly miss these two psychopaths crazy much.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, i was a little drama mama in my previous post. but i was stressing a little, so i have a valid excuse. i cannot wait until the month is over! August is kinda bleh dont you think. well, except for NDP i guess, but that's just fireworks =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im taking a break from my studying. just for a teeny weeny moment until i hit the books again. yerp, my days have been as exciting as a funeral obviously. studying makes me feel good though. i feel smart for a change, especially when i actually understand what im reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh right, i thought of sharing my &lt;em&gt;horrific&lt;/em&gt; MRT ride today. i was seated, listening to my radio, reading up on Econs, when this kuku of a guy plopped his massive ass beside me. it doesnt matter that he's humongous, he stinked major. im surprised i didnt gag really. to make matters worse, he stared at me the entire trip- Bedok to City Hall. i dont really want to think about what went on in his mind lah okay. erks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, study study studyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-3989735689235097801?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/3989735689235097801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/3989735689235097801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/08/taking-it-all-in-okay-okay-i-was-little.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/Rs0hxqOHT0I/AAAAAAAAAu8/rzv4-4DCSy0/s72-c/230720071771.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-7427102933475564058</id><published>2007-08-19T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T00:03:14.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;slide aside, make room;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, if i may say so myself, was a pretty productive day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i say it was a pretty productive day, i dont really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;i spent today locked up in my room with the air-con on, cuddled up in my blanket, watching re-runs of FRIENDS and eating bowl after bowl of Frosties. mmm my second favourite cereal, right after Honey Stars. and i think i might just have a secret crush on Willy Wonka. no, not Johnny Depp, WILLY WONKA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;exams? what exams? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;im working on that too, promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on Friday, i spent the best 8hours with my favouritest boy(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-7427102933475564058?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/7427102933475564058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/7427102933475564058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/08/slide-aside-make-room-today-if-i-may.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-4406269484289144207</id><published>2007-08-17T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:33.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shall we dance;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099341061839867570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RsR_raOHTrI/AAAAAAAAAt0/2sSCXQJcv7Y/s320/king-and-i-DVDcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;just got home from an awesome night. i caught The King and I, a musical masterpiece. and i let the talented cast, lavish costumes and resplendent sets transport me back to 19th century Bangkok and provide me with an experience fit for royalty. i just loved it! &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RsUZ7aOHTwI/AAAAAAAAAuc/MfxAYOOrqKQ/s1600-h/untitled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RsUZ7aOHTwI/AAAAAAAAAuc/MfxAYOOrqKQ/s1600-h/untitled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099510661508452098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RsUZ7aOHTwI/AAAAAAAAAuc/MfxAYOOrqKQ/s400/untitled2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RsUX9aOHTvI/AAAAAAAAAuU/PhTxoYj7zec/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099508496844934898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RsUX9aOHTvI/AAAAAAAAAuU/PhTxoYj7zec/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RsUZ7aOHTwI/AAAAAAAAAuc/MfxAYOOrqKQ/s1600-h/untitled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the last day we all got to spend time together in class.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RsUZ7aOHTwI/AAAAAAAAAuc/MfxAYOOrqKQ/s1600-h/untitled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for exams now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RsSDIKOHTtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/S411PFglTek/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RsUZ7aOHTwI/AAAAAAAAAuc/MfxAYOOrqKQ/s1600-h/untitled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-4406269484289144207?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4406269484289144207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4406269484289144207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/08/shall-we-dance-just-got-home-from.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RsR_raOHTrI/AAAAAAAAAt0/2sSCXQJcv7Y/s72-c/king-and-i-DVDcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-2498662335983378784</id><published>2007-08-16T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:33.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;right next door just might be, miles away;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098964991436713106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RsMppOy87JI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Q4S91kJk5DY/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;judging from how much time we had taking stupid pictures with biscuits that didnt even taste very good, school wasnt very productive today with the exams creeping nearer and nearer.&lt;br /&gt;on Tuesday, we had our last lesson with Mr F.J. and i hesitantly admit that im going to miss his "zaps" and how they make my heart stop beating for a second while i silently pray that my answer will be correct and he wont make any sarcastic remarks that will probably haunt me for the rest of my living years. yeaahhhhhhhhhh, i kinda hope i have him again next semester ooooorr.. maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RsMsFOy87KI/AAAAAAAAAts/evkINaCXtfk/s1600-h/150820071994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098967671496305826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RsMsFOy87KI/AAAAAAAAAts/evkINaCXtfk/s200/150820071994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since school ended early yet again, me and Eri roamed around TM with Avi and i even got myself a little something something, yay(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really upset that the semester's about to end and then we'll all be in different classes and forced to make new friends all over again. im bored with the process of meeting new people and blahblah. especially since ive already found the perfect ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-2498662335983378784?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2498662335983378784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2498662335983378784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/08/right-next-door-just-might-be-miles.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RsMppOy87JI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Q4S91kJk5DY/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-9045024527028204196</id><published>2007-08-11T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:34.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I watch the stars crash into the sea;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097115604288859266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RryXouy87II/AAAAAAAAAtc/cbP3tiAulUw/s400/op.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the wait is over, OP is &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; done. we screwed up big time and got drilled pretty badly. i was trying so hard to hold back my tears in class but after the presentation, me and Mira just had to get away from everything, sat ourselves down and watched each other cry. and at that moment, i was thinking to myself how unfair it was to be treated the way we did, after working so hard. i couldnt think of any reasons as to why &lt;em&gt;our &lt;/em&gt;group had to bomb. and then i just started to blame everyone, bringing up each other's flaws and rambling on and on about it. in my mind, i sounded like a broken recorder but i was upset and i didnt want to care about anyone but myself. selfish, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, i hate myself for it. i realized that every one of my group members put equal effort into the project and we did work hard for the presentation even if the marks that will be given to us wont reflect that. &lt;em&gt;we know for ourselves that we did.&lt;/em&gt; i got to work with people i never in a million years thought i could work with. we argued, we bitched, we got on each other's nerves but all that dont matter anymore because we pulled through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when i was on the verge of bursting into tears in the middle of our presentation, Yu Qing held my hands in comfort and when i apologized to Hui Yu for screwing up she said, "No, I dont blame you. Dont cry okay. Dont worry lah, i will work with you again one."&lt;br /&gt;the people that i was so quick to judge when school first started have grown to become people i love and can call my friends. and no lousy OP can make me feel down about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;we did what we could you guys, and that's all that matters(: love.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-9045024527028204196?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/9045024527028204196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/9045024527028204196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-watch-stars-crash-into-sea-wait-is.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RryXouy87II/AAAAAAAAAtc/cbP3tiAulUw/s72-c/op.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-9121077935104881765</id><published>2007-08-06T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:34.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D'OH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095618769531497570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RrdGRey87GI/AAAAAAAAAtM/WfA_6XxI8WU/s320/user3148_1168199784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;anyone who doesnt agree that 'The Simpsons Movie' was the most H I L A R I O U S thing ever, i have to say, has got zero clue as to what the word humour means.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: &lt;em&gt;Julie&lt;/em&gt;, this statement is not directed to you because i saw you laughing at some points. and you laughed at humans dancing in penguin suits. i'll give you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eri&lt;/em&gt;, thankyou for laughing hysterically with me. my abs got some good excercise. if only we out-laughed the psycho in the cinema =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-happy sigh- &lt;/em&gt;now dont you just lovelovelooooove slack days like today(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-9121077935104881765?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/9121077935104881765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/9121077935104881765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/08/doh-anyone-who-doesnt-agree-that.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RrdGRey87GI/AAAAAAAAAtM/WfA_6XxI8WU/s72-c/user3148_1168199784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-6662821139741267283</id><published>2007-08-03T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:35.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;keep me going, blow me away;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RrNP6ey87CI/AAAAAAAAAsw/xMdH-pprpZU/s1600-h/020820071891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094503469603941410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RrNP6ey87CI/AAAAAAAAAsw/xMdH-pprpZU/s200/020820071891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"We are in the profession of nobility and integrity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are the voices of those who otherwise do damage to themselves if they spoke."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RrNP6ey87CI/AAAAAAAAAsw/xMdH-pprpZU/s1600-h/020820071891.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-6662821139741267283?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/6662821139741267283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/6662821139741267283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/08/kept-me-going-blew-me-away-we-are-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RrNP6ey87CI/AAAAAAAAAsw/xMdH-pprpZU/s72-c/020820071891.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-6850003902102259414</id><published>2007-08-03T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T00:49:08.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;perceptions;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) we're "the plastics"&lt;br /&gt;2) we're bimbo-ish&lt;br /&gt;3) we're empty vessels&lt;br /&gt;4) we dont act/sound like future lawyers&lt;br /&gt;5) we act like we're above everyone&lt;br /&gt;6) we dont do our work&lt;br /&gt;7) all we do is giggle and talk and shop and waste time&lt;br /&gt;8) we're so out of "IT", whatever "IT" is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "shh" us even when we're not making noise. they just ASSUME&lt;br /&gt;2) frown at our "unprepared" answers. grow up you sex-deprived old man. you sicken me&lt;br /&gt;3) pick on us because they dont like us. and they make it so god damn obvious&lt;br /&gt;4) think they own the world. own the press, own the education system, own the dictionary, own the law.&lt;br /&gt;5) allow themselves to walk around with ugly clothes, ugly hair, ugly EVERYTHING and they dare roll their eyes at you.&lt;br /&gt;that, i have to say, is just about the most PATHETIC and the most DESTRUCTIVE damage you can possibly do to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say life is never fair. ouhhhh ho ho ho hooo hell yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;im not trying to be mean, im being defensive. but heck, its nice to know that there's always something to bitch about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;END.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-6850003902102259414?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/6850003902102259414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/6850003902102259414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/08/perceptions-people-say.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-7483859068802204241</id><published>2007-07-29T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:35.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the twinkle in my eye, is love;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hello, im an empty vessel. HAHA asswipe, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092646484658940946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rqy2_uy87BI/AAAAAAAAAso/owys1-9HHpg/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i ate hotcakes this morning. the first bite was wow. it felt like i was having a piece of heaven....&lt;br /&gt;then after awhile, i got full and i just didnt want to eat it anymore. bleh =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met my lovelies to study and i managed to get some of my econs done. yay. now whether im doing it right is a whole different story. boo. but i guess we'll know soon enough yeah when we get our portfolios back. wow, cant wait for that day to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;note the sarcasm.&lt;/p&gt;thanks to someooooone, i crave brownies. mmmmmmmmmmmmmm :DDD&lt;br /&gt;i shall go dream about it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-7483859068802204241?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/7483859068802204241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/7483859068802204241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/07/twinkle-in-my-eye-is-love-hello-im.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/Rqy2_uy87BI/AAAAAAAAAso/owys1-9HHpg/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-4677758060351229189</id><published>2007-07-27T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:36.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tonight- our night;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091902295675562898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RqoSKOy865I/AAAAAAAAAro/bECUr3nYsaM/s320/270720071809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091902772416932770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RqoSl-y866I/AAAAAAAAArw/LEUuz6xm1XE/s320/003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091903150374054834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RqoS7-y867I/AAAAAAAAAr4/uEZunfHhEYU/s320/011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091903408072092610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RqoTK-y868I/AAAAAAAAAsA/FobO9nKlZkU/s320/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091904726627052530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RqoUXuy86_I/AAAAAAAAAsY/AOHHXDsv7t8/s320/004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091904954260319234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RqoUk-y87AI/AAAAAAAAAsg/3vKXMytoE-8/s320/270720071813.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;i have to admit, the food wasnt all that great. i was kind of disappointed with it. but the company, the company kicked major ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they always do(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-4677758060351229189?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4677758060351229189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4677758060351229189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/07/tonight-our-night-i-have-to-admit-food.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RqoSKOy865I/AAAAAAAAAro/bECUr3nYsaM/s72-c/270720071809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-7302011847771343036</id><published>2007-07-27T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:37.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel you in the morning breeze;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091714536885250930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RqlnZOy863I/AAAAAAAAArY/Jt-mXD8-Ww0/s200/465886437l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091714657144335234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RqlngOy864I/AAAAAAAAArg/HkBBE6JnggI/s200/231697460l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;im a million times glad its Friday. i'll be seeing my favouritest girls tonight and we'll be doing what we do best- eat, bitch and camwhore. well, maybe a little less bitching and more on catching up. seems like i havent seen them in ages and sometimes i get a little emotional thinking about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but you know, i love the fact that we are so close even when each of us disappear into our own little world, engaged in our own seperate lives, at the end of the day, i know that when im ready to face the world again with them by my side, they'll be there, no questions asked (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;now, this is major bummer: school =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-7302011847771343036?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/7302011847771343036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/7302011847771343036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-feel-you-in-morning-breeze-im-million.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RqlnZOy863I/AAAAAAAAArY/Jt-mXD8-Ww0/s72-c/465886437l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-718732833729433084</id><published>2007-07-25T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:37.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;live healthy;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091108134747695906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rqc_3-y86yI/AAAAAAAAAqg/rmBT8bfc6Kw/s320/250720071790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;thanks to our new handy-dandy guidebook that the school gave out today, we'll have hothotheat bodies in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's beginning to be real hectic lately, with the deadlines and the semestral exams coming up really really soon. like our Macroecons portfolio's due next Wednesday and uhhh my group havent even started on it because we have no freaking idea how to. doesnt help that our tutor's a BIG BABY. geeeeweeeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumb Excel test is gna be totally what the hell. i mean cmon, its Excel we're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POM is due this Friday and presentations should be done by Monday. i must say that that's the only thing im not worrying about right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, the mother of all assignments: ORAL PRESENTATION. im worried about it, but somehow i have a feeling that its gna go pretty well. all i need to do is finish reading my case, like for real =/ could be fun to dress all formal and strut around in my heels(((: that is until, my feet start to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh im tired already thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-718732833729433084?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/718732833729433084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/718732833729433084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/07/live-healthy-thanks-to-our-new-handy.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/Rqc_3-y86yI/AAAAAAAAAqg/rmBT8bfc6Kw/s72-c/250720071790.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-38585522460075374</id><published>2007-07-21T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:27:37.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;caught in the middle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im hurting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with nothing left to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and not knowing what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;help.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-38585522460075374?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/38585522460075374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/38585522460075374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/07/caught-in-middle-im-hurting_21.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-821260961500964704</id><published>2007-07-21T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:38.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a time of reminiscence;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089539642755967666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RqGtVuy86rI/AAAAAAAAApo/gOD67AmRVcE/s200/12022007367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nat(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089539904748972738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RqGtk-y86sI/AAAAAAAAApw/3-TpTtWi234/s200/08022007300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Huihui(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089540213986618066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RqGt2-y86tI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Wk5FyK1fTGI/s200/07022007283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hiqmaaah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089540652073282290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RqGuQey86vI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IkjZI1jXt7s/s200/157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;RockstarIylia(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089541098749881090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RqGuqey86wI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/dQwl6AuF5KI/s200/210620071248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089541390807657234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RqGu7ey86xI/AAAAAAAAAqY/2JH5ZRV2CqY/s200/240420071027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; SS(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss these people&lt;/strong&gt;- the ones that kept my tears away and who have always stood by me.&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-821260961500964704?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/821260961500964704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/821260961500964704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-of-reminiscence-i-miss-these.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RqGtVuy86rI/AAAAAAAAApo/gOD67AmRVcE/s72-c/12022007367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-521464855006551075</id><published>2007-07-19T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:40.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;never get enough of your lovin';&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088884639202788402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rp9ZngafxDI/AAAAAAAAAoY/B59zSQpOJzY/s200/Photo+22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088885691469775938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rp9akwafxEI/AAAAAAAAAog/Pmytl6xpDn4/s200/Photo+20_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088885854678533202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rp9auQafxFI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ltOFuJE4S7A/s200/Photo+17_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088885949167813730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rp9azwafxGI/AAAAAAAAAow/vYkfjtqHcig/s200/Photo+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088886056541996146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rp9a6AafxHI/AAAAAAAAAo4/tomHu5LGC6g/s200/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088886391549445266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rp9bNgafxJI/AAAAAAAAApI/bwBqaLB9Ins/s200/160720071759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088886554758202530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rp9bXAafxKI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Kfj8ty6vwss/s200/130720071699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088886649247483058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rp9bcgafxLI/AAAAAAAAApY/eZ77gIyMHoM/s200/190720071781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088886782391469250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rp9bkQafxMI/AAAAAAAAApg/eajcZg3N9Ao/s200/190720071753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;without these two crackos i'd probably end up brain dead from school and being best friends with someone i wouldnt want to be seen with. and that would be just .. sad. &lt;p align="left"&gt;i love you two gorgeous people lotts (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok this is my sentimental moment. ya'll happy now? haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8285690298781067793-521464855006551075?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/521464855006551075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/521464855006551075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/07/permanent-high-without-these-two.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/Rp9ZngafxDI/AAAAAAAAAoY/B59zSQpOJzY/s72-c/Photo+22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-2543534144957593684</id><published>2007-07-15T13:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:41.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ROCKAMANIA;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087295965159736290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rpm0ugafw-I/AAAAAAAAAnw/eOZbTC1We4c/s400/140720071712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087297562887570418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rpm2Lgafw_I/AAAAAAAAAn4/enRp-_6aP24/s320/140720071719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087297803405739010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rpm2ZgafxAI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ofnZLK67FIo/s320/140720071721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087298357456520210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rpm25wafxBI/AAAAAAAAAoI/5kLRz20kia4/s320/140720071722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087298615154557986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rpm3IwafxCI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Np3oCoj0bHA/s200/140720071724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PRODUCTION CREW IS THE PLACE TO BE- we're family (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;only Julie can understand how exhausted i was yesterday cos she was experiencing it all with me. we had to meet at Art Space at 7freaking30am in the morning. its been a long time since i left the house before the sunrise. very long time. yesterday was i think the third day for the Rockamania event held in school. i thought it was a rock concert, but no, its a rockclimbing thing.&lt;br /&gt;bleh =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we spent 15hours playing music, STANDING UP might i add and my thigh muscles were really killing me from all the squats that ive disciplined myself to do. at one point Jules and I left to get ourselves some Starbucks (: coffee and happy cake REALLY helped. wah you should have seen us after that, pretending to be DJs and speaking into the fan to sound like Transformers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;check this out. this is coooool. DJs = DoubleJ = Jannah and Julie.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, we know we're cool like that yo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;but you know, despite feeling tired, despite the fact that Alam told us that we'll be all packed up by 9 but ended up dragging until close to 11, despite the bad timing my rashes had to attack, i didnt regret a single moment of it. PC's majorly fun cos of Jules, Alam, Fadly and the 2 Zuls (: thanks ma homies. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8285690298781067793-2543534144957593684?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2543534144957593684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2543534144957593684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/07/rockamania-production-crew-is-place-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/Rpm0ugafw-I/AAAAAAAAAnw/eOZbTC1We4c/s72-c/140720071712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-480636708187754169</id><published>2007-07-12T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:43.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lets book a ticket away from it all;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086332127253873538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RpZIHwafw4I/AAAAAAAAAnA/GwI5xapchR8/s400/120720071685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thursdays for me personally, is such a waste of time. 2hours of lab and thats it, we're free. YAAAAAAWN. couldnt make up our mind about lunch as usual, so decided to go Jups again, visit the good-old-irritating Uncle Sani. then me and Eri wasted time at Parkway. i must say im pretty impressed with us today. didnt spend money on much except Starbucks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love our feeling feeling moments in the bus, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086333737866609554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RpZJlgafw5I/AAAAAAAAAnI/kumpB0T2XzI/s200/120720071742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086333853830726562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RpZJsQafw6I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/DR3_inLzP3A/s200/120720071743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086334180248241074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RpZJ_Qafw7I/AAAAAAAAAnY/_Q8h3niB3a4/s200/120720071747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086334536730526658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RpZKUAafw8I/AAAAAAAAAng/mO2odORgbGw/s200/120720071746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086334850263139282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RpZKmQafw9I/AAAAAAAAAno/mZTSRHAExlk/s200/120720071748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i did something miraculous today. I EXERCISED! -self-applause-&lt;br /&gt;havent been too happy with what ive been seeing in the mirror lately. i wanna lose them fatties, so yeah. i did this workout that i learnt from the one and only dance session that ive went for so far. i have got to stop giving myself excuses and wake my lazy ass up for future dance sessions. bummerrrrrrrr but no pain no gain Jan. no pain no gain :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-480636708187754169?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/480636708187754169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/480636708187754169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/07/lets-book-ticket-away-from-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RpZIHwafw4I/AAAAAAAAAnA/GwI5xapchR8/s72-c/120720071685.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-9000621905194389309</id><published>2007-07-08T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:45.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;standing in my highest heels;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HELLO ALL :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;surprisingly, im already up at this hour no thanks to my brother. he just has to play his game at this specific volume that makes it impossible for me to fall back asleep =/ but he got me free tickets to yesterday's preview of NDP07 so i guess i wont bear a grudge against him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ive picked out random moments that i will forever remember from yesterday's NDP-both good and bad- so i thought i'd share them since i have nothing else significant enough to do this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a smile ---&gt; (: is a good moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a sadsad face ----&gt; ): is a bad moment. LET US BEGIN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheMoments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) it was hot. very, extremely, overly hot. didnt help that we were 45minutes early. not wrong right being all excited ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) i think i saw my brother. he was wearing green, with a green helmet on his head and green makeup (&lt;em&gt;makeup kepeee) &lt;/em&gt;on his face. ouh and black boots. yup, definitely him (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084650653138885218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RpBO1FNNGmI/AAAAAAAAAlg/1TWENjvMulU/s200/070720071604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;center&gt;he's riiight there. you see him too right. i bet&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;3) the stage being the world's largest floating stage is cool (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084651731175676530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RpBPz1NNGnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/14pw3BvuEPI/s200/070720071590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;4) my Ice Tall 4pump Vanilla Latte (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084652603054037634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RpBQmlNNGoI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ku1ZHDo0K7s/s200/070720071578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;5) we didnt get goody bags. we got PLASTIC BAGS with food items in it. quite sad, i felt like i was at a refugee camp. i wanted to wave my Nation's flag with pride but bleh ):):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6) faking the MPs, Prime Minister and President was funny (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) when they fired the canon or whatever it is, i swear i thought we were being attacked. not funny. you should have heard me scream ):):):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) the 3D DYNAMIC DISPLAY celebrating 40years of NS. waaah, just waaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084668150835649170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RpBevlNNGpI/AAAAAAAAAl4/DlgxG8bjMsI/s200/070720071607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084669117203290802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RpBfn1NNGrI/AAAAAAAAAmI/a_o5TeFweDc/s200/070720071610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084668571742444194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RpBfIFNNGqI/AAAAAAAAAmA/xi7XR_dCPNs/s200/070720071609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;9) impressive fireworks = ALOT of money = 7%GST. (: fireworks. ): 7%GST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Mira love and her big blue umbrella ella ella eh eh (:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084670740700928722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RpBhGVNNGtI/AAAAAAAAAmY/v8IN5jJEMZw/s200/070720071589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084672651961375490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RpBi1lNNGwI/AAAAAAAAAmw/GVF0FP3WCQo/s200/070720071598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084673622623984402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RpBjuFNNGxI/AAAAAAAAAm4/T4yGmSHIrRA/s200/startsmile0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;after NDP my parents came down to fetch me and we zoomed off to NIGHT SAFARI! my dad's friend from Indonesia came down for a visit with his family and they wanted to check it out. my mother, due to her kind and giving nature, had to fork out $168 for admission fee alone. and she even insisted on buying them a gift and paying for dinner later that night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;asking her for shopping money this month is a definite nono. pity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i dont have pictures from the safari though. my phone memory ran out of space which proves a very good point that i should get myself a new memory card. soon soon.&lt;br /&gt;2ND ROUND OF TRANSFORMERS IN 3.5HOURS. WEEE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-9000621905194389309?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/9000621905194389309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/9000621905194389309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/07/standing-in-my-highest-heels-hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RpBO1FNNGmI/AAAAAAAAAlg/1TWENjvMulU/s72-c/070720071604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-4800104062670306528</id><published>2007-07-06T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:45.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;claudine;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i deleted my post about my-now-gone-forever cardigan. truth be told, i sickened myself when i reread my own entry and gees Jan, its just a cardigan. as you can see, ive pretty much gotten over it and ive also comforted myself with the fact that once ive saved enough money, i'll get a brand new one (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lesson learnt: bring a big bag. stuff EVERYTHING inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i know my blog song suddenly went all instumental but this piece is BEAUTIFUL. it makes me want to fall in love over and over and over again. and i fell asleep last night listening to this on replay (: i love it THAT much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school starts in about 2.5hours, im hungry, unshowered and unpacked. im SO excited about going to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;not.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083923433571293778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Ro25bVNNGlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/-KxBLfbetdI/s320/040720071550_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and to Erika Liana Muhd, get well soooooooooooon and come back to school. we miss you ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-4800104062670306528?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4800104062670306528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4800104062670306528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/07/claudine-so-i-deleted-my-post-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Ro25bVNNGlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/-KxBLfbetdI/s72-c/040720071550_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-7189497292468629851</id><published>2007-07-03T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:45.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more than meets the eye;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082911547866290706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RoohH1NNGhI/AAAAAAAAAkw/nZWBgSLh1e8/s400/poster_transformers_new2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so ive watched Tranformers. it was really worth skipping lecture for. but shhh, nodody needs to know that. heh. but really, this show is A W E S O M E. as in, no shit awesome, trust me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i grew up playing with Barbie and Polly Pocket so when i say this movie is good, i damn well mean it (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and, i think i sound unbelievably cool when i say Decepticon. but heh, thats just me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;END.&lt;/center&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/8285690298781067793-7189497292468629851?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/7189497292468629851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/7189497292468629851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-that-meets-eye-so-ive-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RoohH1NNGhI/AAAAAAAAAkw/nZWBgSLh1e8/s72-c/poster_transformers_new2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-3615882676431900421</id><published>2007-07-01T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:11:29.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ergh is right;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want more 30minute classes like the other day in Macroecons can? i am so not looking forward to tomorrow. im just not. cos i know im screwed. very screwed. why do u do this to yourself Jan, whyyyyyyyyyyy? why am i in Law, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why my stomach pain niiii. alamaaaak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-3615882676431900421?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/3615882676431900421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/3615882676431900421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/07/ergh-is-right-i-want-more-30minute.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-5471770593536771176</id><published>2007-06-30T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:46.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you and your museum of lovers;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081654737356265986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RoWqD1NNGgI/AAAAAAAAAko/LjJyTvRIQ1Y/s400/260620071477_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'Cause I still love to wash to in your old bathwater&lt;br /&gt;Love to think that you could'nt love another&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it ... you're my kind of man.&lt;br /&gt;I still love to wash in your old bathwater&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel like i could'nt love another&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it ... you're my kind of man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-5471770593536771176?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/5471770593536771176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/5471770593536771176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-and-your-museum-of-lovers-cause-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RoWqD1NNGgI/AAAAAAAAAko/LjJyTvRIQ1Y/s72-c/260620071477_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-1348282897766585484</id><published>2007-06-28T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:46.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and if i could turn back time, i would;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081067911679646194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RoOUWFNNGfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/v7hxesETVXQ/s400/280620071511_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;when i was a kid, people called me Nuruljannah. and i actually let them.&lt;br /&gt;when i was a kid, i would take 2hours to eat rice because i hated it.&lt;br /&gt;when i was a kid, i'd play soccer with my brother. i was goalkeeper and i really sucked.&lt;br /&gt;when i was a kid, i imagined myself married to Grover.&lt;br /&gt;when i was a kid, i wore shoes in the house because i didnt want my feet to get dirty.&lt;br /&gt;when i was a kid, i didnt like washing my face because i was afraid when i opened my eyes, boogeyman would appear.&lt;br /&gt;when i was a kid, i slept in between my parents.&lt;br /&gt;when i was a kid, i hit my brother on the head alot. and it felt good.&lt;br /&gt;when i was a kid, i'd tell people that besides wanting to be a good mother, i wanted to be a lawyer because i want to have a reason to wear really expensive suits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, im on that journey.&lt;br /&gt;im all grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;END.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-1348282897766585484?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/1348282897766585484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/1348282897766585484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/06/because-blood-is-thicker-than-water-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RoOUWFNNGfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/v7hxesETVXQ/s72-c/280620071511_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-2012463298146391506</id><published>2007-06-28T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:49.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it'll never rain on our parade;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080783288491907394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RoKRe1NNGUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/iPZ1h4Es_b8/s320/26062007131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080788279243905490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RoKWBVNNGdI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/YaMU0CoIPiU/s320/26062007133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080784379413600594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RoKSeVNNGVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/eEiHGAWQHM8/s320/26062007130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080785126737910114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RoKTJ1NNGWI/AAAAAAAAAjY/8ztwwRWd8IU/s320/270620071498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080785199752354162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RoKTOFNNGXI/AAAAAAAAAjg/c6XMXbn4Gdk/s320/270620071502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080785582004443522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RoKTkVNNGYI/AAAAAAAAAjo/bgaCfVjo7DE/s320/270620071507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080786045860911506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RoKT_VNNGZI/AAAAAAAAAjw/mscrqZBp6aE/s320/270620071679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080786393753262498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RoKUTlNNGaI/AAAAAAAAAj4/hUKBeybEjBc/s320/260620071483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080786917739272626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RoKUyFNNGbI/AAAAAAAAAkA/1qNeVb1DoIY/s320/260620071476.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;just got done my CSA presentation and im feeling really beat. wow 2 weeks of no school and i already feel so disconnected from it. back to the same old boring lectures, same old boring tutorials, same old same old. B O R I N G. im sick of presentations. i dont want to go up in front of the class and speak words that'll go in one ear and come out the other. and then at the end of the presentation, get a "that was much better" and a rude exit from the teacher. that just sucks major balls. it makes your self-esteem just plunge right down. damn jia lat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i drag my sorry ass to school everyday cos of these 3 girls that become my reason, my ONLY reason besides mee goreng at ITAS ofcourse (heh) for attending school. somehow with them around, i dont die in any of my class. well, maybe just APEL. really, thank God for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080791732397611490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RoKZKVNNGeI/AAAAAAAAAkY/UZm8nMGxQss/s320/270620071495.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND HAPPY 17TH BDAY MIRASHINI! LOVE KAMU LAH! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-2012463298146391506?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2012463298146391506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2012463298146391506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/06/itll-never-rain-on-our-parade-just-got.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RoKRe1NNGUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/iPZ1h4Es_b8/s72-c/26062007131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-8088516029309524170</id><published>2007-06-22T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T05:19:29.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good morning;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;in the silence of the night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;with only the sounds of the ticking of the clock &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and the rhythmic beating of my own heart as company,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i miss you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;close your eyes, you say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;clear your mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but there are always thoughts. thoughts of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;only you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;in the silence of the night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;with this empty void in my heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and the need for u to make me whole once more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i miss you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-8088516029309524170?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/8088516029309524170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/8088516029309524170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-morning-in-silence-of-night-with.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-4926089187315534415</id><published>2007-06-17T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:50.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all is fine and dandy;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to all those who cared when i fell sick. made me feel loads better in a way (: i decided to go for dance this morning thinking im all fine now. noooot a very good idea, PERIOD. but it was still fun. i miss dance like super majorlyyy. i was kinda blur at first (like i always am), but then i got the hang of it. it was de bomb ya'll. i havent perspired that much in way too long. i am so out of shape. tsk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RnQZQd1d2yI/AAAAAAAAAi4/SoxEYhEmfVc/s1600-h/Phot-0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076710450630875938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RnQZQd1d2yI/AAAAAAAAAi4/SoxEYhEmfVc/s200/Phot-0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WEDNESDAY! NATASHA TAN SHAN SHAN! i miss you bestfriend. i wna go your place and blast tap water into my mouth kae. we can do it together, video it and send it to your dearest in Perth. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-4926089187315534415?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4926089187315534415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4926089187315534415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-is-fine-and-dandy-thanks-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RnQZQd1d2yI/AAAAAAAAAi4/SoxEYhEmfVc/s72-c/Phot-0057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-8598275129750943379</id><published>2007-06-14T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T21:01:35.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;swallow me whole cos i dont want to be feeling this way;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today sucked major. i woke up thinking to myself "hell yeah, today is the day i hang out with my mom, get some gifts and also a nice new haircut." but did i get to do all of that? ofcourse not, which is precisely why today sucked major. i felt super dee nauseus in the morning. i decided to force it out of me cos i figured it'd make me feel alot better. but considering i didnt eat anything the day before, all that came out were the gastric juices. it did feel alot better, that is until i ate breakfast. that was when the shit and vomit manifest started. i actually lost count how many freaking times i went to the toilet either to shit or to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was as good as being dead the entire day. i lay in bed most of the time im not in the toilet. i gave in and finally let my mom drag me down to go to the doctor. here's the diagnosis:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have fever. 39.4degress. doctor said i have to monitor it just in case it stays at that temperature or higher over the next few days. if it does, (touch wood) i have to go and have a blood test taken for dengue. and nooooo i do not want dengue. also i have these rashes, which i dont know came from where. its caused by some chemical that circulates my bloodline and causes really huge rashes that itch like!#$$*&amp;^(($&amp;amp;^!!. doctor said i have to make sure i dont scratch cos it'll only secrete more of the damn chemical and if it spreads to my throat area, it could be fatal. and noooo i do not want to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a hug really badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-8598275129750943379?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/8598275129750943379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/8598275129750943379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/06/swallow-me-whole-cos-i-dont-want-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-8917377045902414592</id><published>2007-06-12T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:53.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wishing everyday were like this one; perfect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075115926842366562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rm5vC91d2mI/AAAAAAAAAhY/7G-SGceKobM/s320/191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075116128705829490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rm5vOt1d2nI/AAAAAAAAAhg/WK3u1VdV8uk/s320/152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we actually baked this ugly-looking, good-tasting thing. yay us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075116304799488642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rm5vY91d2oI/AAAAAAAAAho/9XYDspXVmk4/s320/153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075116510957918866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rm5vk91d2pI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ohNAHBA1TVU/s320/148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075116678461643426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rm5vut1d2qI/AAAAAAAAAh4/n0eKM3N6f_M/s320/157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075116983404321458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rm5wAd1d2rI/AAAAAAAAAiA/gUZlnkGB7lU/s320/100620071375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075117159497980610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rm5wKt1d2sI/AAAAAAAAAiI/whnfjqMxw2c/s320/204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075117404311116498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rm5wY91d2tI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/D4FNGtu_jjI/s320/174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075117636239350498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rm5wmd1d2uI/AAAAAAAAAiY/xjFsXm28HFw/s320/187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075117876757519090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rm5w0d1d2vI/AAAAAAAAAig/mXIUDGKkuhc/s320/100620071376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075118078620982018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rm5xAN1d2wI/AAAAAAAAAio/2pnDIT3LPqE/s320/172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075118224649870098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rm5xIt1d2xI/AAAAAAAAAiw/m8RhUJtMJY4/s320/159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still cant get over how awfully blessed i am to have such beautiful souls in my life- my girlfriends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-8917377045902414592?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/8917377045902414592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/8917377045902414592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/06/wishing-everyday-were-like-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/Rm5vC91d2mI/AAAAAAAAAhY/7G-SGceKobM/s72-c/191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-6184839141563921610</id><published>2007-06-05T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:53.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;posts with pictures are so much better;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it any wonder why i love Mira so much. my study buddy (: atleast we try and ITAS is just like home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072567675501009474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RmVhbN1d2kI/AAAAAAAAAhI/JM6OO6XDcrg/s320/050620071324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072567885954406994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RmVhnd1d2lI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/o4z9kvprymo/s320/050620071332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Monday will be our first trip to the Subordinate Courts. OMG OMG. do you know how freaking excited i am! gooooooosh and the frigging tests are almost over. you just have to love this feeling. yes, it rocks my kinky socks. now, what's left to do is figure out how to get our asses down to Havelock Road (i cant believe there's no transport. i mean, ARGGHH right) aaaaaaand the most important ofcourse, what to weaaaaaaarrr??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to my girly girls, Friday has GOT TO HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-6184839141563921610?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/6184839141563921610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/6184839141563921610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/06/posts-with-pictures-are-so-much-better.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RmVhbN1d2kI/AAAAAAAAAhI/JM6OO6XDcrg/s72-c/050620071324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-8523380024888929500</id><published>2007-06-03T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:29:40.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;posts without pictures are sucha bore;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;everybody, today was my first test paper. and i can honestly say that i only really studied for it hours before the paper started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tmrw, i have another test. and have i studied for it? ofcourse not. but heck, the lecture and tutorial notes are pretty easy to understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;right on Jannah. keep telling yourself that, make more excuses for your lazy-assness and your future will be as bright as the sun can possibly shine. pbfffft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now what the hell am i still doing hereeeeee!! im doing this wrong. life, that is. im doing it all. freaking. wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-8523380024888929500?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/8523380024888929500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/8523380024888929500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/06/posts-without-pictures-are-sucha-bore.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-3894746967831875793</id><published>2007-05-30T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:54.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have my say;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070375620783242082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rl2Xw1qV-2I/AAAAAAAAAg4/vLKE4rq1J-8/s320/300520071263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070375917135985522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rl2YCFqV-3I/AAAAAAAAAhA/aaI4W6eY4GU/s320/300520071267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the hightlight of my day was Hangman in Macroecons and Pictionary during lunch in ITAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no, i cannot feel anymore sad than i already am. i swear its true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-3894746967831875793?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/3894746967831875793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/3894746967831875793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-my-say-and-hightlight-of-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rl2Xw1qV-2I/AAAAAAAAAg4/vLKE4rq1J-8/s72-c/300520071263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-3904004385828705517</id><published>2007-05-30T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T00:05:06.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hush now;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;right now, i dont know. i really dont.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-3904004385828705517?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/3904004385828705517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/3904004385828705517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/05/hush-now-right-now-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-4688597415825359963</id><published>2007-05-25T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:54.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and we come tumbling down;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im tired. really really tired. this is the time when i start hoping that school never started. today was our first test : Legal Communications Skills Statutory Reading test. one word- screwed. like what the fag. it was difficult FULLSTOP. Erika, Mira, Jules and I had decided to get some studying yesterday since school ended at 1. we decided to have some delicious prata first, after which we would head somewhere to get down to business. we went to eat prata and Jules decided to go home cos she was too tired. so the three of us lalala-ed to TM to study at Starbucks. we had a little detour at Mango and all thoughts of studying just went down the drain. Mira had to leave so eventually it was down to just me and Erika. we TRIED to study. really we did, and maybe we did get some productive work done. just maybe. heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we indulge in yummy Caramel Hot Chocolate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068495490259483426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rlbpy1qV-yI/AAAAAAAAAgY/GMUlzeYyLtM/s320/240520071225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068495773727324978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RlbqDVqV-zI/AAAAAAAAAgg/sCBmvz8heY0/s320/240520071229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068496108734774082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RlbqW1qV-0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/jjRkIMSR-3A/s320/240520071224.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;on a plus side! i got to meet Haq yesterday and he came over to slack and helped me with something. thaaaaaaaaaaanks Huggies!! (: anyways, it was really nice to see him again after really really really long. it was really fun, just like the old days. AND today i met up with Pillow! whoops i call him Fauzi now. lol. yeahh we went for dinner at Eastpoint especially so i can see Bapak! (:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you all make me very very happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; me and Erika collected our shoes today. hahahahahahahahahahahahaha we were so freaking excited all. i love youu babe. Happy Belated Birthday. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068497517484047186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rlbro1qV-1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/5NGPr4Z2KdI/s320/250520071233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-4688597415825359963?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4688597415825359963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4688597415825359963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-we-come-tumbling-down-im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/Rlbpy1qV-yI/AAAAAAAAAgY/GMUlzeYyLtM/s72-c/240520071225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-5116262043029343627</id><published>2007-05-19T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:56.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because we care;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066226802634390210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rk7ab1qV-sI/AAAAAAAAAfo/VN9YWXhKv4k/s320/180520071187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Campus Care Network-&lt;br /&gt;Shereen, Mira, Jules, Erika and I have spent many hours of the past few days going to Upper Thompson Road (where Shereen stays) to bake for CCN Day. it was a whole lot of fun and kinda taxing on the last night when we realized we had too many batches of cookies and brownies for 3 people to pack. but what the heck, we got it all done anyways (: WE ROCK! you pebble -.-" i got that from camp. kentaaaaaaaaaaaaal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the day itself, everyone just got down to business. we all had something to do, a good thing. i was kinda quiet for a little while. mood swing laaaa. my blood's flowing if u know what i mean. HAHA our fondue machine was hilarious la ok cos we used the wrong kind of chocolate which was too thick. we didnt get a fountain AT ALL. we got some bubbly looking, dripping thing that made everyone that went by grimace and go,"EEEEE. LOOK SO GROSS". heart pain la please. we decided to wash it up and try it with the proper chocolate and voila! it was a fountain of chocolate. me and Erika didnt get to see it though. we had to leave halfway to attend rehearsal for Graduation Day on Monday. stupid la the rehearsal! it was a bloody waste of time, we just sat there watching the performances. the only REAL job we did was to tape plastic on the stage. yeah, that was our REAL job. go figure. nvm, on the day itself, im gna be Asst Stage Manager, chey chey.. not bad right. dont ask me though, i have no idea what my tasks are. im screwed. wee :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll leave u with pictures from CCN Day then! i didnt take that many though. no time. and Kenneth has all the other photos, he havent send me yet. boo. soon kae! awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066236393296362194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rk7jKFqV-tI/AAAAAAAAAfw/4M4sTwiNVAk/s320/180520071180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066236633814530786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rk7jYFqV-uI/AAAAAAAAAf4/pfrNzQ3Im7w/s320/180520071182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066236904397470450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rk7jn1qV-vI/AAAAAAAAAgA/2XdSTDKM_Sg/s320/180520071184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066237140620671746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rk7j1lqV-wI/AAAAAAAAAgI/iiTgyxBnPwM/s320/180520071178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066237351074069266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rk7kB1qV-xI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/nt9j0mHD_58/s320/180520071179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-5116262043029343627?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/5116262043029343627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/5116262043029343627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/05/because-we-care-campus-care-network.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/Rk7ab1qV-sI/AAAAAAAAAfo/VN9YWXhKv4k/s72-c/180520071187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-3766037146279350474</id><published>2007-05-18T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T00:02:14.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rejuvenation;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i heard the voice ive been longing to hear for so many nights. he's back (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-3766037146279350474?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/3766037146279350474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/3766037146279350474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/05/rejuvenation-tonight-i-heard-voice-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-4222282703704236359</id><published>2007-05-16T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:58.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like finally yo;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. what has been up with blogger duuuuudes. it was freaking the hell out of me everytime i wanted to blog, it came out some shit about some error. thank god everything's all jolly and well. like hohohoooo :D right, shut up janjan. (thnks Jules now u got me calling myself that.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodness me alot of things have happened please and to blog it all today will be like tootyyy. my class has gone all musical now and today, Backstreets's back. omg we're so diao -.-" i passed dance auditions :D :D :D CCN day is gna be a hit hopefully and my group kicked ass in Ferlin's LSM class, we won lunch with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;boingboing's out of field camp tmrw. (:(:(:(:(:(:(:((:(:(:(:(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss big brother too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065190190802663970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RksrpFqV-iI/AAAAAAAAAeY/hxSeS3Y9NAw/s320/070520071105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065193107085458050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RksuS1qV-oI/AAAAAAAAAfI/nOE2x-cyIAo/s320/160520071163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065194563079371410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RksvnlqV-pI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Xtf5LBiN_z4/s320/160520071167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065192441365527138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RkstsFqV-mI/AAAAAAAAAe4/MRB3JVk5cDM/s320/150520071154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065192819322649202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RksuCFqV-nI/AAAAAAAAAfA/4YAFBJDuZIo/s320/150520071159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065190693313837618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RkssGVqV-jI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Iq8bFWfKHVk/s320/07052007687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065191139990436418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RkssgVqV-kI/AAAAAAAAAeo/-TmUp8A3Gt0/s320/110520071554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065191517947558482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rkss2VqV-lI/AAAAAAAAAew/MB-ehZ-0UGk/s320/150520071149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065194971101264546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rksv_VqV-qI/AAAAAAAAAfY/IdTP2kfW_Zk/s320/starsmile0103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065195280338909874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RkswRVqV-rI/AAAAAAAAAfg/9Q-jgmbBW5I/s320/130520071142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent died kae. im still here (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-4222282703704236359?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4222282703704236359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4222282703704236359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/05/like-finally-yo-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RksrpFqV-iI/AAAAAAAAAeY/hxSeS3Y9NAw/s72-c/070520071105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-5306713901659509930</id><published>2007-05-06T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:56:59.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so violently;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061314521348987426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rj1mvb2IWiI/AAAAAAAAAdo/PLlmrYp5qhE/s320/040520071071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061315045334997554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rj1nN72IWjI/AAAAAAAAAdw/17x8IYX_sBc/s320/040520071073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061315418997152322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rj1njr2IWkI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Ji2_4MD3ROg/s320/040520071077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061315685285124690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rj1nzL2IWlI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Lqr6slsYwH4/s320/040520071078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061316041767410274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rj1oH72IWmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/TxVsoQA_knU/s320/040520071534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061316548573551218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rj1olb2IWnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/cTC5QQdXqJI/s320/040520071533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we camwhore (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay the feeling that school has finally begun JUST kicked in. very violently might i add. actually it wasnt so bad until Mr Ferlin decided to give us never-ending amounts of darn tutorials that we dont understand but absolutely MUST get done. there's no time, no freaking time to get everything done! videos, presentations, posters, cases and aaall that just for one subject needed to get done over the weekend. (???????????????) that's just madness. and to think i havent even started anything on the non-law subjects. the quizzes and the tutorials and the useless trips to the library. im doomed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;plus im gna miss my bf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;plus my mom just broke my fav cup Danial bought for my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&lt;&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat, i might as well just shoot myself. really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-5306713901659509930?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/5306713901659509930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/5306713901659509930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-violently-we-camwhore-okay-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/Rj1mvb2IWiI/AAAAAAAAAdo/PLlmrYp5qhE/s72-c/040520071071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-5090470046923342465</id><published>2007-05-05T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T00:21:16.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll talk;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAZIQ: &lt;/strong&gt;wah seeee i reply you first tau! haha boingboing is my boyfriend! hahahaha now you knoooow. yay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IRFAN: &lt;/strong&gt;hahahah irfan knows irfan knows. now haziq knows too! and yes, lectures are seriously THAT boring. look who's asking! mr-i-skipped-before!! HHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAL: &lt;/strong&gt;i talked about Starbucks for my speech. yay we're awesome (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PIAK AND HAQ: &lt;/strong&gt;i think you guys totally hate me now. i feel lousy ): im sorry really. for letting both of you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SANTO: &lt;/strong&gt;find out ah! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IYLIA: &lt;/strong&gt;haha totally. Michael Buble is soooo love (: eh liddat u have to give me up for me! hahaha (cos i pretty thing maaaaaah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATIQAH: &lt;/strong&gt;omg yes i so remember those days! we danced like maaaad right. u know i still have that neoprint we took!!!!!! the sticker! i still have it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZIHUI:&lt;/strong&gt; lol yar. u mentioned smth abt photography at ur tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRISSY: &lt;/strong&gt;u didnt recognise me whyyyyyyyyy?? eeeeeeee i was so darn excited! and ur finger looked so good thnk god! (: YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-5090470046923342465?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/5090470046923342465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/5090470046923342465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/05/ill-talk-tag-replies-here-haziq-wah.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-7319184784563619949</id><published>2007-05-02T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T23:56:32.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reasons;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a falling star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the getaway car&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the line in the sand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I go to far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the swimming pool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On an august day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you're the perfect thing to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you play it coy but it's kinda cute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh when you smile at me you know exactly what you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby don't pretend that you don't know it's true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you can see it when I look at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in this crazy life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And through these crazy times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're every line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're every word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a carousel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a wishing well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you light me up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you ring my bell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a mystery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're from outer space&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're every minute of my every day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't believe that i'm your man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I get to kiss you baby just because I can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever comes our way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll see it through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you know that's what our love can do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in this crazy life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And through these crazy times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're every line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're every word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so la la la la... la la la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So la la la la... la la la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in this crazy life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And through these crazy times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're every line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're every word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're everything...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're every song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i sing along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you're my everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So la la la la... la la la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So la la la la... la la-la-la... la-la-la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why i love my boingboing (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-7319184784563619949?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/7319184784563619949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/7319184784563619949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/05/reasons-youre-falling-star-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-2666819140027060855</id><published>2007-04-30T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:57:00.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;headbanging;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059165255289559570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RjXD_r2IWhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/8tnXUOnGquA/s200/300420071048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;lectures after a 3hour break and a satisfying lunch arent a very good idea. first part of the day was FAST. too fast that i was lost in LSM. middle half of the day was well.. insane. and the end? look at Erika. POM killed her for goodness sakes, need i say more?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RjXD_r2IWhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/8tnXUOnGquA/s1600-h/300420071048.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RjXD_r2IWhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/8tnXUOnGquA/s1600-h/300420071048.jpg"&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/8285690298781067793-2666819140027060855?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2666819140027060855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2666819140027060855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/04/headbanging-lectures-after-3hour-break.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RjXD_r2IWhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/8tnXUOnGquA/s72-c/300420071048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-4895465290105674292</id><published>2007-04-29T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:57:00.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wash away my dreams;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058790721256446466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RjRvW72IWgI/AAAAAAAAAdY/uN-5bLUYR44/s320/Image(641).jpg" border="0" /&gt;my retarded hair back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;woaah my head hurts. i didnt really get a good night sleep last night. the thunder and lightning woke me up at around 430am and i just found it impossible to get back to sleep no matter how heavy my eyelids felt. i ended up finishing up a book i had started (yay my first book of Year07) and by 7, my parents were still sound asleep while i was desperately finding something to do. i decided, heck i might as well start on my darn homework since its due tomorrow anyway. and i diligently did it like the good girl that i am. -ehem- yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my brother called soon after and i got to talk to him for a little while. i told him his Zippo was safe with me and that late nights werent the same without him. late nights are just well... quiet. and he told me how the strong wind had blown his socks away and how he had to run in the cold wind without a shirt on (because he was too lazy to wear one -.-") to find it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i showered late, like i always do and got ready to head off to Nadia's brother's wedding. Nadia is my primary school friend, who by the way, didnt recognize me. i went up to say hi and only got a confused look as a reply. i went "jannah" and finally got a slow, uncertain "ouuuuuuhh" then suddenly "OUUUUH JANNAH! OMG YOU LOOK SO DIFFERENT. SO TALL. IM FOREVER SHORT. SO FAIR. I THOUGHT CINA MANE SEHH." we got so excited seeing each other we spoke all high-pitched for about 15minutes before catching up. ahhhh i love that cute little girl, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now my head still hurts and while my parents want to head out for dinner, i just want to crash into bed and ZZZzzzZZZ. ergh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-4895465290105674292?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4895465290105674292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4895465290105674292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/04/wash-away-my-dreams-my-retarded-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RjRvW72IWgI/AAAAAAAAAdY/uN-5bLUYR44/s72-c/Image(641).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-5326175197157012159</id><published>2007-04-27T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:17:51.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;total request live;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay everybody:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HERE'S A SONG REQUEST BY MISTER HUGGIES HIMSELF. YAY (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-5326175197157012159?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/5326175197157012159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/5326175197157012159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/04/total-request-live-okay-everybody-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-1320654626200539623</id><published>2007-04-26T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:57:00.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;inspi(RED);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RjDEtb2IWeI/AAAAAAAAAdI/VpRlLWTLph0/s1600-h/06032007565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057758666385021410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RjDEtb2IWeI/AAAAAAAAAdI/VpRlLWTLph0/s200/06032007565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been so excited the entire day knowing that tomorrow i'll be in the arms of my (botak) boyfriend. but my heart was crushed when he told me earlier in the day that he reported sick, being down with fever and having his throat swollen. more than likely, i won't be able to meet him tomorrow. but im hoping for the best definitely (: yes, i miss him like crazy and more than anything, i want to see him but his health matters too and i'd rather have him rest at home than feel horrible with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i caught Idol Gives Back today. i watched it twice back to back. both times i shed tears and i found myself wishing every tear that trickled down my cheek would have some kind of value to it so that some way or another i would have contributed to help those unfortunate. it doesn't make any sense how millions of dollars have been raised and yet improvements have not been made. there were pictures shown on how the hurricane Katrina had devastated parts of America and now, two years later, most of the families are STILL living in trailers and their neighbourhods are STILL shattered and destroyed along with their dreams of ever living a normal life again. what then has the money been used for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i truly admire the children in Africa for they can still smile and find joy and comfort in each other when really, they have so little to be happy about. most without food, shelter, money, or worse, parents. little things we take for granted here, are luxuries to them. when the African Children Choir performed with Josh Groban, it was one of the most heart-warming performances i've ever seen in my life. the kids were grinning from ear to ear and i bet being there would be the highlight of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss Azfar. and im going to miss my brother. why? why National Service? ahahahaahahahha my brother trusts me with his Zippo, named Zeus (???). im honoured. i love my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-1320654626200539623?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/1320654626200539623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/1320654626200539623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/04/inspired-ive-been-so-excited-entire-day.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RjDEtb2IWeI/AAAAAAAAAdI/VpRlLWTLph0/s72-c/06032007565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-3705943552566276028</id><published>2007-04-23T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:57:01.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nostalgia;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RizFuEV159I/AAAAAAAAAdA/iVei49FwR8Y/s1600-h/26022007458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056633876860233682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RizFuEV159I/AAAAAAAAAdA/iVei49FwR8Y/s200/26022007458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RizFW0V158I/AAAAAAAAAc4/cb5xtqBPJQ4/s1600-h/08022007300.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt a great sense of loss when Zihui called just now. i havent seen her in what seems like ages. all i know is that its way too long and im in desperate need to meet her. if Friday does happen then i'll guarantee be the happiest girl alive. not only will i finally get to see my precious HuiHui, my dearest, very much missed boyfriend will be meeting me after school. i cant wait to see him even if he does decide to super glue a cap to his head (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school officially began for TP students today. no more orientations, we can finally join the paper, pen and book club again.yes, i sort of forgot what it was like to study. and study HARD for that matter. my first lecture was with a Mr Ferlin Jayatissa (omg hoped i spelled that right) and the subject was Legal Systems and Methods. he was definitely a rude awakening that poly life wasnt exactly what we expected to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG 3 HOURS OF TUTORIALS WITH HIM SHOULD BE INTERESTING.&lt;br /&gt;that man screams sarcasm. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-3705943552566276028?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/3705943552566276028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/3705943552566276028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/04/nostalgia-i-felt-great-sense-of-loss.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RizFuEV159I/AAAAAAAAAdA/iVei49FwR8Y/s72-c/26022007458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-4254494695983431925</id><published>2007-04-22T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:57:01.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're only the best ah;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056210453214390162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RitEnkV155I/AAAAAAAAAcg/8KJzt07QqA0/s320/20042007989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056211462531704754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RitFiUV157I/AAAAAAAAAcw/nocby-BZf1g/s320/20042007993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;we'll rock TP, you'll see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Business won best school. BIZ BIZ BIZ BIZ NESSSSSS! haha yeah i can really get use to my teams winning champion all the time. but this time around i wasnt as enthu as i was in FOC. mainly because i didnt have the voice and the energy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;food was definitely better. YUMMY. i didnt even go for Jam&amp;amp;Hop. im boring ah fcuk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;sooooooooooo school officially starts tomorrow. LIKE FINALLY! but no tutorials just yet except for this one subject that i just cant seem to figure out the acronym. great, i'll find out tmrw. im pretty darn excited cos ive been waiting like forever to start getting down to business. lets just hope i dont fall asleep during lectures and my enthusiasm for school will last me the entire year. hopefully, three long years. WISH ME ALL THE LUCK IN THE WORLD! (:(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its been a year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-4254494695983431925?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4254494695983431925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/4254494695983431925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/04/were-only-best-ah-well-rock-tp-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RitEnkV155I/AAAAAAAAAcg/8KJzt07QqA0/s72-c/20042007989.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-9139162731335083035</id><published>2007-04-19T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:57:02.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1L04;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055142372157286242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rid5NEV152I/AAAAAAAAAcI/lS5Ab7btP5E/s320/19042007987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055142947682903922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rid5ukV153I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hwqUuc9HtU8/s320/190420071511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055143445899110274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/Rid6LkV154I/AAAAAAAAAcY/rr1QtvIn53g/s320/DSC00493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;so yeah, these will be my classmates in poly life. for the first day of orientation for us, i can say we're pretty bonded. not as a course, but atleast a class (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;unlike ofcourse H-H-H-T-M, H-H-H-T-M, H-H-H-T-M. yalar we know who you guys are la sheesh. and when they won best diploma yadaayadaa we gooooo "WAH! SO SHOCKING! WAH! SO SHOCKING!" hahahahahahahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;okay boyfriend just called a few minutes ago. for the first time since he left for NS i actually feel like crying (eee siak ah crybaby). i need him more than anything right now cos im at my very shittiest moment coughing my brains out, with my head throbbing as if some random idiot has been hitting it with a hammer and every muscle in my body just isnt functioning at its best. and it doesnt help he isnt having much fun there either. erm duh. who likes physical torture -.-" and i feel hopeless when he says "cheer me up" and i go "but my day sucked too". 7more days baby............. hang in there! -peace sign-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;PRISSYYYY.. i miss you too! i need to pon work. gaaaaaah! love, jahjah (: HAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-9139162731335083035?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/9139162731335083035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/9139162731335083035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/04/1l04-so-yeah-these-will-be-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/Rid5NEV152I/AAAAAAAAAcI/lS5Ab7btP5E/s72-c/19042007987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-755825157785501175</id><published>2007-04-17T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:57:04.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its a sunny yellow banana day;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054061263723448306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RiOh8RlMR_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/u3piiPWX5jM/s320/16042007981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;i worked opening today with an attachment manager from OB, Suffian. yeah, i think its spelled like that x) nice guy, slack, drink, eat free fries, sang "anything you can do i can do betterrr". someone should sue Gap sia serious. that song is !*^!#$% irritating okay. i worked today feeling like shit and i got myself out of bed with great difficulty. my voice still very sexy from camp and i came down with a slight fever but it was too last minute to get a replacement, i didnt wna trouble anyone. not one customer could hear me speak without having to repeat myself, in the end i gave up at the POS and did bar -.-" macam siak. i was blur the entire day i even laughed at myself at one point. i opened a packet of sugar over the bin and poured it all out not into the cup, but into the bin itself. i know, i smart what. i took pictures cos openings are B O R I N G. the transactions were like almost an hour apart. suckyyyy. tmrw i'll rest at home watching Hindi movies and stuffing myself with Maggi until the MSG makes all my hair fall off. gerekness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054064137056569346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RiOkjhlMSAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/PGNAhMMfNQI/s320/16042007952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054065013229897746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RiOlWhlMSBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/GfoHbX-iKXE/s320/16042007954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054067332512237650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RiOndhlMSFI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Guo4GqxSO9k/s320/16042007958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054065447021594658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RiOlvxlMSCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/XFie4I4S-yA/s320/16042007983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054065992482441266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RiOmPhlMSDI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/FsuR8WTOo9U/s320/16042007982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054066546533222466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RiOmvxlMSEI/AAAAAAAAAbY/VTZMrDE-Ro8/s320/16042007959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054067938102626402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RiOoAxlMSGI/AAAAAAAAAbo/bBStVGzcw5E/s320/16042007957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054068462088636530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RiOofRlMSHI/AAAAAAAAAbw/XhL2NIeAKjc/s320/16042007967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;seeeeeee. told you i was bored. ouh now is the Summer promotion period. all banana stuffs. nice you know. mmm sedap dan lazat, YAY. but i dont like the banana java chip. its blearggghhhhh. buuuut then again i dont even like the normal java chip which is pretty popular so dont take my word for it. GO AND TRYYY :D cheyy cheyy Lido got retail already la seh. dont pray pray. very canggiiiiih (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want the bear. *hinthint!* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHA. dah enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-755825157785501175?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/755825157785501175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/755825157785501175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-sunny-yellow-banana-day-i-worked.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RiOh8RlMR_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/u3piiPWX5jM/s72-c/16042007981.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285690298781067793.post-2923232606510547283</id><published>2007-04-15T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:57:05.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO GO POWER KAISTOR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi hi hi hi hellooooo! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOC kicked ass la sia! like really. though some parts were draggy and though the food kinda sucked and though the floor was sooo hard my butt is still kinda sore and though we had to run wherever we went (i hate running la grrr. it reminds me of how badly out of shape i am. sadded), the good, fun moments made up for it all (: my GLs rocked la can. all hail GLs, all hail GLs. chey cheyyy. and when they cried after our victory, (eh ofcourse ah my empire won. KAISTOR WHAAAAT!) it kinda reminded me of those days in Winners and how i cried in front of the Sec1s. only much worse -.-" alamak paiseh moment siol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my sub-empire, Kaizer is full of psychotic retards. perfect (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouh and another thing, the sandwhich-making vending machine is so FUYOOOO. ultra coolness shit i tell you. padapap papaa im loving it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAIZER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053521729931724738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RiG3PRlMR8I/AAAAAAAAAaY/L2tQySAPxiA/s400/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053522494435903442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RiG37xlMR9I/AAAAAAAAAag/JG6270h4oG4/s400/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053523628307269602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73npTnZE10I/RiG49xlMR-I/AAAAAAAAAao/Z-5DR8IkCfI/s400/15042007945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ahhhh this song brings back days of not so long ago when i was still in the training phase of Starbucks and all i did was study study study about coffee coffee coffee. pretend to study also got (: and the mega screen at in front of the store will show the GUESS advertisement and this song will start to play. HAHA yar i bloody confident Gwen Stefani was singing this in French. its in bloody English la Jannaaaaah. i had my brain in my juboh. really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285690298781067793-2923232606510547283?l=fullof-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2923232606510547283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285690298781067793/posts/default/2923232606510547283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullof-myself.blogspot.com/2007/04/go-go-power-kaistor-hi-hi-hi-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>jnh`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_73npTnZE10I/RiG3PRlMR8I/AAAAAAAAAaY/L2tQySAPxiA/s72-c/Image052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
