<?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-526720644370007651</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:50:17.526+08:00</updated><category term='In my head.'/><category term='Memories.'/><category term='Broken.'/><category term='FVCK.'/><category term='Now how?'/><category term='Moved on.'/><category term='ALIENS.'/><category term='Adoptedson.'/><category term='Ghost Story.'/><category term='I miss you too.'/><category term='No mood.'/><category term='Tommy.'/><category term='Sick.'/><category term='Gone..'/><category term='Exams.'/><category term='Second post.'/><category term='Penyesalan..'/><category term='How?'/><category term='ILY.'/><category term='Tired.'/><category term='I&apos;m sorry.'/><category term='Reflection.'/><category term='NO LIFE.'/><category term='Silly Boy.'/><category term='Memories..'/><category term='IHY.'/><category term='Oh'/><category term='Bored Saturday.'/><category term='I hate having periods.'/><category term='Backstabber.'/><category term='i love nurul'/><category term='DIE.'/><category term='Be strong babe.'/><title type='text'>Izman Hairil</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-3961542817558823728</id><published>2011-02-26T10:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T18:25:11.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pkvo3_0-xxA/TWhlssXdaRI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/1vi9rfR3-Bo/s1600/Photo0077.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pkvo3_0-xxA/TWhlssXdaRI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/1vi9rfR3-Bo/s320/Photo0077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577819956996565266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With family's love, care and concern, even if it's a bit. It can change my life, my mind, my senses fully. Honestly, family is everything that I need. When problem strikes me, mum is always there for me. I like feeling the presence when I hugged her while crying on her shoulder. She will always comfort me with her sweet words. All I can say about my mum is, she'a a very strong mum. I'm proud to have someone like her. But it all changed when an unexpected person came to ruin our pace. Mum is not strong to overcome all those consequences yet she changed to someone who's irresponsible to take care of her own children. Seeing her everywhere I go, disappointment is all I get. And Dad had been trying his very best to prove us that he's somebody, dad made it. It's not by money or life, it's by showing his love towards us. I've been trying to understand both of my parents, but disappointment was what I will get in return every single time. When I browsed through our old family pictures where mum will always cook for us at home, will scold us for being rude, etc, I will feel so wrong for having this kind of family. But the orphanage made me realize that I still have hopes in life, I mustn't give up so easily, and I have to encourage dad for working every single day for us. It's because, even if mum can't help us, we shall prove her that we can make it without her in future. Dad knows us better, he's a responsible father. Now then I understand what's the meaning of having a perfect family tree, afterall the ups and downs me and my siblings have gone through together. And with this, I just want to elaborate something about life and family, what's the difference in having a perfect family tree and not having a perfect family tree. We can say we have a perfect family tree but the fact is, nobody's perfect. It's just the matter of wanting to make something perfect or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love, Asyuhada Roselee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-3961542817558823728?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3961542817558823728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2011/02/with-familys-love-care-and-concern-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3961542817558823728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3961542817558823728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2011/02/with-familys-love-care-and-concern-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pkvo3_0-xxA/TWhlssXdaRI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/1vi9rfR3-Bo/s72-c/Photo0077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-7575438641543500582</id><published>2011-02-09T17:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T20:25:00.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GoKizsnRVFk/TXrvUpy4xjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/7lbJqrbWXZs/s1600/cats.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GoKizsnRVFk/TXrvUpy4xjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/7lbJqrbWXZs/s320/cats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583037826174862898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit where only the tips of the waves can reach, slapping my palms at the foamy water. The sand gritty between my toes, the ties of my sun bonnet tight under my chin. Big hands scoop me high. My father's face is close, leathered and smiling, his blue eyes sharp against his tan.&lt;br /&gt;When he throws me, i laugh, safe in the knowledge that i shall be caught. My mother sits reading in a deckchair, her slender white freckled limbs neatly circled by the protective shadow of a large wooden parasol. She wears a blue sarong and matching hearscarf, from which one wild curl of auburn hair has broken free to bounce across her forehead. As i shriek, she peers over the black ridge of her sunglasses and smiles, her incquered eyelashes blinking in the glare. And now, how i wish i can bring those sweet times with my parents back again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the sun shuts down and decided not to shine, I will still have you. If we see the last day and we were forced to go for a war, I'll be fighting with you. Because i know, if I'm falling, you won't let me hit the ground. And if the boat was sinking, you won't let me drown. And because we know, it's only us against the world. For me, it's all about you. For you, it's all about me. And we don't even give a dang about nobody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, i can't count on you most of all when i really need it. It's the simple thing that you do really hurt my feelings. The more i tried, I'm starting to see it. This can't work anymore than you believe it. And how many times, i gave my heart. And how many times we fell apart? It's all useless. It's not worth it at all. The strength of Lies that is wide as the ocean, I'm just running out of wall and I wish I could look inside your mind. And i've been waiting for the day, when you realise, what we have come along all this while which will only happen once in a lifetime. You made it very clear, you made it on purpose. You made me feel so worthless, and you hurt us. And now, i feel like I'm standing outside the window, looking inside alone. You weren't there beside me anymore. How I wish, i could say hello to goodbye. Because I know, you will be gone forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-7575438641543500582?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7575438641543500582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-sit-where-only-tips-of-waves-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/7575438641543500582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/7575438641543500582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-sit-where-only-tips-of-waves-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GoKizsnRVFk/TXrvUpy4xjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/7lbJqrbWXZs/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-1893956837236709260</id><published>2011-01-24T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:18:05.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TT1Nu3vBowI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Pr0skJKqMBM/s1600/73446_1580748452877_1660654206_1344476_308671_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TT1Nu3vBowI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Pr0skJKqMBM/s320/73446_1580748452877_1660654206_1344476_308671_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565690182130311938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad, seriously. I'm a big girl now. I bet you want me to grow up and have a good future ahead. But, why are you controlling me as if i'm still a small kid? I need my own privacy and freedom too. You just won't understand if i were to tell you what's in my mind right now. My fucking CA1 is starting next week, sec 3 life is important to me. If you're going to continue with this kind of attitude, i simply can't concentrate on my studies. I swear this will be the last if i failed to pass my favourite subject. I'm gonna give up studying and prove you that i'll be at home 24/7. Doesn't it sound perfectly nice to you? You want me to be at home for like, EVERYDAY what. So be it. I'm gonna look for my own money, and lead my own life. Doesn't mean just by controlling me, i'll lead a good life ahead. It may affect my studies cause it's fucking unfair for me since i'm a grown up girl now. Be proud of me, dad. Just for once, listen to me. Believe every shits about me. I've never let you down before. My studies are good, what else do you want from me? Stop having high expectations on me. It won't bring me any further. It's just ruining my fucking life. I can't be listening to you all the time just to prove you that i love you. It doesn't mean anything at all. We need two hands to clap. You're expecting me to listen to every single thing that you said, but you don't even seem to care about my feelings. I feel like i'm not your child. You're treating me as if i'm your fucking dog. I'm your child, Roselee. Not your DOG. Sorry if this post is really hurting you. I can't let it out to you face to face, you're gonna get mad at me. No matter what happens, I'm gonna prove you that i can still lead a better life ahead eventhough i don't listen to any of your advises. I just can't, you're over reacting. I thought you would change forever. But i was wrong, you changed just for awhile. How can this be? My life couldn't be living if you keep controlling me everyday. You're my father, not someone that i should mostly respect, such as Allah. Your home, is my home too. And it's not a jail. I want to feel the environment outside too. You can't be expecting me to stay at home, staring at the wall the whole day doing nothing. Sometimes i just feel like giving up. But i can't. You're my father, and i have to respect your decisions. But, you're seriously unfair! I bet you're gonna read this post. I hope you understand what's the matter with me for not talking to you lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-1893956837236709260?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1893956837236709260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2011/01/dad-seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/1893956837236709260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/1893956837236709260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2011/01/dad-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TT1Nu3vBowI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Pr0skJKqMBM/s72-c/73446_1580748452877_1660654206_1344476_308671_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-3907514967150490330</id><published>2010-12-08T04:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T05:02:22.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TP6eiU-aiqI/AAAAAAAAAns/9o7cl3IEVcI/s1600/DSC03323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TP6eiU-aiqI/AAAAAAAAAns/9o7cl3IEVcI/s320/DSC03323.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548046103550266018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;She's just your fucking past. Why should i bring that matter up again? FML -'-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time check, it's 4.53am. And i'm still awake. So yea, i'm happy now. I don't know why. Mum got her off shift today, and i want to go out with her. Like, at last. I can go out together with her. Mum said, she'll try her very best to look for a house for us to live in peace. Yea, i love her. She's just the best mum ever. She's the strongest women i've ever met. I thanked Allah so much for bringing the best mum to me. Heh. So yes, i'm really looking forward for an outing with mum later. Insyaallah, she's not tired enough to spend the precious time with her daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chatted with NisaaShakeShakeAss just now. I feel so wrong for walking away. Eventhough we've not met for months, she still have the concern to ask about my family matter. Wah, i really love her, manx. Heh. Okay, i feel so lucky nowadays. I got the best family ever. Eventhough i always praised mum, dad is still the best too. Hehehe. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without him, who's gonna teach me more about Islam? At least, there's someone who can give me a bed time story. Heh. Dad, i bet you'll be reading my blog. Read la, read. I don't care anymore, you're expert in hacking. LOL. Kayla, i should be sleeping by now. I won't break my promises, unless you break yours. Haha, get tha point, jerk. -,-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-3907514967150490330?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3907514967150490330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/12/shes-just-your-fucking-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3907514967150490330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3907514967150490330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/12/shes-just-your-fucking-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TP6eiU-aiqI/AAAAAAAAAns/9o7cl3IEVcI/s72-c/DSC03323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-5151860883550145319</id><published>2010-12-05T08:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T08:38:42.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S87VFisLmlI/AAAAAAAAAdM/f4pkrFh2Z6A/s1600/Photo081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462537689235167826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S87VFisLmlI/AAAAAAAAAdM/f4pkrFh2Z6A/s320/Photo081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey. &lt;div&gt;I'm back, yes. :D Miss me? Heh. So yea, life's getting much more better now. Insyaallah i'll get to stay with my mum. Hehe. I can't live without her armpit smell y'know. After all the days when mum and dad have to go court again and again, i realised that i'm quite close to dad nowadays. He's been story telling me more about Islam. Now then i know how important Islam is. I feel like i'm close to Allah already. Heh. Macam paham sia Asy. -,-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm used to stay at home now, i don't loiter anymore. I will only meet certain people that's really close to me only. I don't know why. If not, i'll be rotting at home, or just sleep. Had some conflicts with Lutfil Smally before this. But, we're quite close back again now. Everything seems so good for me. Don't ask me about relationship matter, i won't answer to that question. I'm still confused. I don't know what to do just to save my relationship anymore. Feel like giving up soon. :/ Touch wood k Asy. Had a bad argument with Luv the last few days. Wah, i almost died. Like, there's no calls, no texts from him. How was i gonna live life without him on that time? He la, stupid. -,- Kayla, i don't want to bring up about that matter again. Boleh jadi gadoh lagi ngan ni anak. -'- If i'm not lazy enough, i'll update again ay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again,&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Thanks Allah, for making me smile. :')&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/526720644370007651-5151860883550145319?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5151860883550145319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5151860883550145319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5151860883550145319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S87VFisLmlI/AAAAAAAAAdM/f4pkrFh2Z6A/s72-c/Photo081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-2693750535275521596</id><published>2010-12-03T02:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T08:31:05.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TPfpFARR6XI/AAAAAAAAAnk/wPOYEbqzydM/s1600/Amansaki%2528154%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TPfpFARR6XI/AAAAAAAAAnk/wPOYEbqzydM/s320/Amansaki%2528154%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546157738311149938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'It's You and Me against the world.' That's what you said. So tell me, what's going on now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm hurt. I'm disappointed. I'm sad. I'm not strong. I can't get over it. I can't live life without you. You want it this way, i'm proving you every single thing you wrote there. I have nothing more to say, you wanted it. I have to force myself to be strong. I forced myself not to cry, cause i know you don't care. Throw all your tantrums, i can bare with it. Show your attitudes, i can take it. I will do anything just to prove you that i can live life with you even how bad you are. How you used to hurt me. I'm not giving up. Even how bad i cried. I can still survive. I swear, if you look for me one day, when the day comes, i'll never forget this incident. The way you texted me, and all. Forever and always, i'll remember it. The most hurtful moment ever since you're with me. All this while, never in my life, we quarrel, you said those things. You even have the guts to say, 'I don't want to receive any text message from you. I promise you, i won't be looking for you tonight.' For goodness sake, i was eating happily before you texted me that. Do whatever you want, i am no one to stop you. I bet you don't miss me. You don't even think of me. You're better off without me. I won't be bothering your life anymore. I just won't. Just promise me one thing, take good care of yourself. When i'm not contacting you, don't think it differently. I'm just relaxing my mind, i need time on my own. I bet you need the time on your own too. So, be it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Don't think i don't miss you. I miss you, really. When you can't sleep, hug my jacket, kiss it, shut your eyes and say my name. I promise you, you'll sleep tightly after that. If you miss me, listen to my favourite song, kiss my picture in your phone like you always do. Treat this as a lesson. I must teach you, i can't be agreeing everything, yet i'm not doing anything just to emiliorate our love. I'm sorry if it hurts you, i have to do this just to save our relationship. So yeah, remember all my advises. I'm writing everything here, cause i know. I can't text you. So, when you're free. You'll be reading this. Hope you understand bi. Ingat, aku selalu sayang kau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-2693750535275521596?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2693750535275521596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-you-and-me-against-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/2693750535275521596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/2693750535275521596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-you-and-me-against-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TPfpFARR6XI/AAAAAAAAAnk/wPOYEbqzydM/s72-c/Amansaki%2528154%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-1869537368327633621</id><published>2010-11-04T04:56:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T06:17:31.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TNhtwbGCBjI/AAAAAAAAAnc/z2W-UHnXLMk/s1600/Asy+Rlee+%27%28014%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TNhtwbGCBjI/AAAAAAAAAnc/z2W-UHnXLMk/s320/Asy+Rlee+%27%28014%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537296420526229042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You got the sweetest smile, you got the nicest voice when you sing. You're the best pillow i've ever lied on, you're the most comfortable bear that i've ever hugged. You're the strongest guy i've ever met when you carried me. There's so many things about you that made me miss you so badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We knew each other from one of your friend. Which is my worst enemy now. We started contacting each other, and we became closer as days past. After one incident, we agreed of moving on. And we did. Few months after that, you started to talk to me through MSN. I've been advising you, cheering you up since you just broke up with you ex-girlfriend. We got so close after that. After a few months, i got a new boyfriend. I didn't know that you've been waiting for me. You texted me such a long message just to say goodbye. I was stucked into two at that point of time. When i broke off with my ex-boyfriend, we talked things out. And we're together, and we lead a happy life together just for a few days. When we broke up, you came back. And we're back together again. After a few months, i let you go. I was weak in this relationship, and you didn't want to go. So we talked things out and we are still together till now. We've gone through too many ups and downs together. And now, this feeling had been playing around in my mind since last few months. We went through a lot, and i feel that i never bring any happiness into your life. I know, you tried your very best to cheer me up just now. You've been emiliorating our love that went wrong. I'm very proud of you, you're a change person now. When you said "Thank you, i know you're trying your very best to save us. You've change me, and i'm happy for you." I almost cried because i know, that's all not right. If i really change your life, you wouldn't be in this state. Seriously, i feel like letting you go. But, i need you in my life. I know i seem so desperately in love with you. But, i'm talking what is fact. You said it yourself, "Whatever it is, i need you in my life." So am i. Maybe i'm just too emotional right now. I need time, i just need time to think what have i done wrong to you all this while. I'm sorry if i treat you differently nowadays. I'll let everything out when i meet you one day. And i swear, i'm going to cry again. Okay, i feel like texting you now. I know you're asleep, but nevermind. When you're awake, you'll read my long message. Kay bye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-1869537368327633621?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1869537368327633621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-got-sweetest-smile-you-got-nicest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/1869537368327633621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/1869537368327633621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-got-sweetest-smile-you-got-nicest.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TNhtwbGCBjI/AAAAAAAAAnc/z2W-UHnXLMk/s72-c/Asy+Rlee+%27%28014%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-7246073034350474490</id><published>2010-11-03T05:22:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T04:40:46.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S8idw8rXuLI/AAAAAAAAAck/VCPNiHc8opI/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460788012434045106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S8idw8rXuLI/AAAAAAAAAck/VCPNiHc8opI/s320/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay. Guess what, i'm awake early in the morning. Just because of this two unknown creatures who keeps on pissing me off since yesterday. I've been noticing their new changes, and it's damn irritating. First, her boyfriend do sucks big time okay. And her, i know la. She don't want me to lead a dark life like hers. But, if she's more cleverer than me to think, she would have think twice before saying those craps to me. She and her pathetic boyfriend are looking for my that someone. Just to scold him vulgarities, just that huh? Awww, isn't that childish? HAHAHA, I'M LAUGHING MY ASS OFF.&lt;br /&gt;Luvv, i know that i did the wrong thing. I was stupid for doing that. And ya, it's good that she advised me, i know i'm at fault too. But, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't want outsiders to intefere my life&lt;/span&gt;. It's about me and him. Not their problem, so what should they care and even bother? Me and him, we had an argument last night. And i thought, everything's settled now.. I wanted him to get a nice nap, i wanted him to stop thinking negative things about us. He's trying to gain back the trust from you people, he even told me that he's scared that you all will damn him for what had happened. Babe, you're telling me that you and your pathetic boyfriend are advising me for making those stupid things? HELLO, think twice eh. Please la, you guys are such a pain in the neck okay. I feel like slapping his face and you, i'm giving you a nice kick on your butt. How about that? HAHA. It's your favourite thing to do kan? Fuck lah, intefering other people's life are your all time favourites. Wth, please eh. Stop intefering others when you, yourself are in the wrong too. Nak gado tu, tengok la tempat. Nak carik pasal tu, tengok keadaan. And ya, still want to look for him? TRY YOUR VERY BEST OKAY. I want to see you do karate with him in front of me and my boyfriend okay. ;) Oh ya, thanks for waking me up early in the morning. &lt;strong&gt;YOU GUYS ROCKS MY ASS OFF!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Trying to break us up, try your very best, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;suckers.&lt;/span&gt; You two are the &lt;s&gt;best&lt;/s&gt; couple i've ever met. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Okay. I've admitted everything. So, tunggu ape? Belah ayam, belah itik. Kau belah pon cantik! Kau nak menang jugak, tu kau pehy sluar dalam ah. &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/526720644370007651-7246073034350474490?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7246073034350474490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/7246073034350474490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/7246073034350474490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S8idw8rXuLI/AAAAAAAAAck/VCPNiHc8opI/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-6936523598063822687</id><published>2010-11-02T13:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T06:06:46.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S8idw8rXuLI/AAAAAAAAAck/VCPNiHc8opI/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460788012434045106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S8idw8rXuLI/AAAAAAAAAck/VCPNiHc8opI/s320/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, i'm done editing my blog. Like, at last eh? Lol, i'm freaking lazy today. And, i have to drag myself to school later. Just because of this stupid, pathetic consent form. -,- Fuck those who forced me to go. And, guess what. I'm going there alone. -,- Yeah, A L O N E. Nevermind, i'm forever alone mahhhh. :)&lt;br /&gt;Kay, these holidays are freaking bored. I get mad easily, feel like hitting my maid's head using this key board -,- They're all laughing behind me just because of a small kitten, while i'm here typing this pathetic post. If i can, i would have shouted until the 1st floor just to make them keep quiet. Gosh, boyfriend is such a pain in the neck. I got this feeling that something is not right. Look, i had the guts to wait for him when he was in school. I can't sleep, and why is he forcing me to sleep? Okay, i'm gonna admit my feelings to you one day. For what i've been thinking all this while about you. You change alott huh. Whatever eh, i don't know what to say already. GUYS WILL FOREVER BE GUYS. And now, i'm lazy to go back to that school, just to pass up this pathetic consent form. Ohya, maybe i can. :D Haha, i'll take this oppoturnity to loiter. Okay, i miss loitering okay. Wah, best! Guys, i'm gonna meet you guys later. HAHA. And, i'm gonna off my fucking phone, so that he can't contact me. Look baby, you asked for it. Haha, try me. :D PEACE OUT~&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/526720644370007651-6936523598063822687?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6936523598063822687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/okay-im-done-editing-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/6936523598063822687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/6936523598063822687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/okay-im-done-editing-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S8idw8rXuLI/AAAAAAAAAck/VCPNiHc8opI/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-4914082996139315044</id><published>2010-09-18T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T02:25:09.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TJOusrSPW-I/AAAAAAAAAmk/jvWIyKQ9PV0/s1600/59879_113747442017495_100001467207577_118874_1390960_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517946051015695330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TJOusrSPW-I/AAAAAAAAAmk/jvWIyKQ9PV0/s320/59879_113747442017495_100001467207577_118874_1390960_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, i wanna wish all my muslim friends, Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, i apologise for leaving my blog dead. Basically, Exams are around the corner. I got not time to blog, and i'm not really active in Facebook too. Hmm, friends have been asking me for out. Gosh, Yishun people, School mates, Boyfriend. Okay, boyfriend's is settled. Now, left with the Yishun people and my School mates. Inform me when you guys are comfirm about the outings okay. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ya, that day was the worst outing with Boyf ever. We had an argument when i wanna go home. :( Yeah, it was a sad story. See, i told you. Couples can't wear black together for an outing. It'll turn out badly in the end. Now, what happened? We quarrel until this limit. You almost spit on your friend's face, you punched the lift door just for no reason, etc. GOSH. I almost cried in the train alone. I texted Boyf, told him everything and my tears nearly fell. But, i tried to control it from falling. Reached home, still we never talk things out. Until the next day, we tried to talk things out. And ya, we're okay like again. YAY. :D Okay, that was the best part. Now, i missed so many lessons already. My stomach really pissed me off. Gastric pain keep on coming back, ahh. :( Went to the doctor, and i have to eat regularly. Like, after 1 to 2 hours, i have to feed some foods for my stomach. I'm sorry teachers, i can't be a good role model student for you. I'm always getting myself into trouble. Worst, i got myself into a bad conduct of attendance. Okayla, i really hope that i can make it this Monday. I can't skip anymore lessons. And ya, i want our Hari Raya picture, Boyf! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-4914082996139315044?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4914082996139315044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/09/firstly-i-wanna-wish-all-my-muslim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4914082996139315044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4914082996139315044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/09/firstly-i-wanna-wish-all-my-muslim.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TJOusrSPW-I/AAAAAAAAAmk/jvWIyKQ9PV0/s72-c/59879_113747442017495_100001467207577_118874_1390960_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-7776047078404752329</id><published>2010-09-04T20:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T02:50:34.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TJO4XqlR8_I/AAAAAAAAAms/XqUzkBg9GWU/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517956685166146546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TJO4XqlR8_I/AAAAAAAAAms/XqUzkBg9GWU/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just let bygones be bygones, why is it SO hard for you to forget about the past?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry for letting my blog dead, i was damn lazy to update it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel like deleting this stupid blog soon. CA2 Results was freaking bad. I hate it. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I flung my English from A to C, my Malay too. How saddddd. AND, i failed my CPA too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh, i really must learn and study from now onwards. And ya, Boyf told me about his results. Guess what, i was proud of him and jealouse at the same time. He passed all, i think? I must beat him for SA2, yes! I MUST STUDY HARD FROM NOW ONWARDS. Things are going smoothly nowadays, but i'm really busy with Hari Raya stuffs. I need to help dad paint the house la, whatever la. And ya, i bought my Hari Raya Kebaya already, but i still haven't buy my shoe. I don't know what kind of heels to wear this year. Hmms, i'm still thinking about it. Gonna ask dad for money and buy my Hari Raya shoe soon. I must say, family are okay now. I think? Boyfriend, kinda okay. We used to quarrelled last few days, but we're okay now. But, i hate this feeling. It's been 1 week plus, we haven't met. And i'm starting to think negative things about you.. WHY?! :( And ya, i've been scolding, letting out my temper to everyone i know nowadays. I don't know why? I tend to get mad easily, and i hate it to the max. To the girls who have been asking me about Ijahsan, just don't mention her name la, can? I don't know what's her motive of doing this. I'm tired of all this, maybe this is the only way that can make her settle everything. Let her be, i don't wanna make her annoyed. Just leave her alone, if you feels that she's ruining your life by leaving you just like that, think twice. I felt this way when she left me. But i know, Karma is me, Karma is a Bitch. Just let her do whatever she wants. Whatever it is, i have to move on. I still have more friends out there who can still support me by giving me positive advises, not only Ijahsan. I know, she's the best sister i've ever had. Still, i can't neglect my friends just because of her. I have to move on without her. Ends here then, BAI.&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/526720644370007651-7776047078404752329?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7776047078404752329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-let-bygones-be-bygones-why-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/7776047078404752329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/7776047078404752329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-let-bygones-be-bygones-why-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TJO4XqlR8_I/AAAAAAAAAms/XqUzkBg9GWU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-4400669267487093480</id><published>2010-08-22T02:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T02:39:35.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/THAZGob-d2I/AAAAAAAAAl8/0eBvCvNum30/s1600/44512_1475880671248_1660654206_1123876_6753982_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507929945998784354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/THAZGob-d2I/AAAAAAAAAl8/0eBvCvNum30/s320/44512_1475880671248_1660654206_1123876_6753982_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been coughing, sneezing and having fever since last 5 days. Gosh, when can it heal? I wanna go back school, i miss my friends, teachers, subjects. I've not been touching my school bag for so long. Same goes to my school uniform and shoes. I miss wearing those nerdy attire. I miss being nerd in school, i miss carrying my school bag. I miss sleeping in class, i miss seating beside Safura. I miss talking to Ms Vanessa using her slang english. Oh god, i miss so many things. :( I wanna go back to school, and have fun like last time. And mostly, i miss hugging Boyf. ): Now that i'm sick, i can't do all that anymore. I can't go back to school, unless i've recover from this sickness. I don't want to waste my parents money on my X-RAY. But, they forced me to go for it. They said, "&lt;strong&gt;Better be ready then sorry&lt;/strong&gt;." Yes, i know. But, isn't money more important then just wasting it on my X-RAY? Plus, i don't want Boyf to get more stress up. If he does, he'll definitely neglect on his friends, and studies. Gosh,&lt;strong&gt; i'm such a pain in the neck&lt;/strong&gt;. ): I don't know how to take care of myself. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh ya, i wanna fast. Seriously, i've not been fasting for 5 days already. I'm like one lazy pig nowadays. I'm always sleeping 24 hours. When i wake up, bath, eat my medicines, and went back to sleep. Gosh, i don't even have the appetite to eat anything. I'm getting skinny now. I've gained weight before i fell sick, and now i'm back to the old skinny me. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i take any picture of myself, and show it to my mum. She'll praise me with sweet praises. But now, when i showed her my picture, she will say, "&lt;em&gt;Nurul, you look very pale&lt;/em&gt;." Oh god, i feel like i'm not myself anymore. I wanna get well soon, i wanna have fun with my friends, boyfriend, family like last time. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-4400669267487093480?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4400669267487093480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4400669267487093480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4400669267487093480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/THAZGob-d2I/AAAAAAAAAl8/0eBvCvNum30/s72-c/44512_1475880671248_1660654206_1123876_6753982_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-4293610807115940958</id><published>2010-08-20T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T14:10:24.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TG4XaqlqobI/AAAAAAAAAl0/FlYOFFHyoaQ/s1600/41158_107796145945958_100001467207577_77071_1594459_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507365141197005234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TG4XaqlqobI/AAAAAAAAAl0/FlYOFFHyoaQ/s320/41158_107796145945958_100001467207577_77071_1594459_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been 3 days since i last stepped into Anderson Secondary School. The doctor said, "&lt;strong&gt;You're suspected of having Lungs Infection, i give you two days, if you still feel pain around your chest, you have to come back and we'll do X-RAY for you.&lt;/strong&gt;" I told Boyf about it, and i feel so guilty. I know i'm troubling him, he's damn worried. I'm so sorry for all this to happen, i didn't expect it to happen. Thanks for praying very hard, i'm trying my very best to be strong and fight this sickness. I don't want you to worry too much about me, i'm okay. I just need time to get well soon. When you texted me that long msg, i was shivering and my temperature was 38.5. I know i'm not strong, but you gave me the encouragement to stay strong. I'm very proud of you, Izman. I thought of not telling you that i was running on a high fever, but i can't go on lying. When i wake you up this morning, i told you about it, your voice changed. You told me, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't hear any bad news from you, when you told me that, how am i gonna go school? I kept thinking about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" Gosh, i feel like dying after you told me that. I feel like i'm just a useless girl, who can't take care of myself. By saying "SORRY" can make me feel a little bit ease, dear. I wanna get well soon before Hari Raya, i'm hoping that it can happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-4293610807115940958?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4293610807115940958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-been-3-days-since-i-last-stepped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4293610807115940958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4293610807115940958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-been-3-days-since-i-last-stepped.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TG4XaqlqobI/AAAAAAAAAl0/FlYOFFHyoaQ/s72-c/41158_107796145945958_100001467207577_77071_1594459_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-3657597567934323750</id><published>2010-08-07T00:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T01:07:18.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TFw9tWofn5I/AAAAAAAAAls/KFB8hCGT4q8/s1600/39474_1454028764964_1660654206_1066479_4430564_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502340694118735762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TFw9tWofn5I/AAAAAAAAAls/KFB8hCGT4q8/s320/39474_1454028764964_1660654206_1066479_4430564_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 More Days To Go, Baby. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, sorry for leaving my blog dead. Heh. Firstly, blame my fucking stupid CPU for not working well. Secondly, i'm lazy to update my pathetic blog. Thirdly, i'm busy with school stuffs. Fourthly, i feel like deleting my blog soon. I just came back from Ang Mo Kio with Ijahsan. Ohyes, Ijahsan in tha house today! Hehehe. Every Friday she'll be sleeping over at my crib. And ya, yesterday was our National Day Celebration. It was kinda fun &amp;amp; bored. School ended at around 11, met Ijahsan at Yishun. And proceeded to my crib. Reached home, still no msgs from Boyf. Kay, i was fucking pissed off with him. He used to call me every night, but it seems so different now. He don't really call me every night .__. Got to know that he's still sick. Fuck sia, saket tatawu nak bilang. Tskkkkk. But it's okay. After all our hard work eh Ijahsan? We made a song for our love ones. In the end, he called me and explained everything .__. Buat penat aku je buat lagu untok kau .__. MOVING ON. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i reach home yesterday, got to know that mum and dad had some conflicts again. Tsk, ni bapak btl pehh tak guner. Why can't you just take your responsibility as a father? And mum, you're in the wrong too. When i said, "Punce nyer korang gado, umi la." You didn't accept the fact. If he had beaten Nani in tha first place, you shouldn't have gave him a big tight slap. See, he let everything out just now. And now, we're stucked in the moment. Haiyo, i got nothing more to say to the both of you. Now then i realise, how hard to hold a responsibility as a parent. Kay la, bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-3657597567934323750?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3657597567934323750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/imma-happy-girl-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3657597567934323750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3657597567934323750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/imma-happy-girl-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TFw9tWofn5I/AAAAAAAAAls/KFB8hCGT4q8/s72-c/39474_1454028764964_1660654206_1066479_4430564_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-1651535340599517235</id><published>2010-07-27T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T23:50:39.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TE7Dh44gO6I/AAAAAAAAAlk/4VyCZLulX_0/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498547182038432674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TE7Dh44gO6I/AAAAAAAAAlk/4VyCZLulX_0/s320/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "&lt;strong&gt;Daa laa, siket2 nak gado . FENETIC SIA !&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wth, is this how you treasure your love ones&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;FUCK SIA&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, muke satu-satu stop itt. So yes, yesterday we had our 2.4 Run Napha Test at Yio Chu Kang Stadium. Boyf fetched me from Yio Chu Kang Mrt. Proceeded to Ang Mo Kio to take bus 169 home, reached home. Grandma was already at my house, wah. I miss her damn much okay. Then today, went to school as per usual. Met the rest in school, thank god that today i got no fever in school .__. Thanks to my brother for the fever. I don't like you, brother .__. Me and Safura stayed in class during recess. Hah, you know i know eh Saf? Hehe. After recess was CE Lesson. After that was Maths, but me and Safura thought that it was Art Lesson. So, we went up to 5th story while waiting for the rest. And nobody turned up.&lt;br /&gt;Safura: Skrng Maths ke Art?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh, Maths la.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, dumb sia the both of us. After all our hard work, going up the stairs until 5th story, in the end it was Maths Lesson .__. KAU UH SAF! Heh, so we ran back to class. Maths lesson was boring, and i slept like again .__. Ohya, yesterday we had our maths common test paper, i only wrote my name and fell asleep after that. Hah, ape eh Saf? GYY MATI eh? Lols, after school i headed home straight. Waited for Ijahsan's msg was like waiting for money to fall from the sky .__. Reached home, Ijahsan knocked on the door while saying, "B, MY PHONE KENE CONFISCATE! :(" Hahahaha! Okay, with her face expression eh, i can't control sia. HAH. Then, she used my phone to text her mother then her mother told her to go back to school and take her phone. So yes, me and Ijahsan went to her school and took her phone back. Lols, kene confiscate setakat brape jam jekk, ape steam sia bhy? Haha. Okayla, i'm gonna end here. BAI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-1651535340599517235?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1651535340599517235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/okay-muke-satu-satu-stop-itt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/1651535340599517235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/1651535340599517235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/okay-muke-satu-satu-stop-itt.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TE7Dh44gO6I/AAAAAAAAAlk/4VyCZLulX_0/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-5862846574786289810</id><published>2010-07-25T01:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T02:20:16.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TEss-Lhr5aI/AAAAAAAAAlc/dgNSeewFrlw/s1600/Image0140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497537216893412770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TEss-Lhr5aI/AAAAAAAAAlc/dgNSeewFrlw/s320/Image0140.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know why i tend to get mad easily nowadays. Gosh, it's really sickening.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday: School ended at 12.30. Went home straight, bath all then sleep while waiting for Boyf to finish his Takraw Training. So yes, at 5.30pm he texted then i went back to sleep. Lols, woke up at around 6.30pm and i saw Ijahsan sleeping in my living room. Hugged her then we thought of fetching my mum at her workplace. So ya, we got ready then Boyf suddenly texted, "NAK JUMPE TAK?" I was fucking pissed off with him sia. He said he got Takraw la, whatever la until we cancelled our first plan to meet him at Chua Chu Kang Sec. Then in the end, he still wanna meet me. Then me and Ijahsan went to Bukit Panjang, watched him played Takraw .__. MCM BUDAK BODOH SIA. Went home at 11.10pm. Ohya, that day eh bhy ? Hah, da mcm hindustan, i loike! Hehe. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday: Oh godddd, i hate this day. It was my bad day ever. Not gonna elaborate more about it. Maybe i'll post a proper post later. MAYBE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-5862846574786289810?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5862846574786289810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-know-why-i-tend-to-get-mad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5862846574786289810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5862846574786289810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-know-why-i-tend-to-get-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TEss-Lhr5aI/AAAAAAAAAlc/dgNSeewFrlw/s72-c/Image0140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-1124269752981037471</id><published>2010-07-19T20:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:04:01.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TERLhLm1rzI/AAAAAAAAAlU/7NIdy9sjHdg/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495600478722305842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TERLhLm1rzI/AAAAAAAAAlU/7NIdy9sjHdg/s320/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Click to enlarge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you guys can see, it's a letter from Don Casper. Haihs, i don't know what to say anymore. Cause, i never had this feeling for him. And ya, he wrote there that he'll be waiting for me and whatsoever. But for now, for what i know. I don't love him. I love my boyf, only him. I know i'm bad for walking away and treat you this way. But, i can't force myself for loving you, Don. And 2011 is a long way to go.. You can't expect me to wait for you until that kind of limit. Of course i've moved on. I've told you earlier, before you went in. I wanna let you go, and let our memories fade. You know it yourself, when i was with you. I've been talking to you about &lt;strong&gt;AMAN&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; AMAN&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;AMAN&lt;/strong&gt;. Nobody else, and now. &lt;strong&gt;Aman&lt;/strong&gt; is in my hands, and i won't let him fall. So, get tha fact right that i don't love you. I'm sorry for doing this, i know you'll be terribly hurt if i were to tell you about it. But please, understand my situation. You can't go on waiting for me, move on Don. MOVE ON~ I don't know whether i wanna reply your letter or not cause i can't say anything to you about this now.. I know you'll be extremely hurt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;Had a great day in school today, eventhough i was having a bad gastric pain. Lols, thanks to my nervous break down, i guess? So yes, everybody had been asking me about Aman, like AGAIN .__. Hah, it's proven that i'm back with him now. Lols, we talked things out already. Sanggop sia member tanyer-tanyer. Hah, i know he can't live without me. Heh, perasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Kay, BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sWgvd3NZU5o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sWgvd3NZU5o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-1124269752981037471?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1124269752981037471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/click-to-enlarge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/1124269752981037471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/1124269752981037471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/click-to-enlarge.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TERLhLm1rzI/AAAAAAAAAlU/7NIdy9sjHdg/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-5576274275016628765</id><published>2010-07-17T16:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T17:21:11.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TEFwPAEnmwI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ArUoytiwq00/s1600/Image1766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494796423388437250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TEFwPAEnmwI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ArUoytiwq00/s320/Image1766.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, "&lt;strong&gt;KLAW ITU APE YANG KAW NK, AKU TAK BLEH BUAT PAPE. TPI TAKPELA, TERIME KASE UNTK SEGALENYE..&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said it yourself, people do change. And so do YOU, and i gave up. I know i was the one who said goodbye, it was the hardest thing to do.. But, you asked for it. If you didn't change in the first place, i won't have gave up on you and ended our relationship. I know i'm not strong enough now, i'm much more different than last time. I need the time to talk to you, but you refused to. So yes, this is the only way to stop all my hurts. I'm done with you, for what i know, i've done my part. It's you who changed the pace, so deal with it. I got nothing more to say about you. I was fucking dissapointed when you totally change to the new you. Started to contact your ex's whom i know. You don't even call me, you used to call me EVERY night. Now, tell me. What's going on? I got so many things to tell you, i thought of meeting you today. But, i can't handle with it already. On 160710, i have to say my last goodbyes to you. So, i'm not expecting you to come back cause i want to move on. Remember, the first time we broke, you came back. The second time, you came back too. And now, i don't expect anything from you anymore. People had been asking me about you, i actually smiled and walked away and not replying to their questions. They have been asking about US, i ignored them. I don't want them to know that you've changed and i gave up on you. But, it's proven now. I can't control my tears anymore, i have to tell them the truth. So yes, it's like &lt;strong&gt;THE WHOLE WORLD&lt;/strong&gt; knew about it already. Thanks to all my friends for giving me the encouragement to survive. If not, i may have commited suicide already. Now, after i left you. Don't think that i've forgotten everything about you. &lt;em&gt;To be frank, i still need you. I still miss you, i still love you&lt;/em&gt;. I still need all that, but i didn't show it. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The dress that you gave me, it's still in my hand. I thought of giving it back to you, but due to i still love you, i'm keeping it as a memory. Your 3rd Monthsary letter, it's still in my wallet. Our pictures, it's still in my phone memory. Look, &lt;strong&gt;i still love you okay&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I'm just hurt when you changed to the new you. Get this in mind, i hope you can treat this as a lesson for you. To be truthful, i can't move on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3yDi_mv2WQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3yDi_mv2WQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-5576274275016628765?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5576274275016628765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/he-said-klaw-itu-ape-yang-kaw-nk-aku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5576274275016628765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5576274275016628765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/he-said-klaw-itu-ape-yang-kaw-nk-aku.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TEFwPAEnmwI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ArUoytiwq00/s72-c/Image1766.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-1527216146476657043</id><published>2010-07-15T18:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T19:35:07.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TD7oEgP4G7I/AAAAAAAAAlE/Jt4BMyOk4kM/s1600/36927_1428888616476_1660654206_1006405_6868959_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494083759512230834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TD7oEgP4G7I/AAAAAAAAAlE/Jt4BMyOk4kM/s320/36927_1428888616476_1660654206_1006405_6868959_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my very best to ameliorate our love that went wrong, dear. For once, don't jump into conclusions just like that. I know i'm at fault. Still, we have ways to settle it. Why is it so hard for us get along together now-a-days? I miss you, i miss those sweet moments with you. Why you treat me so cold nowadays? Maybe i'm to blame for your new changes. It was not what i expected to see from you. It's been 3 months 4 days baby, and you're changing. Remember what you said, "&lt;strong&gt;WALAO APE PON, KITER KENE MELUAHKAN. YOUR PROBLEM IS MY PROBLEM&lt;/strong&gt;." Remember bhy? If i did any wrong, why can't you just tell me the truth? You kept quiet and you're changing to the new you, which is so sudden. I still can't accept tha fact that this is happening now.. Yesterday, when you sent me those messages. You apologised for being harsh towards me, but today you're repeating the same mistakes again. I've been trying my very best to save our relationship baby, though i'm not strong enough. But, like i said, "&lt;em&gt;I'LL FIGHT FOR THE LOVE ONES, NO MATTER WHAT&lt;/em&gt;." You said, we can make it this time. So tell me, why am i in tears now? Why baby, why? If i were to play with your feelings, think back dear. You had me at hello, and we lead our own life together. I miss those days, when we're stucked at the Checkpoint and whatsoever. Yes, i miss you.. But, why can't you just give me the time to explain everything? You jump into conclusions just like that. We used to quarrel over small things nowadays.. It's hard to understand our situation now, it's getting worser and worser as days past. Hold on baby, meet me very soon. We really need to talk things out and settle this problem. I don't know what else to do just to save our relationship. I've been too patient with you, but there's a limit to it. Remember, you're my everything and i'm gonna pray for the best okay. Lots of love, Asyuhada.&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/526720644370007651-1527216146476657043?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1527216146476657043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-is-it-so-hard-for-us-get-along.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/1527216146476657043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/1527216146476657043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-is-it-so-hard-for-us-get-along.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TD7oEgP4G7I/AAAAAAAAAlE/Jt4BMyOk4kM/s72-c/36927_1428888616476_1660654206_1006405_6868959_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-7580534597063467908</id><published>2010-07-11T02:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T02:55:19.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i1036.photobucket.com/albums/a447/asyjepon/34375_133142503382365_1000005984830.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TDi7VbIaoLI/AAAAAAAAAk0/l-BCQc3kMYk/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 51px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492345722313023666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TDi7VbIaoLI/AAAAAAAAAk0/l-BCQc3kMYk/s320/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; Oh Izman Hairil. Happy 3rd Monthsary baby. Hehe, you're the best damn boy in the whole wide world. You're my life saver. Without you, who's gonna nag at me? Who's gonna comfort me when i'm down? Who's gonna make me smile everyday cus of your jokes. Ape eh, "Oh a'ah monyet eh?" Lols, yes baby. We can make it this time, 110410 till eternity okay. :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sJN1n8OifPA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sJN1n8OifPA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-7580534597063467908?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7580534597063467908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-izman-hairil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/7580534597063467908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/7580534597063467908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-izman-hairil.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TDi7VbIaoLI/AAAAAAAAAk0/l-BCQc3kMYk/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-526345856665151412</id><published>2010-07-10T05:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T02:46:24.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i1036.photobucket.com/albums/a447/asyjepon/Image1627.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sit where only the tips of the waves can reach, slapping my palms at the foamy water. The sand gritty between my toes, the ties of my sun bonnet tight under my chin. Big hands scoop me high. My father's face is close, leathered and smiling, his blue eyes sharp against his tan.&lt;br /&gt;When he throws me i laugh, safe in the knowledge that i shall be caught. My mother sits reading in a deckchair, her slender white freckled limbs neatly circled by the protective shadow of a large wooden parasol. She wears a blue sarong and matching hearscarf, from which one wild curl of auburn hair has broken free to bounce accross her forehead. As i shriek, she peers over the black ridge of her sunglasses and smiles, her incquered eyelashes blinking in the glare. And now, how i wish i can bring those sweet times with my parents back again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Thanks to Boyf for making me fresh awake in the morning. Went to school as per normal. Met the rest at Parade Square as there was a flag raising. Lessons was as usual, almost slept in class. But, i tried controlling my eyes. School ended early, went home straight as my leg was really swollen. Thanks to dad's new changes, he don't let sister pick me up. I wanted sister to pick me up from Yishun Mrt and fetch me home cause i can't walk properly. Hmms, thanks alot dad. Reached home, slept until 7.00pm plus. Woke up, on the phone with Boyf and that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Woke up at 4.00pm in the afternoon. Due to Boyf's call, kalo taq eh. Asyuhada maseh nga tito kott? Hmms, planned to meet up at Marsiling as he wanna play pool. Then, met him at Marsiling MRT. Took bus 950 with his friends, Haqqul and Norman. Guess what, thanks to one of them. We took the wrong bus. We stopped at Woodlands Checkpoint. Habes satu-satu kene tarek~ .__. Afer that, we ate then off to Yishun. Epul wanted to meet Boyf, adela hal dorang sendirik. Talked already, Boyf accompanied me home then he went home. And ya, he texted me after he left. "Kemas bag tadi, SKRG." When i looked inside, found one letter. Hehe, sweet la kau. :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, idk what's with me now. My scalp infection is back, when i ate antibiotics, i'll throw everything out~ Gosh, what's the matter with me sia? Ape penyaket sia aku. Mcm nak mati jekk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-526345856665151412?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/526345856665151412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-sit-where-only-tips-of-waves-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/526345856665151412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/526345856665151412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-sit-where-only-tips-of-waves-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-2676664036993287730</id><published>2010-07-06T20:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:36:57.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TDMbaTeR-mI/AAAAAAAAAks/a1U6j6vNpjk/s1600/06072010489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490762509412596322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TDMbaTeR-mI/AAAAAAAAAks/a1U6j6vNpjk/s320/06072010489.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;br /&gt;School started, and i was superb lazy. Almost woke up late just now, gosh. Thanks to my maid, for waking up late ._____.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, met Safura at Ang Mo Kio MRT. Went school together, ohya. We bought chocolates! :) Thanks babe, for the treat~ Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson started, i paid attention on English, but when it comes to Maths lesson, mcm nak nazak pat situ .__. After Maths was Music. Hehehe, i don't know what's with Ms Lao today. She let us enjoy ourselves as next week, we're gonna sit for our Music CA2 test already. So fast sia~ After Music was Science, so yes. Guess what, i've been day dreaming and thinking of my problem. Mr Lim had been asking me, "Asyuhada, are you in this topic?" :(&lt;br /&gt;After school, met V Jay, Ijahsan, Epul, Nana Ciner and tha rest. Thanks to Safura, V Jay and Epul for helping me with my problem. Haihs, ade mak bapak mcm takde. Fuuuuuuuuuuck laa !&lt;br /&gt;So yes, reached home. Went down, met Fifie Satsat, Syimah Shawtee, Apit Baron Bros and the rest too. And ya, after that me and Safura went to Northpoint to look for a perfect shirt for Boyf. :) Hehehe, sweet kan Asyuhada?&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, BAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And ya, i loveeeeeee this video okay! Hehehe. :D Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1eSQEDp8n8g"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1eSQEDp8n8g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-2676664036993287730?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2676664036993287730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/2676664036993287730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/2676664036993287730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TDMbaTeR-mI/AAAAAAAAAks/a1U6j6vNpjk/s72-c/06072010489.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-8445051776916544663</id><published>2010-07-04T00:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T22:47:36.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TC9peYordQI/AAAAAAAAAkc/o--7vN1ubhU/s1600/asy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489722441517987074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TC9peYordQI/AAAAAAAAAkc/o--7vN1ubhU/s320/asy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had an argument with boyf yesterday. Hmms, i waited and waited for his calls and msges sia. I slept at 5.30am and woke up @ 8.00am. All thanks to him~ CAREK PON TIDAK .__. Saket hati, bylang siang-siang la , kate naq kene LUAHKAN. Whatever la, then Safura called. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Hello, sape ny?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Safura: Saf la, bus tinggalkan aku sia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Omg? Then how?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Safura: Uhm, ku pyy umaa kau lehy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: EHSAI. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ya, she came to my crib again yesterday! Hehehe, brought mum to Buket Panjang. Hehehe, camwore with Safura. Pictures will be uploaded soon at Facebook. Reached Yishun at 7.00pm. Sent Safura to Yishun Mrt Station, then me and mum went home. Reached home, boyf called. Hmms, tawu pon raser bersalah .__.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, met him after that. Hehehe, thank you so much for the dress and chocolate baby. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today: Hmms, nothing much happened today. I slept at 1.00am after receiving a call from Boyf, talked craps as i was damn sleepy already. Then, woke up 2.00pm plus. Texted Boyf then off to lala land again. Hehehe, he called then i went back to sleep again. Okay, i sound like one lazy pig sia~ Woke up @ 5.30pm, called him back then watched teve, bathed, eat. And here i am. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND, I'M PISSED OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;● ιJαhsαи ● gέяℓ נερ● - Sembrg uh jacko. says:&lt;br /&gt;she sid , kalu btol u tk receive any msg, asl tktau nk msg hr or vj ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nurul.asyuhada.roselee. says:&lt;br /&gt;How should i know that you're celebrating your birthday? They didn't even tell me that they're celebrating, sumer diamkan diri. How should i know?! Even VJ, he doesnt even bother to msg me and tell me about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now, you're saying i'm at fault? I swear, i didn't even receive any msges from her. And ya, VJ doesn't even bother to msg me just to tell me about it. And now, i feel SO FUCKING bad for not attending your birthday party. If they really wants me to be there at your birthday party, why didn't they told me earlier? The day before your birthday? They don't bother to text me at all. GOSH, SUCH A PAIN IN THE NECK SIA. Much dissapointment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-8445051776916544663?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8445051776916544663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/8445051776916544663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/8445051776916544663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TC9peYordQI/AAAAAAAAAkc/o--7vN1ubhU/s72-c/asy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-4376993040747236941</id><published>2010-07-02T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T21:57:05.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TC3n0aj-o_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/cNj6GA1ATA4/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 89px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489298408503944178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TC3n0aj-o_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/cNj6GA1ATA4/s320/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I don't like how you treat me now-a-days.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to get mad easily this few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back people! Miss me right? Hehehe. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been very busy with school stuffs nowadays. And i got no time to update my dead blog. Hmms, i've been meeting Ijahsan &amp;amp; V Jay last few days. Oh ya, with Safura too. :) Guess what, Safura is getting more closer to my mum now. Hah hah, kan ku da kate. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now in school, i didn't talk alott. Hmms, had some arguments with Nunusiao. Still not settle yet, nevermind. Must be patient, right? Kay, then during mother tongue lesson. Cikgu Esfan was lecturing us about the 4W and 1H. But, in malay version. Then, i was damn sleepy. I can't control my eyes already, i accidentally fell asleep then my book fell. Omg, Cikgu Esfan was right in front of me when it happened. He was like, "Ape Asyuhada? Ngantok ke? Awak tertido eh?" And i said, "Huh? Takdela, mate saye gatal tadi. Beh sayer garok sampai buku terjatoh." Kay, sumpa malu! Bla bla, after school went home straight. Talked things out with mum about something. Then, fell asleep beside mum. Heh. And ya, sorry boyf for making you damn worried. Hehe. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-4376993040747236941?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4376993040747236941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/whatever-kay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4376993040747236941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4376993040747236941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/whatever-kay.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TC3n0aj-o_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/cNj6GA1ATA4/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-8639817614429620774</id><published>2010-06-28T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:59:53.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TCiZKJa3jQI/AAAAAAAAAkM/i_earBr88Qw/s1600/asy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487804545557302530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TCiZKJa3jQI/AAAAAAAAAkM/i_earBr88Qw/s320/asy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a long time i MIA-ed. Lols, i've been so busy during the last few days of holidays. Gosh, because of my nephew's wedding yesterday, i didn't attend school today. Superb tired sia~ Okay, on Friday. Me and sister went to mum's workplace late at night. I think it was around 11.oopm plus like that. Then we accompanied mum until the next morning. We didn't sleep somemore, gosh. Went home at around 8.00am. Still, can't sleep cause dad was around. Had some minor problems with sister when i forced her to accompany me go Tampines. She kept on saying, "&lt;strong&gt;I DON'T WANNA GO. I HAVE GASTRIC PAIN, YOU FOLLOW YOUR DAD. I DON'T WANNA GO&lt;/strong&gt;." So yes, i ignored her then went off. When i reached Tampines, i got to know that she went out with mum. Ohmy, such a pain in the neck sia ny pompan. I straight away called her and we fought. Bla bla, that night she came over and talked to me and we're okay back. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, stayed over at Tampines. Still, never sleep. Helped things out with dad all. I only got to sleep for 4 hours like that. Thanks to boyf for giving me 12 missed calls just to wake me up. Lols~ Woke up at 8.00am, helped them with the foods and all. Went down and up, up then down back. Reached home at 11.00pm plus, and i was superb tired. So ya, mum said no need go school today. And ya, i didn't. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, woke up @ 11.00am. Thanks to NisaaShakeShake for waking me up! :) Bathed all, then met her at under my block. Talked here and there then accompanied her to Northpoint. Hehehe, best eh bhy? Lols, i TOOK something at Watson, not STEAL. Hehehe. Then, met V Jay at Northpoint, went to Padang Fandi to meet Ijahsan after that. Oh, she was with Aiai Baby. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we proceeded to my house and walaaa~ I fell asleep, like so sudden. When i woke up due to boyf's msg saying, "&lt;strong&gt;TAK DPT, PENAT SEY&lt;/strong&gt;." i saw NanaCiner downstairs. Ape lagi, Asyuhada turon loh. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amelina Smallgirl was there too. Then, they went home. And here i am. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And ya, to whom it may concern:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taqmu menyusahkan orang laen carek kau eh. Hehehe, famous sangat la kau, i like! :)&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/526720644370007651-8639817614429620774?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8639817614429620774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/8639817614429620774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/8639817614429620774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TCiZKJa3jQI/AAAAAAAAAkM/i_earBr88Qw/s72-c/asy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-4621954074837937531</id><published>2010-06-24T20:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T21:23:51.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TCNMOTPoINI/AAAAAAAAAkE/rSCVKsCkcco/s1600/24062010411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486312579635093714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TCNMOTPoINI/AAAAAAAAAkE/rSCVKsCkcco/s320/24062010411.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- A moment like this. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm baaaaaaack, jackos'! Miss me, right? Heh. Say you miss me! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, today Ijahsan came to Singapore just to meet her 2nd Family. Awww-ness la kan. Hehehe. Then, met her @ Yishun Mrt in the morning. Fetched her from there, then slacked at my crib for awhile. V Jay, NanaCiner, Epul, me and Ijahsan were happily slacking then Lutfil Smally wanted to meet Ijahsan together with Yuyun Barney. Hehe, we don't know what's the matter with us today. We make over ourselves as if we wanna go out of Yishun. Hah hah hah. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So jyeahs, me and Ijahsan went to Northpoint to meet Yuyun Barney, then we proceeded to 219. Slacked with Celeste Baby, Syimah Shawtee &amp;amp; Fifie Sat Sat. Okay, i seriously hate this part. Dad called like all of a sudden. Gahhhh, i thought it was boyf cause he promised me that he'll call me when he woke up. Hmms, &lt;strong&gt;MEMUNGKIRI JANJI EH&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, me and NanaCiner went home straight after receiving that pathetic call from dad. Talked to mum about it, guess what. Hah, i really appreciate that i have a great mother like my mum. :D She called dad and she started to scold vulgarities just to save my life. Hah, you're really my lifesaver, mum. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, then Asyuhada da kene tipu la kan. Berjiwang jap pat bilek maq, pastu tetito. Da, bai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oops, someone's not happy with our clique babes. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*insertname*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your song same with Sarah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Omg, thanks alott for the info eh? Still, does it bother you? Hah hah hah, satisfied enough now? BAI. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-4621954074837937531?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4621954074837937531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/moment-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4621954074837937531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4621954074837937531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/moment-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TCNMOTPoINI/AAAAAAAAAkE/rSCVKsCkcco/s72-c/24062010411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-5926596595323039778</id><published>2010-06-21T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:49:02.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love nurul'/><title type='text'>`IJAHSAN flower [:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TB9s-m42zcI/AAAAAAAAAj8/cHMVD4jlpZQ/s1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 392px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TB9s-m42zcI/AAAAAAAAAj8/cHMVD4jlpZQ/s320/untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485222694007262658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sawadikap~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koranq mesty tawuq lah saperh ny. Saperh lagyq yq beryq salam bahase Thailand qan?&lt;br /&gt;Yes beybehs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IJAHSAN IS IN TH' HOUSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for th' header name. I got alot of name sia. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ijahsan-shine&lt;/span&gt; lah,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Ijahsan-flower&lt;/span&gt; lahh. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Okayh perh? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I here? Why ? Cause aperh lagyq. Ni Asy-Jepon very malas lahh Nak update, aperh lagyq.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe ^^&lt;br /&gt;So what to talk about uhs? Kayh. I badly want to meet this lazybum. I miss her so much sia -.-&lt;br /&gt;Serious-ly sia.&lt;br /&gt;Nak tido tak lena, nak makan tk berselera, nak mandi tak basah, nak berak pon tak terkluar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NYETT !~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She say nak call my papa tau, tapy tak kol-kol. School is starting next week. I doubt I can ever meet her again :'(&lt;br /&gt;Bie, please make it work this time ! Kalaw jadyq besok, Im goiong to maen air ngn family members.&lt;br /&gt;:DDDComfirm gerek boh? Hahs. Kayh what to say about this girl ehs. Let me type down a few memories I can remember uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I remember, th' first time I met her was at Padang fendy. Don was there. Then he told me that she's th' girl he love. Then I keep saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Wah lawar lawar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, not so close at first. After that day Don kena rejected or smthg by her. Then he desparate-ly ask me to help him talk to her. So I msg2 lorh. Then from there, tibe2 one big happy family [:&lt;br /&gt;She's the best tawuk. She like to laugh alot.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know that will always stay in our minds is that time when I slept over her house.&lt;br /&gt;We went to fetch Umi at her workplace. Then on the way to Yishun Macdonalds, we saw this bangla. Well actually not I saw lah. Is she saw. Then I walk behind her than tibe2 she puseng than ketawer2 like one gila nyonya. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;Then she hold my shoulder than talk like org asthma &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Byi byi tngk byi ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;" aper byi? gila ka?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I say that bangla. Doing somesort of power ranger sign. I dont know wad sign siaa. Like ultra-man pon aderh. Entah ehs? Wait I check google, see got any pictures like him or not. :D&lt;br /&gt;brb !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*checking checking. lalala~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TB9sPQmHQVI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Fa59IUCpljU/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 429px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TB9sPQmHQVI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Fa59IUCpljU/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485221880569217362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup ! that's it. The bangla was doing that pose. *points up*&lt;br /&gt;A merdeka power ranger thingy pose. Kayh random I know :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love Nurul Asyuhada Binte Roslee :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I end here then. Bie, please please try to make it for tomorrow. Kalau tak tomorrow, thursday lah can ? Haish. School is starting. I want hear all your stories bie.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-5926596595323039778?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5926596595323039778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/ijahsan-flower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5926596595323039778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5926596595323039778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/ijahsan-flower.html' title='`IJAHSAN flower [:'/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TB9s-m42zcI/AAAAAAAAAj8/cHMVD4jlpZQ/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-7480815809734235920</id><published>2010-06-21T06:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:54:00.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TB6cSCyNUxI/AAAAAAAAAjs/X0dkKI2eJCE/s1600/Image1538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484993229982880530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TB6cSCyNUxI/AAAAAAAAAjs/X0dkKI2eJCE/s320/Image1538.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time check: 6.55am and i'm still awake. Lols, i miss boyf. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that's so random. See, make sure you top up your fucking prepaid faster! I'm done living without your sweet msgs everyday. Awww. So sweet of Asyuhada, kan? kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol. So ya, yesterday went to Junction 8 with, Epul, mum and Kirin. Hehe, got one part when i wanted "something". Then, mum ignored me. I was damn pissed, ignored mum and looked for Kirin &amp;amp; Epul. Went to them, i burst into tears. Lols, they was like, "Ape kau nak? Meh sini, aku belykan." Hah hah hah, baek sunggoh dorang! Hehe, complaint to boyf. Also no use, he sided mum. Whatever la kau! Heh. Oh look, he said that i'm behaving like a small kid .__.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay, bla. Then, me and sister was looking for a perfect shirt for boyf. Gosh, 20 more days to 3 monthsary. Okay, that's so fast. I need money now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOVING ON- Reached home at around 10pm plus then dad was around. Gosh, mum bought a new handphone for herself, but when i wanted "something", she ignored me. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;: I was supposed to go to Changi Beach, got family gathering la kan. But, i was lazy. Somemore, mum wanted me to sleep over at grandma's crib. Lols, reached grandma's crib, nenek was super cute okay! Heheh, i asked her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Nek, nak gi ane?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma: Hah? Nak carik kobes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me &amp;amp; Sister: O.o?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, okay. I asked grandma where she wanna go, then she said she wanna look for cabbage at the middle of the night. Lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, just a simple post. I'M LAZY. Bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formspring's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ehemehem, testing! you love me? hehehe :D - Aiai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Heheh, of course i do baby. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE NURUL AYUHADA BINTE ROSLEE . from, Shaliza Binte Mohd Amran&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Lols, okay. That's not a question, that's a comment. Thanks btw, lols. I love Ijahsan more!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-7480815809734235920?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7480815809734235920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/7480815809734235920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/7480815809734235920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TB6cSCyNUxI/AAAAAAAAAjs/X0dkKI2eJCE/s72-c/Image1538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-4830045817438025919</id><published>2010-06-17T23:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:38:01.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TBo76oNRp_I/AAAAAAAAAjk/ieKVMQyGxfU/s1600/DSC00432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483761374688552946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TBo76oNRp_I/AAAAAAAAAjk/ieKVMQyGxfU/s320/DSC00432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said, "&lt;em&gt;Happy Fathers' Day. Kahy, Nurul tatawu byler Fathers' Day. Tetap, skrng musem Fathers' Day. Heh, eventhough i'm not that close to you like how i'm close to umyi now, still you're the best father that i've ever had. Lols, take good care of yourself. Don't think too much of umyi, i'll try my very very best to talk to her. Nurul sayaaang abah ok! Noone can replace a father like you. Yes, you! :D&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said, "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Many2 thank you and hope that all of you can prove to your cousins that you can make it even if we've seperated. Prove them that it doesn't effect all of you. Life still have to go on &amp;amp; strive for the best no matter what. Thank you, and i love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father really made me cried today. Gosh, his words really made me regret for whatever i've done to him. Haihs, how i wish we could just turn back the time and lead a happy family like last time. Okay, MOVING ON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today slept at 7.30am in the morning. I thought of not sleeping, still i slept in the end .__. Woke up @ 12.00 noon and guess what, i was late for Ijahsan's daughter's birthday party. So ya, got ready and went out. Went to Padang Fandi and cutted the cake. After a while, i went to Epul's house. Then i went home at around 4.00pm. Reached home, slept until 6.30pm then NanaCiner, Alex Nipple and V Jay came. Hah, chat here and there then i went to Epul's house again. While on the way to Epul's house, saw Ayuki 770 and Apit Baron Bros. Hah, msg jugak eh, Ayu? :D And ya, here i am. Gah, when i read back the msg that dad sent me just now, made me wanna cry again. I MUST TELL MUM ABOUT IT. But, it's too late cause tomorrow is the day. Haaaaaaaihs~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday: I woke up @ 1.oopm in the afternoon. Thanks to dad for waking me and sister up .__. I was damn tired and still sleepy, so yah. I went to mum's room and slept again. Heheh, woke up @ around 3.00pm plus like that. Then, at around 6.00pm we went out. Me, sister &amp;amp; mum went to market to buy ingredients for Ijahsan's daughter's birthday cake. Lols, met V Jay, Irfan &amp;amp; Epul when we're on the way back home. V Jay can't go up, mum don't let him see the cake. Hah hah hah, ape naseb la kau. So yes, i went up and down just to accompany V Jay and Irfan downstairs. Lols, Ex Boyf wanted to meet me cause he wanted to borrow my earpiece. So ya, i lended him. Thanks for the day, Izman. Ohya, soon kay, soon~ Hehe. V Jay went home, and i fetched Ex Boyf from NorthPoint. Walked here and there then we went to my block. Slacked for awhile then he went off @ 11.15pm. Heh, thank you so much. You came here alone, just to meet me. Lols, kau peh cyte Izman? HAH HAH, okay. That's all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ohya, i was damn thrilled when Sheereen called. Hah, i was pissed in the first place. Thanks eh LP. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sheereen: Hello.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Hello? Who you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sheereen: Your stalker. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Eh, cibai. Seriously, it's not funny. WHO THE HECK ARE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sheereen: SHEEREEN LA! Hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: WTH? .__.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, and there goes our convo. Lols, i miss miss her very much. :( Hope you can make it tomorrow baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OKAY, BYE.&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/526720644370007651-4830045817438025919?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4830045817438025919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-said-happy-fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4830045817438025919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4830045817438025919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-said-happy-fathers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TBo76oNRp_I/AAAAAAAAAjk/ieKVMQyGxfU/s72-c/DSC00432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-7845837598365773218</id><published>2010-06-15T23:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T04:34:32.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TBehSOpdQeI/AAAAAAAAAjU/V-nqX4K_JNc/s1600/Photo1022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483028405888565730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TBehSOpdQeI/AAAAAAAAAjU/V-nqX4K_JNc/s320/Photo1022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Some people might think i'm crazy for not moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;How V Jay? I've walked the wrong way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 1.30pm in the afternoon. And ya, guess what. When i turned on my handphone, i received 15 messages. 14 messages was from Syafiq Kechyk and 1 message from Ex Boyf. When i read his msg, i was like, "&lt;strong&gt;Hari Rayer ke niary?&lt;/strong&gt;" Guess what he texted,&lt;br /&gt;he said,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Selamat hari raye kepade kwn2 ku , musoh ku , binatang2 ku . Hari yg bahagia ini , adalah utk memaafi dose telah kter buat . Maaf zahir dan batin kepade mu , insan yg tersayang&lt;/span&gt; ._____.&lt;/em&gt; Thanks for making me fresh awake when i read that msg .__. Lols, you should know why i didn't reply your msg. I was in my dreamland, if you're not stupid enough to think. So yes, told mum about it then she said, "&lt;em&gt;Ahh, suaa terang niary bkn hari rayer, untok dhe jekk la tu. Kau nak pikehy-pikehy lagi buat ape?&lt;/em&gt;" Lols, then i saw Nana Ciner came and hugged Kirin .__.&lt;br /&gt;Mum was talking halfway to me then i walked off. Hah, sorry~ :) Nana Ciner was with V Jay &amp;amp; Lutfil Smally. Awww bhy, i'm sorry to hear that Zul Ciner's in. Pray for the best bhy, he'll be okay in there. Then, V Jay accompanied me to NorthPoint since i wanted to buy ear sticks. Reached home, was laughing like there's no tomorrow with V Jay. After that, Syafiq Kechyk wanted to meet. So ya, met him FOR AWHILE only. He was with, Zul, Zul's girlfriend and Dino. Ohya V Jay, someone is jealous when i sat beside you just now. HAH HAH HAH. :D Kay, whatever. Kau jealous, kau peh pasal. I told you, I'M NOT INTO RELATIONSHIP NOW. Tak paham-paham jugak, kan? Pfft!&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed off at that time, but i didn't show it. V Jay and Nana Ciner brought me to NorthPoint because they wanted to take guitar from Ijahsan. Reached NorthPoint MacD', i hugged Ijahsan like one mad girl .__.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, i miss her very very much seh. And and, hope that i can celebrate her daughter's birthday together on this Thursday, praying very hard ny. Lols, went home after that. Talked to V Jay, Nana Ciner and Epul then they went off. And, here i am. Okay, i had a hella fun day with Nana Ciner, V Jay and Epul today. Gosh, and V Jay! Stop saying, "YOU MUST GET OVER HIM." Lols, i know. But, i really need time babe. Once again, thanks for today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formspring's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;helloh Im Shaliza Binte Mohd Amran Bin Hamid Bin Kidam. Im born on 3rd july have 2 beautiful kids. My height is 169. I love to eat chicken. I allergic to metal. I want to ask question [: Are you coming or not to my daughter bday ? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Hello there, thank you for introducing such a long infomation of yourself. Lols, idk about your daughter birthday. I mean, i'm not comfirm about it. When i've comfirm it, i'll tell you more ayy. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-7845837598365773218?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7845837598365773218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-people-might-think-im-crazy-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/7845837598365773218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/7845837598365773218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-people-might-think-im-crazy-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TBehSOpdQeI/AAAAAAAAAjU/V-nqX4K_JNc/s72-c/Photo1022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-5799207238925352023</id><published>2010-06-14T21:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T02:49:37.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TBYqs058RQI/AAAAAAAAAjM/lFnwRztO-AE/s1600/Photo1030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482616545974437122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TBYqs058RQI/AAAAAAAAAjM/lFnwRztO-AE/s320/Photo1030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Geylang --&gt; Bugis --&gt; Woodlands --&gt; Yishun --&gt; Home Sweet Home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuuuuuuuuuh, today went to so many places. Woke up in the morning at 9.30am. Thanks to mum for waking me up .__. Accompanied her to Jamiyah cause she need to meet her councellor. Haiya, naq cerai pon naq kene adwer councellor ke? Hmms, then was all the way texting Adam. Hahs, cibai kau aleyk eh Dam. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, after her councelling, mum cried because of some reasons. Gosh, i didn't know what to do. And yah, i brought her to Bugis to look for the Nike Shoe. Heheh, then we took train together and she dropped at Yishun since i have to meet Nunusiao and Fiqah @ Woodlands. Told Kirin to fetch mum from Yishun mrt since i was damn worried of her. Hah, susa datang anak cmny. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Nunusiao &amp;amp; Fiqah and we proceeded to Causeway Point. Walked here and there. Then, Nunusiao kept quiet only. I asked her, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Nunu, asal kau diam?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nunusiao: Pocky pocky ku saket uh, pocky pocky ku expand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Gosh, sedap pehhh?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nunusiao: Otakk kau! Aku tanak maen sia nanty da kahwen, saket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Fiqah was laughing all the way~ Haha, to be frank babe. SEDAP OR WHATT? Lols, tired of walking around. We took bus 169 and i dropped in front of Yishun Mrt since i have to proceed to Epul's house. So yes, reached there, went to look for mum. Met NanaCiner, V Jay, Wan Prankster, Ayuki 770 and Zul Ciner. Then went back to Epul's house. Talked here and there then met Syafiq Kechyk, Zul, Alimok 770 and one more guy at 751. Lols, it's so random. Slacked with them for awhile then i went home. Haha, guess what. Lepak ngan dorang, ingat kenangan dulu maser pat 770. Lols, ngan Yan Manes sumer. L A W A K sia~ Gosh, i'm really tired now~ Haha, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss&lt;em&gt; Arwah Ramdan&lt;/em&gt;. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZO4y6egSkCM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZO4y6egSkCM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/526720644370007651-5799207238925352023?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5799207238925352023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5799207238925352023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5799207238925352023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/home-sweet-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TBYqs058RQI/AAAAAAAAAjM/lFnwRztO-AE/s72-c/Photo1030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-1673162673283164799</id><published>2010-06-12T23:49:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T06:44:33.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TBOs7HWC7SI/AAAAAAAAAi0/qeJPgm-QvwI/s1600/Image1460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481915303023799586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TBOs7HWC7SI/AAAAAAAAAi0/qeJPgm-QvwI/s320/Image1460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Formspring's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kann I dah ckp ni bende tk boleh harap man ! Testing2 lagyq ! IJAHSAN here. Tatau saperh , alaa. yg paleng kiyutt lah ! Dah mam ? Dunt sad2 anm okeyh . I syg you . LOL . Uat outing lerh cepat [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Hahs, what kind of question is that sia kak? Hmms, anything you msg me uh kak. Sad? Hah, trying very very hard. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BlRKCUjucjI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BlRKCUjucjI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not posting a proper post all this while. So many sad things happened in my life time nowadays. Jyeahs, i don't wish to elaborate more here. It's just wasting my time. MOVING ON- Today went to Epul's house since Ayah and Mama wanted to meet me. It's been a long time since i last met them. Hahs, rindu jugak dorang pat aku. Lols, so yeahs. While i was on the way there, saw V Jay and Zul Ciner at 751. Went to Zul Ciner's house while waiting for sister and Epul to reach 751 since i was seperated by them at that time. Met NanaCiner at Zul Ciner's house. Awww-ness, she misses me. Haha, i miss you more baby! :)&lt;br /&gt;After that, i proceeded to Epul's house and met Ayah and Mama. Whoa, the first time they saw me, they was like, " EH, ANAK AKU DA SAMPAI LA. " Omg, thanks alott for welcoming me .__. That was not what i expected to get from them sia. Still, they rock to the max okay! \m/&lt;br /&gt;Went home at around 10.30pm. Thanks to Syafiq Kechyk for wasting my prepaid .__. Yah, today the whole day i was messaging him. Gah, i don't wanna entertain your sweet talks, Syafiq.&lt;br /&gt;And yah, that's all for today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said, "&lt;em&gt;Aman, since that we've agreed to move on. I don't wish to contact you anymore. It hurts me when we agreed to move on and we're still contacting each other, i'm sorry. For the last time i'm saying this, hope you'll find a perfect girl in your upcoming love life. Always remember what i've said to you all this while. Be strong and takecare&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And he said, "&lt;strong&gt;You too, i think i will not find a new girl and focus on my studies.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So yes, it's stated. We agreed to move on and i don't wish to contact him anymore. &lt;em&gt;Bkn taq sayang, cumer taq sanggop~&lt;/em&gt; Tsk, i must be strong, even if i gave up on love. All thanks to you, for making me change my mind and give up on love. If you gave up on love too, i have nothing more to say. For what i know, you never use to hurt me. You're always there for me, it's up to you to think. Thanks for everything, the end. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I TOTALLY GAVE UP ON LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-1673162673283164799?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1673162673283164799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/big-thanks-to-you-nabey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/1673162673283164799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/1673162673283164799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/big-thanks-to-you-nabey.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TBOs7HWC7SI/AAAAAAAAAi0/qeJPgm-QvwI/s72-c/Image1460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-2214855148190150962</id><published>2010-06-11T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T23:30:15.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TBJUhKtC31I/AAAAAAAAAis/JIunefRer-g/s1600/Image1171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481536625249017682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TBJUhKtC31I/AAAAAAAAAis/JIunefRer-g/s320/Image1171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, second post for today. I'm pissed off and i feel like blogging. Superb weird. Wanna know why i'm pissed ? Hahs, all thanks to whoever is the girl who wanna know Izman. I can't take it anymore, you want him, have him then. I know i was at fault for talking to Izman using some harsh words. All thanks to you, Suhaila eh ? Hmms, and to YOU. Just because of the harsh words, you're giving up huh? Hah, dala . Guys will forever be guys. Forget about your 2nd Monthsary present, it's just wasting my and your time. You said you needed a little time for YOUR mistakes, it's funny how you used that time had me replaced. Funny kan ? Hahs, whatever la . Dah serik aku ngan kau peh sweet talk. Awww-ness uh kirekan ? Ngan perangai kau cam ni, kau pikeh kite buleh patch? Siket tak buleh, aku contact laki laen, kau tak kasi. Beh ny? Kau ngan ny SUHAILA , ape eh ? Bukan pompan uh kirekan dhe ? Tsk, i'm seriously pissed off with you, Izman! Naseb aku ny bersabar orangnyer~ And seriously, how could you eh Izman? I'm pissed and dissapointed with you sia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-2214855148190150962?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2214855148190150962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/okay-second-post-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/2214855148190150962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/2214855148190150962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/okay-second-post-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TBJUhKtC31I/AAAAAAAAAis/JIunefRer-g/s72-c/Image1171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-252505898518365317</id><published>2010-06-11T02:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T21:53:16.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TBEu7v8No3I/AAAAAAAAAik/T8Blm1fuz8k/s1600/Image1438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481213825502782322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TBEu7v8No3I/AAAAAAAAAik/T8Blm1fuz8k/s320/Image1438.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy 2nd Monthsary, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Izman Hairil&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIMITAICHI. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was supposed to stay at home only due to my sickness. Still, bored at home. So yeahs, went out to Ang Mo Kio and fetched Grandma . I think, i'm recovering soon. Hehh, thanks to my best mum! \m/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had some arguments with Fiqah just now. Gah, misunderstanding again. I don't know whether you forgived me sincerely or not eh. For what i know, i'm not putting the blame on any of you. I'm not siding anyone, i just don't want any conflicts in our friendship anymore. I've had enough of all that, you know what i mean eh. Met one of my aunty just now. When she saw me, the first thing that came out from her mouth was about my father .__. She asked me, how's my dad. All i answered was " Ouu, okay. " Haaaaaaaaaaaha, told mum about it and she showed me her disgusted face. Hehhh, my aunt talked something to mum until mum got no mood to talk. I tried to ask her about it, but she ignored me. Comfirm they talked about my father. Gosh, thanks eh aunty. You're the best uh! I salut you sia when i see you one day. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now currently texting ex boyf. Hahs, he never fail to make me smile. Oh ya, thanks for the wish baby! I thought you've forgotten about it, yet you still dare to wish me our 2 Monthsary. Hehh, i know i owe you something. Nyett!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ehhhh, i'm seriously pissed off with you-know-who-you-are. Stop messaging me craps, i don't wish to contact you anymore, get it? There's still so many girls out there, stop bothering me. So what's with your sweet talks? Awww-ness uh kan? Eh, your story and mine ended a long time ago. Forget me, BAI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Formspring's:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;testing testing . Dapat takk ? Aiyoo. Pakai tagboard kan senang. Ni aperh benderh ponn I tatau ! HELLO ?! TESTING TESTING ? NI IJAHSAN BTW. Hello ? Wahh. Yg best pasal ni kann, leh type panjang2. Oryte thn ! Hai bie. Bilerh nk jumperh ? I ngah tgu u all m &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Alamak bi, kenape setengah jalan type ? Hah, meet me as soon as possible laa !&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/526720644370007651-252505898518365317?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/252505898518365317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-2nd-monthsary-izman-hairil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/252505898518365317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/252505898518365317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-2nd-monthsary-izman-hairil.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TBEu7v8No3I/AAAAAAAAAik/T8Blm1fuz8k/s72-c/Image1438.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-1028475252358908136</id><published>2010-06-09T08:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:31:11.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TA7rD7k02cI/AAAAAAAAAic/piTnlgo76lc/s1600/DSC05941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480576249320757698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TA7rD7k02cI/AAAAAAAAAic/piTnlgo76lc/s320/DSC05941.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Muke masai tatawu naq mampos sia aqu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahs, on Monday i just came back from Synergy Camp. Can say it was fun. I can't tahan already, told mum to fetch me after camp then we went to doctor. Thank god that i told mum about my sickness, if not i don't know what will happen to me now. Gosh, the doctor said that i have Sculp Infection. Thanks to Safura and all my babygirls for taking care of me during the camp. I thought i got normal headache and my head got scar all over the place. Told Safura that it's hard for me to bath and she told me to tell my mum about it. When the third day of the camp, i can't tahan already. I told my mum, and at last~ Now, i have to stay at home only, gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Ouuu Izman Hairil , i'm sick now. Still wanna meet me? Hmms, i'll try my very best ayy? From now onwards, i wanna try my best not to scold vugarities. Apwer eh orang slalu kater, da insaf. Cheyy~ Jyeahs, i wanna get well soon, if i scold vulgrities and whatsoever, god won't forgive me kan ? Hehh. Ohya, thanks mum for taking care of me. If i got a boyfriend like my mum, i'll be loyal to that person sia~ Dad, till now you don't know what sickness i'm having. Thanks eh thanks! You don't even ask me what's wrong, you only scolded me for wasting mum's money on my medicines. Gosh, appreciate that i'm still alive, will you? Imagine if i kept quiet about it till now, imagine if i'm not around anymore. Will you be the first one to laugh at my dead body? God, how i wish i had a much more better father than you! Okehy , idk what to update already. When i have the time, i'll update ayy? (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; Walaupon Nurul saket ceane pn . Aman ttp jage Nurul.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awwwh. 2 more days baby, if not we have been together for 2 months. Hmms, wanna get back together with me also must have rules uh? Hahaha, cute la kau!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Formspring's :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello Im Aiai Ahqirl . HAHA ! Byie , biler nq jmpe !? hee !&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Bhy ! Hmms, idk eh . I'm sick now b, when i've recovered, we'll meet ayy? (:&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/526720644370007651-1028475252358908136?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1028475252358908136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/muke-masai-tatawu-naq-mampos-sia-aqu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/1028475252358908136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/1028475252358908136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/muke-masai-tatawu-naq-mampos-sia-aqu.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TA7rD7k02cI/AAAAAAAAAic/piTnlgo76lc/s72-c/DSC05941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-5865894763604531303</id><published>2010-06-04T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T21:18:52.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 73px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478905288704236882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TAj7VOM5nVI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Tr9-L2ZWNEk/s320/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NanaCiner - testing testing * ehh birdbird tol uh bde nyy , daa send nty taqlehy bacer -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Hahaha, whey~ Ny bukan chatbox la whey. Kau naq kene tanyer questions yang kau naq tanyer, bukan comment .__. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NanaCiner - ehh ? haha ! kahykahy , ku tnyer kau . kau da mkn lomm ?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Hahaha, baek uhuh kau Nana. Hmms, daa . Kau ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-5865894763604531303?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5865894763604531303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/nanaciner-ehh-haha-kahykahy-ku-tnyer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5865894763604531303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5865894763604531303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/nanaciner-ehh-haha-kahykahy-ku-tnyer.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TAj7VOM5nVI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Tr9-L2ZWNEk/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-4098964038244658598</id><published>2010-06-04T03:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T21:13:05.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TAgErPblkBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/k6RKEAuZd04/s1600/Image0140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478634087619334162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TAgErPblkBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/k6RKEAuZd04/s320/Image0140.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, nothing much happened. As usual, i slept until 2.00pm in the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks to ex boyf for waking me up .__.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So jyeahs, sister brought my other siblings to Epul's house since mama and ayah wanted to see them. While, i stayed at home and used computer. Seperti biasa, i'm like one lazy pig at home with my maid. Then, sister was pleading me to meet her. I was stucked at that moment cause NanaCiner wanted to meet me and i don't know who to meet. Thought of staying at home only, but i was bored. So yah, went to Epul's house for a while then met NanaCiner at 217. V Jay, Wan Prankster, Ayuki 770, Bryan, Lutfil Smally, Syimah Shawtee, Ejat, Boi Jep and 2 other guys were there. Hah, slacked for awhile then i went home. Thanks to Wan Prankster and V Jay for accompanying me. (; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reached home, used computer then did nothing. Was damn bored okay! Ohya, i was bored. So yes, i sang a song with ex boyf's name on it. Heh. I still remember when he sang a song with my name on it. Ya allah, i miss his voice now. ); Tu la kau, bodoh! Ngaku jugak kau bodoh. Hmms, memang dasar. 6 more days to go, if not we've been together for two months already you know~ Such a waste, you stupid la. Kay, then me and sister fetched mum from Yishun Mrt at around 11.40pm. Was on the way, coincidentally we saw SyaaJepon with one guy. Whoooo~ Hehe. Reached home, nothing better to do. Laughed like there's no tomorrow with mum and sister. Ohya, i got nothing more to say about you. Why you never text nor call me today? I feel so different today without hearing your voice and laughing at your jokes. );&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-4098964038244658598?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4098964038244658598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-you-who-chose-right-path-not-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4098964038244658598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4098964038244658598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-you-who-chose-right-path-not-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TAgErPblkBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/k6RKEAuZd04/s72-c/Image0140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-1606426473069427466</id><published>2010-06-02T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:48:48.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now, it's my turn to reply to your questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aperh cerite yuu nqn sarah babe .? Tkm gadooh uuh byi .?&lt;br /&gt;54 minutes ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Byi, when i meet you we talk okay. I don't know what's with her laa , she buat perangai with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;babe, relink me (: where did your tagboard gone to? haaaahs, herees my URL : http://your-attitude-ghurlaa.blogspot.com. thanks iyeaa (: iloveyouh :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 days ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Hahaha, okay bi! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ohya, when you feel to ask questions. For goodness sake, write your name. Heeees ~ Thank god, i recognise how my friends typing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; . Kay da, bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-1606426473069427466?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1606426473069427466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/now-its-my-turn-to-reply-to-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/1606426473069427466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/1606426473069427466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/now-its-my-turn-to-reply-to-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-5115844136921501224</id><published>2010-06-01T03:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T03:52:17.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TAQS85U7hFI/AAAAAAAAAiE/8GsZ9z4ZPAk/s1600/27843_1386610639553_1660654206_902047_2303076_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TAQS85U7hFI/AAAAAAAAAiE/8GsZ9z4ZPAk/s320/27843_1386610639553_1660654206_902047_2303076_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477523884179424338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;br /&gt;Today Epul's been bailed out. Hahaha, obviously Kirin is happy and excited. Semangat bangon pagy ye bhy ? Hah, so yeahs. I woke up @ noon. Thanks to Epul .__. He came just to see Umyi and all my siblings. Whoa, when he stepped in the house, i stared at him right in front of his face. Gahhhh, he shaved his eye brow .__. Sumpa like one clown. Hehehe, then after that. Kirin brought Nani and Nana to Epul's house since Ayah and Mama wants to see them. In a while after that, Kirin wanted me to meet her at Epul's house. Ahhh yes, i was lazy la kan. But, i have to go. Went out, and it was raining. Reached Epul's house, talked to Ayah and Mama. Hehehe, cute sunggoh dorang! After that, i went home first cause Kirin have to accompany Ayah and Mama to Khatib. Reached home, i slept like one lazy pig .__. When Kirin reached home, we went out to mum's workplace and fetched mum from there. Was on the way there and ex boyf called. Gosh, i thought it was mum's workplace number. When i picked up the call, i was thinking. " Taqkan suare maq aqu jantan sia? " Hahaha, when i was at mum's workplace, he called again. So yeahs, talked to him and i promised him to call him back when i reach home later. But, he felt asleep already. ); Oh ya, we talked about our sweet memories when were together in the past. He kept on saying, "Ah, ah lagi uh." .__. Hmms, menyesal jugak eheh kau? I really thought that you've moved on. And ya, my answer to your question is, i will be waiting for you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-5115844136921501224?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5115844136921501224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5115844136921501224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5115844136921501224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TAQS85U7hFI/AAAAAAAAAiE/8GsZ9z4ZPAk/s72-c/27843_1386610639553_1660654206_902047_2303076_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-8350432309932330794</id><published>2010-05-31T02:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T15:45:45.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TANpG5LDmEI/AAAAAAAAAh8/l5c3faMcs6A/s1600/27843_1392613069610_1660654206_916750_5132750_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TANpG5LDmEI/AAAAAAAAAh8/l5c3faMcs6A/s320/27843_1392613069610_1660654206_916750_5132750_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477337138959980610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To AsyJeponn;&lt;br /&gt;Adek, Things haven't been going well for you is there? I hope you'll learn how to control stuffs yourself. Cheer up baby. Im keeping my fingers cross that you and ehem2 will patch up very soon okay. &amp;amp; this time, BRAINWASHING TIME! You're a big girl now. You think about it. Whatever happens, you'll still have me. You'll still have your family. I love you Bie. Can't wait to sleepover your house again. Sayang you !&lt;br /&gt;Come on love, cheer up oryte ! He must have a reason for not textink you yesterday.. Think posittive always ! Kalau jodoh, tak ke manerh okayh ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you so much, &lt;em&gt;Ijahsan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So yeahs, saw that? Hahaha, sweet sunggoh kakak aqu ny. Hmms, yeahs kak. Think positive, i know he's okay there. Ohya, i waited and waited. Alhamdulillah, he texted me just now.. Gahh, he told me so many things kak ); How i wish we could just turn over a new leaf and forget about tha past. Idk what to do kak, he kept on begging me for forgiveness. If he could contol his temper and listened to my advises that day, this wouldn't have happened. I wanna turn back the time when we're talking on the phone. I shouldn't have said something that made us argue until this limit. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ); Yeahs, bi. Sleep over my house veryvery soon. I need you to make me laugh like that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ff45YHR4-JA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ff45YHR4-JA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-8350432309932330794?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8350432309932330794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-asyjeponn-adek-things-havent-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/8350432309932330794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/8350432309932330794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-asyjeponn-adek-things-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TANpG5LDmEI/AAAAAAAAAh8/l5c3faMcs6A/s72-c/27843_1392613069610_1660654206_916750_5132750_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-3168454592288986687</id><published>2010-05-29T03:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T05:13:44.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TAAmnE1NduI/AAAAAAAAAhs/K0gga28dWN8/s1600/Photo0950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476419599636199138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TAAmnE1NduI/AAAAAAAAAhs/K0gga28dWN8/s320/Photo0950.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- I know it's hard to accept tha fact , now. Whatever it is, i'll be waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time ever since i last touched this lappy. Yeahs, so many things happened this week. Gahhhh, friendship, relationship . All ruined ); I don't wish to elaborate what happened today..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to start. Let's put the matter about relationship aside first.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i just don't understand what's wrong with you guys. I'm really dissapointed, i don't know who to trust now. I thought all of you were okay with me? I got to know, it's all a fake story. You guys just don't appreciate what i've given. To be frank, i miss you guys, alott. But, i have nothing more to say. You all made up your choices, remember. I'll always be here for all of you, feel free to come back . My hand is always open for you guys to come back.&lt;br /&gt;About me and Aman? Jyeahs, everybody have been asking me what happened. I can't answer to that question, i really can't. I don't know why? I know it's hard for you to say goodbye, i know it's hard for you to forget me. I felt the same way too. You should have controlled your anger that day. I'm sorry for all this to happen, i know that i've not been a good girlfriend to you. I'm sorry for causing a fight between you and your friends. When we went our seperate ways, i neglected on my friends, i neglected on my studies, i neglected everybody, even when they tried to cheer me up. I really felt like killing myself, i cried like there's no tomorrow. I really thought you would never give up, but you did. You followed your anger, and you ruined everything. Our relationship, my behaviour, your behaviour, all changed. After letting me go, now you're looking for me just to say you're sorry and you regretted for doing that. You told me that i was the only one for you and you can't move on. Please, don't make things more difficult for me. You made me neglected everybody for no reason. You know how wrong i felt for neglecting them? Just because of my new changes, my friendship was ruined. They walked away when they saw me, they don't even have the guts to smile at me. Gahhhh, whatever it is. I'll be waiting for you, remember that. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;110410&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;THE END.&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/526720644370007651-3168454592288986687?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3168454592288986687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-know-its-hard-to-accept-tha-fact-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3168454592288986687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3168454592288986687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-know-its-hard-to-accept-tha-fact-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/TAAmnE1NduI/AAAAAAAAAhs/K0gga28dWN8/s72-c/Photo0950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-2558180483388710124</id><published>2010-05-23T12:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T20:15:22.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S_i018WxeII/AAAAAAAAAhc/Pdu1wM_KZ74/s1600/Image1177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474324185896548482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S_i018WxeII/AAAAAAAAAhc/Pdu1wM_KZ74/s320/Image1177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Dad thought of bringing mum out for dinner since he didn't even get a chance to celebrate mum's birthday together the other day. Sadly, mum didn't want to go out with dad. Hahs, i pity dad so much. Maybe, he deserves it? * evil laughs *&lt;br /&gt;So yeahs, i slept the whole day yesterday. Woke up in the morning, bathed, eat and went back to sleep. Woke up again, ate and sleep. At night, boyf called. Talked to him also, i can't control my eyes, my eyes keep on calling for my bed .__. Told him that i wanna sleep already, heheh. I also don't understand what we've been talking for the past 2 hours. I can only remember that i told boyf , "&lt;em&gt; What if i think positive but it turned out to be negative?&lt;/em&gt; " Hmms. Ohya, spammers are back once again .__. Bubal pon taq berakal uhuh kau. So yeahs, it's not worth talking about spammers. Today i met NanaCiner, Zul Ciner, V Jay , Lutfil Smally &amp;amp; Bryan. Woa, when i first reached 751 eheh, guess what. Wan Prankster was there, he was with Ejat i think ? Oh yes, he saw me and he walked away. Hahaha, naseb kau jalan sebelom aqu sampai eheh? :D Slacked there for awhile and went home. Gahh, reached home, got nothing to do. Watched teve also no use, still bored. Ohya, tomorrow got malay dance , i think ? I won't be going, trust me (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, Khai Jepon is back! Puck you! Puck you! ^^ Hehehe, you know i know eheh Fyqa? Siap uhuh ny anak, aqu complain pat mataey aqu! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ॐ{к}нαι●{נ}єρσηॐ says:&lt;br /&gt;maseh ngn izman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;` αsч-jeponn. says:&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, yeahs. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ॐ{к}нαι●{נ}єρσηॐ says:&lt;br /&gt;tanyer je&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;lastlong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange huh? Why so sudden he asked eheh? Hmms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-2558180483388710124?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2558180483388710124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/2558180483388710124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/2558180483388710124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S_i018WxeII/AAAAAAAAAhc/Pdu1wM_KZ74/s72-c/Image1177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-5547424193876711314</id><published>2010-05-22T04:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T04:59:40.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S_btMuFC0fI/AAAAAAAAAhM/NDxFRf9nLGU/s1600/21052010210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473823199898817010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S_btMuFC0fI/AAAAAAAAAhM/NDxFRf9nLGU/s320/21052010210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 21 May 2010. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- A moment like this, Happy Birthday Mum! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(L)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated mum's birthday today, whoooo~ Thought it will not be this fun. Gahhh, yesterday Ijahsan came and we planned to have a big celebration @ block 751. But then, we don't have enough money. So yeahs, at night. We fetched mum from her workplace. Hahs, it was a suprise visit. After meeting mum, we went to Yishun Mac'D to eat. It was 11pm plus at that time. When it came to 12.00am, mum received a msg from me eventhough she's just right in front of me. So yes, i went to her and gave her hugs and kisses . Everybody was looking at us like one kind .__.&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that, was freaking tired. Talked to boyf for awhile, then i went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Then, today i woke up @ 5.30. I was damn tired, seriously. I can't open my eyes, but i have to wake up . Got ready, and went to school. During school time, this pathetic Nazri kept on msging me .__. Complaint to Ijahsan about it. Hahaha, worst sweet talker mother fucker eheh Kak? (;&lt;br /&gt;He said that he wanna wait for me and whatsoever. Blahhh, wait uhuh wait. I WON'T LET YOU BE THE THIRD PARTY. I'm gonna protect my relationship . Hehe. So yeahs, talked to Mr Din for awhile. Ohmy, sajer jekk Mr Din panggel anak orang Bitch .__. He said that me and Nunusiao are like bitches. What kind of teacher are you, Mr Din ? .__. After that, i went home straight. Had some arguments with sister just now. I reached home only, sister was crying. She kept on blaming me for not putting any efforts for mum's birthday celebration. Nahh, it was just a misunderstading. In the end, she treated me as if nothing happened .__. Ijahsan, Zul Ciner, NanaCiner &amp;amp; V Jay came . I've never seen mum happy like this before. Thanks guys for making my mum's day. Much appreciates (: They went home around 6.00pm plus and i went to sleep until 3.45am. Gahhh, here i am. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-5547424193876711314?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5547424193876711314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/moment-like-this-happy-birthday-mum-l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5547424193876711314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5547424193876711314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/moment-like-this-happy-birthday-mum-l.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S_btMuFC0fI/AAAAAAAAAhM/NDxFRf9nLGU/s72-c/21052010210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-4956505317583088494</id><published>2010-05-20T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:33:34.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S_U4d-DSfwI/AAAAAAAAAhE/XTDB9bNoh4A/s1600/DSC05823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473343009662861058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S_U4d-DSfwI/AAAAAAAAAhE/XTDB9bNoh4A/s320/DSC05823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm superbbbb tired now. Gahhhh, tomorrow mum's birthday. I can't sleep today, have to bake cake, accompany Ijahsan since she's sleeping over at my crib tonight. Ohmy, i'm lazy to go school tomorrow. Seriously, i got lessons as per normal , it's so unfair! ); Later, i'll be going out to fetch mum @ her workplace. Yesterday, boyf called and i told him everything. Ohya, trust me. I'm sorry for daring that thing. I didn't expect this to happen, please. Stop saying that you're gonna die soon .__. It was just a game, you told me to stop believing in such things. You, yourself are making me more worried .__. Ohya, 21 May eheh? Hahs, don't think i'll forget what you're gonna do tomorrow ayy. As i said yesterday, if you really look on me, you won't do stupid stuffs that i don't like. It's up to you to think, boyf . (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goshhhhh, i'm tired. Feel like sleeping now, but i can't. ); Hope everything will turn out well tomorrow. I wanna celebrate mum's birthday ALONE. With all my friends along, without my dad. Gahhh, mum still can't accept tha fact what is happening right now.. Please, dad. Don't ruin our day tomorrow. Okay la, bai. Idk what to update alr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-4956505317583088494?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4956505317583088494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4956505317583088494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4956505317583088494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S_U4d-DSfwI/AAAAAAAAAhE/XTDB9bNoh4A/s72-c/DSC05823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-1532489706662004562</id><published>2010-05-19T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:49:42.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S_PL-JApPEI/AAAAAAAAAg8/cScsq4YG7_I/s1600/29661_1269636708232_1449291424_30588810_6659376_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472942240616234050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S_PL-JApPEI/AAAAAAAAAg8/cScsq4YG7_I/s320/29661_1269636708232_1449291424_30588810_6659376_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today school was kinda fun. Woke up @ 6.30am , got ready and went to school. Waited for Fyqa at Yishun Mrt Station. While waiting, got one old lady came to me &amp;amp; talked to me in chinese. I was like, " Uhm, i'm malay. Not chinese. " She was begging me to buy chinese newspaper. What the heck? I told her that my mother was in front and i walked away. Gahhhh, ny Fyqa buat aqu merane sekejap .__. When Fyqa reached, i shouted , " Tu nyonya suro aqu beli surat khabar ciner, ade ke patot? Da laa , aqu ny naq muntah. Naseb tadi aqu taq muntah pat muker dhe. Ughhh! " . She laughed @ me and asked who's the lady. Blahhhh, reached school, went straight to class and waited for Mr Din to come. First lesson was CE, then Maths. Gahhh, maths lesson. Me &amp;amp; Nunusiao was playing with a time capsule. We said something when we're playing with it, thought nothing will happen when we said that. After awhile, i was holding the time capsule, it slipped and fell. Me &amp;amp; Nunusiao looked at each other and showed our panic face. Ahhhhh, dimana Aman ku sekarang? ); I'm so scared &amp;amp; worried when the time capsule fell and broke into pieces. I straight away texted Boyf and told him to call me when he reached home later, until now got no news about him. Gahhhh, kau pehh pasal uhuh Nunu! Hehh. After that was recess, stayed in class. Then, science. Guess what, eventhough exams are over, my school still got lessons going on .__. I will complain about it, just wait and see. After that was our english lesson. Hahs, we got our english papers back. Thank god, i passed it with flying colours. :D When it comes to CPA, i failed my Theory Paper. I was the second lowest in class. Overall, i passed my CPA Paper though. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, me , Nunusiao and Fyqa met A'az Satsiaww &amp;amp; his friends to settle somethings. Then, we accompanied Nunusiao to Polyclinic &amp;amp; we went home. Gosh, i need to know where is my boyf now.. I'm damn worried. );&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-1532489706662004562?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1532489706662004562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/1532489706662004562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/1532489706662004562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S_PL-JApPEI/AAAAAAAAAg8/cScsq4YG7_I/s72-c/29661_1269636708232_1449291424_30588810_6659376_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-8622906825054944053</id><published>2010-05-18T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T20:14:46.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S_KA78JSPlI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ieq8y-C4UD4/s1600/DSC05778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472578264454282834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S_KA78JSPlI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ieq8y-C4UD4/s320/DSC05778.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goshhhh, at last. My coursework is done! And i feel like blogging. So yeahs, today i woke up @ 5.30am , got ready and went to school. Gahhh, i thought of skipping school today. I had flu yesterday night, but boyf forced me to go school .__. Tatawu kesiankan mataey langsong! Reached school, went straight to the canteen and meet Safura. No flag raising these days, as it was raining. Ate while waiting for the rest to come. When the second bell rang, me, Safura, Fyqa, Badrina and Yueling can still eat like nothing happen. Went up to class, Mr Din caught me for coming late &amp;amp; my socks .__.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was damn irritated with him, just now.. Gahhh, wore back my socks and proceeded to the library to complete my coursework. After that was recess time, stayed in class. Not in tha mood to eat. After recess, me &amp;amp; Safura's name was called out . We had to meet Mrs Kumar for our cheated coursework. Hehh! We wanted to make our jobs easier, we just copy paste from the internet. So yes, Mrs Kumar gave us another chance to do our coursework properly. After school, went to Ang Mo Kio Hub to meet Nunusiao as she didn't attend school today .__. Got something happened, don't wanna elaborate about that. Then, met sister with Epul's parents around Ang Mo Kio Hub and we went home together. Reached Yishun only, i can't really walk properly );&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been coughing and coughing until my whole body aches. In school, i've been sneezing, then coughing, then now i don't know what will happen next. Gahhh, i thought of not going school tomorrow. But, i need to pass up my pathetic coursework, so yes. Whatever it is, i have to make it tomorrow. If not, i'm gonna fail my home econs. );&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohya, talking about results. Hahs , i got my Science and Maths papers back. Obviously, i failed my maths! 7/50. Cool huh. (; Thank god, i passed my science. Heheh, oke laa. I wanna sleep now, my whole body is aching. Bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-8622906825054944053?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8622906825054944053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/8622906825054944053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/8622906825054944053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S_KA78JSPlI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ieq8y-C4UD4/s72-c/DSC05778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-8260279621241763968</id><published>2010-05-16T18:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T19:08:03.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-_PiTs4tbI/AAAAAAAAAgs/4mMnLkGSiLE/s1600/Image1168+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471820260589483442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-_PiTs4tbI/AAAAAAAAAgs/4mMnLkGSiLE/s320/Image1168+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you what happened yesterday &amp;amp; today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; : Woke up, texted boyf and he never reply .__. Sister was @ Buket Panjang. So yeahs, she forced me to meet her @ Greenridge area . I was all alone, you knoww. And she expected me to go there alone . My sister is so badd! She took my earpiece away and she left me just like that, pfft! .__. So yes, i got ready and went off @ 6.30pm. Was inside the 171 bus, and sister texted me just to say that she's on the way home already. Straight away i called her and shouted " BUTOKIA! " Hahs , thanks to you for making me pissed. Put down the phone, Aaiem called and he thought of meeting me @ Ang Mo Kio. So yes, i thought of meeting mum there also. So i met him for awhile only and met mum. Talked to her for awhile, then she went back to her workplace. Thanks to my lovely boyf for accompanying me on the phone, eventhough you're irritating eheh? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Reached home, put down the phone and waited for sister to come back. Sister reached home already, we went out to meet mum at her workplace. Met mum and we went home together. Wahlao, sucha tiring day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; : Sucha boring Sunday. Gahhhhh , prepaid running low liao. Woke up @ 7.59am in the morning. Due to Safura's msg. Awwwh, i know you love me abeybey! I'm sorry too, for not being there when you needed someone to talk to. Lets turn over a new leaf of friendship, Safura . :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, i woke up only. Rushed to the kitchen , washed my face &amp;amp; ate snacks. I don't know why i was damn hungry when i woke up. After eating, went back to sleep &amp;amp; woke up @ around 1.00pm. Asked boyf whether he woke up already or not, and he replied " K ". What thing K also idk .__. Had some arguments with him yesterday night. Gahhhhh, stupid you. Hehh! :D Still, we're oke already. I can't help it when he's angry, he'll never talk to me . Majok da mcm pompan laa kau. (: Kahy, then bathed . After bathing, watched teve , eat , watched teve again and here i am , blogging. Goshhhh, i'm so bored! I'm hungry, but no money. And i don't know what to eat. I seriously need money now, shitszx. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-8260279621241763968?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8260279621241763968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_5198.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/8260279621241763968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/8260279621241763968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_5198.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-_PiTs4tbI/AAAAAAAAAgs/4mMnLkGSiLE/s72-c/Image1168+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-5638475172216588990</id><published>2010-05-14T21:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T02:55:36.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Backstabber.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-1UiUMEIiI/AAAAAAAAAgU/efoHNdTw0RA/s1600/DSC05574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471122070836617762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-1UiUMEIiI/AAAAAAAAAgU/efoHNdTw0RA/s320/DSC05574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss Safura ); We're drifting apart, babe. Idk why? You'll always come to me whenever you got problems. Now, you don't even have the guts to talk to me. When i approached you, and talked to you. You just nodded your head and walk away. It hurts me so much, babe. What has SHE done to you? After losing Badrina, now i'm gonna lose you? Please, don't let HER take you away from me. I need you, sister. &lt;/em&gt;Sigh, i'm fucking dissapointed, pissed, feel like killing someone. Gahhh, i woke up @ 5.30am just now. Got ready for school as per normal &amp;amp; went out @ 6.30am. Goshhh, i was really sleepy inside the train liao. I almost fell asleep while standing .__. Yesterday talked to Boyf &amp;amp; i'm hurt, like again ); How could you? Who am i to you ? Why can't you just tell me the truth? Why is it so hard for you ? So what if it's a minor incident that happened in school? Still, i have tha rights to know, right ? Or should i say, you don't wanna make me feel hurt? Please, don't make me start to think any negative thoughts of you. Sigh, da luhr aqu stress ngan kwn. Kau pulakk , biken hal. Hmms, reached school just now. Saw Sarah @ Parade Square. Sat with her, but didn't talk much. I was damn &lt;strong&gt;PISSED&lt;/strong&gt;. Then, Safura came. She didn't even talked to me, what the heck sia? Yeah , i was damn dissapointed with her. Haiyohs, friends are really drifting apart now.. Then, after assembly, we had Anderson Forum. Goshhhh, i feel so restless . I slept &amp;amp; girls beside me was laughing at me .__. Ahhhhkay, thanks for laughing la . After that was our recess time, ate with Nunusiao. Cute pehh kau, bwk bekal . Mcm cool uhuh , aqu pon naq try uhuh. Hehh! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After recess we had Traditional Chinese Medicine Briefing, like again. Seperti biasa , i slept . But then, this two unknown creatures kept on disturbing me . Thanks to , Nunusiao &amp;amp; Badrina.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohya, got this part which i feel that i'm bigger than Nunusiao. Hahs , Nunusiao took my bag &amp;amp; threw it. I pulled her belt while saying , " KASI BEG AQU ALEYK. " And she was showing me her panic face &amp;amp; shouted to Li Theng " Give back her bag, faster ! Give back her bag! " LOL. I love that part, Nunu. :D I'm much more stronger now! Heheh , then me &amp;amp; Nunusiao get so bored. She sat in front of me, still can text each other. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nunusiao : Look at me, ( tongue sticking out. ) ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me : Oh, look @ me . Smiling widely with a duck mouth. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We looked @ each other and did the reaction, and we laughed like there's no tomorrow. Hahs , we're &lt;em&gt;PRAISING&lt;/em&gt; some people. You know, i know eheh Nunusiao? (: School ended @ 12.30pm. Accompanied Nunusiao &amp;amp; Badrina to the nearby coffee shop and i went home. Reached home, slept, eat, watch teve, played comp, talked to Boyf , went to Epul's house, and here i am. Whoa, da mcm compo la pulakk . Kay , BAI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hylang kau, taq hylang papwer eheh. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-5638475172216588990?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5638475172216588990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5638475172216588990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5638475172216588990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-1UiUMEIiI/AAAAAAAAAgU/efoHNdTw0RA/s72-c/DSC05574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-126024029627113336</id><published>2010-05-13T19:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:28:52.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NO LIFE.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-vgDhEupZI/AAAAAAAAAgM/W_4QE-FvYSg/s1600/Image1158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470712523394033042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-vgDhEupZI/AAAAAAAAAgM/W_4QE-FvYSg/s320/Image1158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up @ 5.30am and got ready for school. Boyf called me @ 6.00am . It's superb weird. He never call me @ that kind of time . Hmms, today school was so bored .__. Our first lesson was Post Exam. Gahhhh, me &amp;amp; Nunusiao sat one corner and kept on singing Where Are You Now. Waited for the Post Exam to end @ 10am. When it ended, we rushed to the canteen to eat. Whoa, sumpaa lapar . Hahs , thanks to Safura (:&lt;br /&gt;After recess, we had a briefing about Traditional Chinese Medicine .__. I don't even wanna know about Chinese Medicines sia . While they were briefing, i slept . After the briefing, we had our english lesson outside school. So yes, my class was chosen to do our activity @ the wet market .__. Gahhh, the market was damn smelly . At around 1.30pm , we went back to school &amp;amp; did a survey. While on the way back to school, me &amp;amp; Nunusiao went crazy. Hahs , she told me about the " tak terkejot " thing. So yes, i was so bored. Then i saw this tree and i said the word " Pokok " in a faster version. With my reaction, and Nunusiao laughed like there's no tomorrow. LOL. Ohya, i learnt one word today, PUCK YOU! :D Thanks to Nunusiao. Blahhh, after school . Met sister @ Mrt and walked to 751. Loitered with Nana Ciner, Glenn &amp;amp; V Jay. Sodey kan? Only the 5 of us. Ughhhh, we've drifted apart from Wan Prankster. Ohya, so sweet of you eheh Ewan? Saying sorry is not gonna make me feel ease. Whatever la , anything la. Me &amp;amp; Nunusiao are in the same situation now.. I don't know where the heck is this guy. Msg taq reply, call pon tidakk . Syabas buat anda ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Kau cakap cute ey. - Wey, plabuto ekh kau. Turon admiralty uy. Tk puas haty, msn tolaqk ky? Msibooot~ makbapak taqk ajar kau ey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh , look! Spammers are back ! Welcome back, spammers (: Tsktsk, zaman byler la naq spam ny sumer? Maq bapaq taqmu maen kahy, child ? :D Maq bapaq sapwer yang taq aja sapwer? Kau keh aqu ? Ohya, aqu palabuto eheh? Hahs , at least taq misken jantan cam KAUUUU! :D Tuwon Admiralty naq carek sapwer? Name kau sunggoh cute , " KAU CAKAP CUTE EY. " Kkahy, great ! Nnty aqu tuwon Admiralty, aqu carek orang yang bername cam kau eheh? So the cute la your perangai, i loike? Masey PRIMARY SCHOOL eheh , child ? Hahaha , masey BAWAH umor babe. Hahs , wanna have peace with you! * peace * (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-126024029627113336?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/126024029627113336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/126024029627113336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/126024029627113336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-vgDhEupZI/AAAAAAAAAgM/W_4QE-FvYSg/s72-c/Image1158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-3456531725566702904</id><published>2010-05-12T12:08:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T19:39:47.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In my head.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-qGGZGLfUI/AAAAAAAAAgE/sKQbouhVROw/s1600/DSC00722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470332141769030978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-qGGZGLfUI/AAAAAAAAAgE/sKQbouhVROw/s320/DSC00722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;br /&gt;I've been leaving my blog quite dead nowadays.. Hmms, let me tell you what happened yesterday &amp;amp; today.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was great ! I had my Science Exam Paper. The paper was 1 hour , but i finished the paper for like 10 mins? Hahs , yeahs . The answer was just right in front of my face .__.&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, me , Nunusiao , Fyqa &amp;amp; Safura went to Sky Garden. Sat there for like only 15mins and we went off . I have to meet my mum @ Ang Mo Kio . After meeting mum, we proceeded to Causeway Point . Met Kirin there, and we walk around . After awhile , we took cab and went home. Superb tired liao. Reached home, i slept with my school uniform .__. Boyf called @ 7.00pm then i realised that i haven't change . So yes, then he wanna play Takraw. I went back to sleep while waiting for him to finish playing Takraw . Ohya, time flies so fast huh ? It's been 1 month , baby ! (:&lt;br /&gt;Today : I woke up in tha morning just to accompany mum to the market .__. She was like , " Nurul, teman umyi gyy pasar, umyi sorang la . ); " And there she goes, showing me her pathetic face. So yes, woke up &amp;amp; accompanied her . Reached home, talked to mum so many things ! Hehh, i loike that part . :D Then, sister texted me . She wants me to meet her @ 751. I was lazy in tha first place, but long time already i never go there. So yes, got ready &amp;amp; went off . Met NanaCiner first . While we're gossiping, Wan Prankster walked pass us. Hulorkan tangan yher bang? Hahs , luperkan saje laa . (: Talked craps then we saw Ezzul Black &amp;amp; Lala . Ezzul waved @ us but Lala ignored us .__. After awhile, Zul Ciner came. Then we moved to the other side of 751 while waiting for V Jay. Played with fire . :D Psssssst , we ruined the table. LOL. After awhile, Glenn came. I guess, talking to cats is fun ! Hahs , i talked to one cat due to some reasons. NanaCiner knows why i did that. Hahs , i know i sounds so weird . After that, me &amp;amp; Kirin went home. Was on the way home, we saw Fifie Sat Sat, Lutfil Smally, Syimah Shawtee, Ayuki 770, SyaaJepon &amp;amp; many more . Hugged most of them , long time we never meet . ); Thought of loitering with them , one day. Oke la, that's all. Ohya, irritated kan bubal ngan aqu? Hmms , kau tawu taq, apwer perasaan aqu byler aqu bubal ngan kau? S A K E T H A T I ! Taqmu call aqu teros , kalo kau penat sangat eheh? );&lt;br /&gt;Ohmy, i was browsing through NanaCiner's blog. And spammers just won't stop .__.&lt;br /&gt;Nana, kau ban suda tu Guest. Misken jantan kot? Ohya, perangai dhe cute sunggoohhh ! Naq tuwon, bey name taq letakk, cute eh? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so damn dissapointed with you, Lutfil Smally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;` αsч-jeponn, pokerfαce-d. says:&lt;br /&gt;Haihs , apwer la naq jdyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[ L'S Your Goodboy ? ] ~ says:&lt;br /&gt;niyh last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;` αsч-jeponn, pokerfαce-d. says:&lt;br /&gt;Sodey siul aqu ngn kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[ L'S Your Goodboy ? ] ~ says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry &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/526720644370007651-3456531725566702904?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3456531725566702904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3456531725566702904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3456531725566702904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-qGGZGLfUI/AAAAAAAAAgE/sKQbouhVROw/s72-c/DSC00722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-102721044787711593</id><published>2010-05-10T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T23:15:48.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-gervFWVlI/AAAAAAAAAf0/-tolB1oWj9o/s1600/DSC05604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469655484163577426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-gervFWVlI/AAAAAAAAAf0/-tolB1oWj9o/s320/DSC05604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today i woke up @ 5.30am as per usual . Bathed, get ready for school and went off @ 6.30am. So yes, i was not in tha mood just now.. Fyqa texted me whether i wanna go school with her or not, i've been ignoring her messages. Haiyaa, sorry liao. Reached school , waited for the others to come. Got one part, when Safura came. Whoa, she showed us her teddy bear bag with a wide smile. LOL. The bag was so cute , oke! After assembly, we went to computer lab to take our CPA Practical Exam. I don't wanna comment anything about it, i don't know whether i can pass my SA1 or not. I got no confident now, idk why? :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it comes to printing my work, i don't know what happened until i printed wrongly. Haiyaa, such a waste of my time .__. After school , thought of going Banquet @ Ang Mo Kio Central to eat. But then, me, Nunusiao &amp;amp; Safura was so bored. So yes, we proceeded to Causeway Point then. Reached Causeway Point, we went to Banquet &amp;amp; eat. After that, we walked around like no life like that .__. Then, sister texted me asking me where i was. Yeahs, i told her to meet me @ Causeway Point. Fetched her @ Woodlands Mrt and we walked around Causeway Point until 2.00pm. Reached home, was extremely tired liao. I slept with my school uniform, then boyf called .__. Aqu baru naq masok Lala-Land. Talked to him for awhile, then continued sleeping until 5.30pm. Followed sister to NorthPoint and we saw Lutfil Smally. :D Awwwwh, rindu ! Hahs , accompanied him to buy ear sticks and we went home. I think, that's all for today? Hah , BAI. Tomorrow is the day, boyf. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-102721044787711593?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/102721044787711593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/102721044787711593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/102721044787711593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-gervFWVlI/AAAAAAAAAf0/-tolB1oWj9o/s72-c/DSC05604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-4021942071790343235</id><published>2010-05-10T00:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T01:01:28.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No mood.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-blgpVjHpI/AAAAAAAAAfs/4nNz6IkAdCM/s1600/Image1144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469311146502856338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-blgpVjHpI/AAAAAAAAAfs/4nNz6IkAdCM/s320/Image1144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- You're the only one who can save me, but i don't think you can make it this&lt;br /&gt;time. Cause, the truth came out from your own mouth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;br /&gt;Just a short post, it's 12.50am already. And i'm still awake, tomorrow i must wake up @ 5.30am somemore. Hahs , so yes. Sunday , was a boring day too. Grandma came and thought of staying over. Ya allah, only god knows how much i miss my grandma . LOL. Then, talked to grandma about something . And she was like, " Eheh, dahsyat nye! " HAHA! So cute la nenek aqu :D&lt;br /&gt;Mum was all the way moody just now.. Haiyaa , i've been talking to her and repeating the same things, but she wouldn't understand a thing. Pfft! Buat penat aqu jekk bubal .__. Ohya, i just put down the phone. Was talking with Boyf just now, and he said something that really made me wanna fuck him inside out! I can't believe everything that he've told me just now until i said to him anything just msg and i put down the phone. Haihs, taq sangker kau gytu mcm. Thanks eheh, for telling me the truth. I know truth hurts, but i'd rather hear than you keep on telling me lies, toll ? Hmms, papwer la . Tomorrow is the day, boyf. Our one monthsary, and it hurts. Gahhhhhh. Whatever la anything la, i don't care anymore. BAI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MARISSA&lt;/u&gt;, KAN?&lt;/span&gt; .__.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-4021942071790343235?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4021942071790343235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/youre-only-one-who-can-save-me-but-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4021942071790343235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4021942071790343235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/youre-only-one-who-can-save-me-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-blgpVjHpI/AAAAAAAAAfs/4nNz6IkAdCM/s72-c/Image1144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-3397697941681081915</id><published>2010-05-08T21:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:34:32.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Be strong babe.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-VpyRBTq_I/AAAAAAAAAfk/LorVCs8kxFk/s1600/DSC05365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468893634794597362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-VpyRBTq_I/AAAAAAAAAfk/LorVCs8kxFk/s320/DSC05365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a boring Saturday .___. Thought of meeting Reena LP just now, but it was raining heavily and i was lazy. So yes, i cancelled it. Yesterday night, talked to sexaye boyf till 2am plus. Whoooooooooo , it was so fun talking to him :D And awww. He sang a song for me . (; I don't know why he was so sweet yesterday night, weird right? (O.o) Ohya, 3 more days to go baby! Kay whatever, today i woke up @ 12.30 noon. Bathed, eat and went back to sleep. LOL. Woke up at 4.15pm and eat again . Goshhh, i was damn hungry liao. Then went back to sleep. Woke up again at 7.00pm . Ate like , AGAIN. Whoooooooooosh, i'm gonna gain weight soon sia like this. I don't know why i eat alot nowadays.. Ohya, was webcam-ing with Aaiem. And he called me " GEMOK . " Am i that fat? );&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now currently chatting with Nunusiao. Haiyaaa , chill babe. Who the heck is that guy sia ? Akim or whatt sia name? Hmms, whatever it is, be strong ! You must prove to that person who passed around the rumours wrong! Trust me, don't give up so easily. I know you love A'az , so much. And i know he do love you more. Hehh, think positive babe. Everything's gonna turn well one day. Whatever happens, i'm always here to help you^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where the heck are you, sexaye boyf? );&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-3397697941681081915?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3397697941681081915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3397697941681081915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3397697941681081915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-VpyRBTq_I/AAAAAAAAAfk/LorVCs8kxFk/s72-c/DSC05365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-4079783128662683153</id><published>2010-05-07T23:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T23:25:50.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hate having periods.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-QrpTSbtdI/AAAAAAAAAfc/koxW0lykqg4/s1600/Image0814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468543836086842834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-QrpTSbtdI/AAAAAAAAAfc/koxW0lykqg4/s320/Image0814.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at 6.00am today. Yeah , i woke up late for school just now.. Still , i reached school on time . Hahs , my maid woke me up at 5.30am but i went back to sleep due to tiredness .__. So yes, i sat for my CPA Theory Paper today. WAHLAO, the paper so hard liao. I can't do sia , hahs . Me , Nunusiao and Fyqa kept on looking at each other showing our blur face. LOL. After school , we went to bubble tea shop to eat. Bought foods then go to this block, i don't know what block . Sat there and eat. While eating , we talked about something that really made us wanna cry. Haihs , whatever it is , i know that Karma's gonna help us :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So well, after eating , we wore henna (: Hahs , thanks to me! I wrote Emily on Nunusiao's hand, Sammy on Fyqa's hand , Jenny on Safura's hand and TOMMY on my hand! And i'm so proud of it , ok! Heeeeeeeeees~ While waiting for the henna to dry, Rafie and his gang came. Wahlaoweh , sumpaa taq pelu sehh perangai. I was seriously fucked up when i saw him showing me his ATTITUDE .__. No offence , Rafie . Mr Din even told me that you step abang-abang only ^^ So yes, sedar diri kau dulu , eheh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After drawing names on our hands, we went to Ang Mo Kio hub . Walk here and there and we went our seperate ways. Reached home , i went to sleep . Woke up , followed mum to Ang Mo Kio Hub , again .__.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum said , " Nurul , asal muker kau pucat? " And i was like (0.o) Why she asked me such a random question ? Gahhhhhh, i don't know why i look so pale today. I'm not sick , but i feel so weak. Why? Hmms , whatever la . Now currently chatting with Ajex Joker , satu-satunya brotherlove ku ny. (: Kay, BAI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fyqa said , " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kau ny da mcm mengandong la pulakk . Ny, tu taq buley. Sumer cerewet&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA, LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-4079783128662683153?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4079783128662683153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4079783128662683153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4079783128662683153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-QrpTSbtdI/AAAAAAAAAfc/koxW0lykqg4/s72-c/Image0814.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-4507919705811928228</id><published>2010-05-06T19:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:15:48.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILY.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-KrQs7gtCI/AAAAAAAAAfU/KLm4axecAnA/s1600/DSC05582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468121201008227362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-KrQs7gtCI/AAAAAAAAAfU/KLm4axecAnA/s320/DSC05582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Credits to Safura for taking that picture ^^ So yes, me and boyf talked things out yesterday night. Thank goddddd , everything goes well after that . Don't worry boyf, i won't repeat tha same mistakes again , i promise. Like i said earlier on , i need you . I suffered alott when you're not around, when you didn't message me . Yes , i know you felt that way too . I regretted so much contacting with that guy . Kay da , it's over . Ohya, today was my maths paper . Hahs , guess what . I left 3 pages blank (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The paper was very hard oke! I can't even thinkk ! I didn't bring my calculator somemore. Me and Fyqa was putted at tha back, so yes. I kept on calling Fyqa and said , " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fyqa , calculator!&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fyqa , ny answer apwer ?!&lt;/span&gt; " Hahs , and there we goes sharing our answers . In the end , i was too tired of thinking , i went too sleep . Whooooooooo , it was fun in my Lala-Land (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School ended quite early today, at 9.30am . Me, Fyqa , Safura and Nunusiao went to Prata Shop , eat then went off . I went home straight and the first thing my maid said to me was , " Nurul , dibelakang kamu ada bekas tu! " And walaaa! I rushed to the toilet , and i hate that part .___. Changed and went to sleep. Hahs , and here i am . Blogging :D Okayyyy, i'm superb lazy to post today. I don't know why liao. Ohya, tomorrow is my CPA Theory paper . Goshhhhhh, comfirm fail tha paper . But , practical's gonna help me pass (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now currently chatting with NanaCiner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; иαиαCιηєя says:&lt;br /&gt;bersabar nana . kuatkn nafsu . amin .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;* , It's ASYJEPON. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! Yeah ! Kuatkan nafsu kau Nana , aqu tawu kau bulehh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;` иαиαCιηєя says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;* , It's ASYJEPON. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;/span&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/526720644370007651-4507919705811928228?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4507919705811928228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4507919705811928228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4507919705811928228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-KrQs7gtCI/AAAAAAAAAfU/KLm4axecAnA/s72-c/DSC05582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-1344841202575712393</id><published>2010-05-05T22:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:28:55.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m sorry.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-GAb10jW7I/AAAAAAAAAfM/VDm-bX2-VPo/s1600/Image1113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467792638396816306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-GAb10jW7I/AAAAAAAAAfM/VDm-bX2-VPo/s320/Image1113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oke , tha picture . So random, and it looks awful , gahhhhh D: Today went to school, got malay exam. Ohmy, i don't know why i can't think sia today . ): The malay paper , i need to read it again and again. Guess what, i didn't even write my name on tha question paper. I forgot to check tha paper after doing it . During listening comprehension, while Cekgu Esfan was playing the tape, i day dream and i left almost 3 questions blank until i realised it. Haaaaaaaaaihs )': &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been saying this to Safura , " Safura, aqu rindu dhe, dhe taq rindu aqu kehh? ): " And there she goes saying that he misses me too and blahblahblah. I MISS HIM , I MISS HIS VOICE , I MISS HIS EVERYTHING . ): I know it was my fault for contacting with other guys behind your back. I don't have any intention to do that, i wanna tell you . But, it was too late . You found out about it already, and you're starting to lose hopes on me. I still remember when you told me that you're not gonna repeat tha same mistakes unless if i contact with other guys. So yes, i've broke your promises. Should i say, it's the end now? Goshhhhhhhh )': It's been 2 days and i've not received any replies from you. Not even one message . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For goodness sake, if you don't love me anymore. Text me just to tell me that , so that i don't need to waste my time thinking about it . Ohya, tomorrow is my maths paper. Hahs , i told mum earlier that i'm NOT gonna do the paper. Don't worry, the paper will forever be blank :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what, i know he LOVES rain . So yes, i sang yesterday night just to let the rain fall for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-1344841202575712393?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1344841202575712393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/1344841202575712393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/1344841202575712393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-GAb10jW7I/AAAAAAAAAfM/VDm-bX2-VPo/s72-c/Image1113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-6254282598206049315</id><published>2010-05-04T20:53:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:11:06.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467397181252560178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-AYxNKH5TI/AAAAAAAAAe0/QMivnbtm1XE/s320/DSC05554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Scolding me, showing me attitudes, throwing your temper at me. I accepted tha fact that i was in the wrong. Yes, it was my fault . I'm the cause of it, and i have to give in this time. But, appreciate what i've given, will you? You don't even think about your mistakes, you blamed EVERYTHING on me. Still, i'm trying to hold on. Ughhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today i woke up at 5.30am as per usual . Blahhhh, went out at 6.30am. Reached school, sat alone and waited for Safura . While waiting , i ate chocolate . Hmm, then Safura came. Talked to her , really felt like crying you know ): Then she also told me her story. Whoa , today is such a bad day for me, Nunusiao and Raraa . The three of us fought with our boyf at tha same time. Coincidence , right ? Kay, whatever . In school just now, i kept on saying " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maafkan aku&lt;/span&gt;. " until Safura gave up on me. Haihs, kalo luhr aqu ny kenek langgar then hylang ingatan , kan bagus. I can't even sleep, woke up in tha morning, i felt really weak. When it comes to eating time, i'll force myself to eat and not think of boyf. Such a pain in tha neck sia my life, fuuuuuuuuuck laa ! When will this end, boyf? When? End fast eh, i can't hold on much longer. Haihs, da . Then , after school i went home straight . Seriously, i'm not tha mood today. Reached home, boyf texted . Oke, it was unexpected that he actually texted me just by saying, " &lt;em&gt;BEST KWN NGN KHAI?&lt;/em&gt; " Ohmygeeeee ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And now, he's ignoring me already. I mean, like again . Firstly, he don't even forgive me about yesterday and we fought again today. ): It's ok, i understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Told Safura about it and she told me this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Safura : Babe, be strong. Taqmu mintak dhe break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me : I'm trying to hold on, babe. I'm trying. Haihs , da la. AMAN TAK SAYANG AKU )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And there she goes , cheering me up. Thanks eheh Safura ? Ohmy, tomorrow is my malay paper. I can't affect it on my studies. I must do well oke. I know that i didn't do quite well for my malay oral . :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUTO LUHR KAU, KHAI JEPON!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[A]sy[L]ut, will never end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is what friends are for.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ L'S Your Goodboy ? ] ~ says:&lt;br /&gt;hey asy&lt;br /&gt;i forgiven you because of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;it is also my fault&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;* , αsч-jeponn - says:&lt;br /&gt;Awww. It's oke luhr, i was at fault though.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have talked to you that way, i followed my ego too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ L'S Your Goodboy ? ] ~ says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry i didn't reply your msg yesterday&lt;br /&gt;it's ohkayh&lt;br /&gt;what past had already past rite ?&lt;br /&gt;so lets move onn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;* , αsч-jeponn - says:&lt;br /&gt;Okeoke (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ L'S Your Goodboy ? ] ~ says:&lt;br /&gt;(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-6254282598206049315?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6254282598206049315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/lie-is-just-great-story-that-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/6254282598206049315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/6254282598206049315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/lie-is-just-great-story-that-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S-AYxNKH5TI/AAAAAAAAAe0/QMivnbtm1XE/s72-c/DSC05554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-3895018240626889973</id><published>2010-05-03T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T20:17:19.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S9676z6mQCI/AAAAAAAAAes/nwXropeLHfU/s1600/Image1046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467013616717152290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S9676z6mQCI/AAAAAAAAAes/nwXropeLHfU/s320/Image1046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a public holiday , kan ? So yes, i didn't go anywhere , i stayed as home as usual . Good girl mahhh (: Whatever la , i'm not in tha mood , but i still wanna post . Such a boring day, ughhhh . I hate today, seriously. Idw to elaborate more about today. Haaaaaaaaaaihs , Lutfil Smally. I'm so sorry , friend . I didn't meant to say those words to you. You should know that i'm not in tha good mood , right ? You still have the guts to say that i don't even have feelings for others. It's not that i don't, i do have. I do care for you, friend . Remember when you said , &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sehydop ' sematy , [A]sy[L]ut&lt;/span&gt;? Where did it go? It's all gone , friend . I do treasure you, it's not that i don't . I just need time to make myself feel ease. Yes, you did cheer me up. Many times, thank you so much . I appreciate it alott , but please . For once, understand my situation now.. Tomorrow you're gonna make stupid stuffs? Don't be stupid , Lutfil . I need you, all of us needs you. Don't think that way, friend . I'm so sorry for tha harsh words, oke? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boyf , i'm really sorry. It's not that i don't trust you. It's just that, you don't even wanna tell me what you work as . How am i on earth gonna believe that you're actually working ? I heard SO MANY rumours about you, i tried of thinking positive things and ignore what they have said to me. When you sent me that kind of messages, don't you know how hurt i was ? You don't even have tha guts to say that you're sorry for it . I guess, i have to give in this time. I guess , it WAS my fault for not trusting your words in tha first place . I'm so sorry, boyf )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-3895018240626889973?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3895018240626889973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3895018240626889973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3895018240626889973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S9676z6mQCI/AAAAAAAAAes/nwXropeLHfU/s72-c/Image1046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-5901766336171368139</id><published>2010-05-02T11:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:09:09.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IHY.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S90TUYm53sI/AAAAAAAAAek/byK4o9wrsds/s1600/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466546763621588674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S90TUYm53sI/AAAAAAAAAek/byK4o9wrsds/s320/Picture+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was my bad day ever , yes. I went to Aunt's house to celebrate grandpa's birthday. Everybody was having so much fun , laughing here and there . I sat one corner and did my own things . They asked me what's wrong, i just kept quiet . Sister told me not to think about it, but i just can't. When everybody was eating, i didn't . When they asked me to eat , i just replied , " I've eaten. " Haaaaaaaaaaihs , i can't hold on much longer . At night , he called . Telling me that he just came back from Johor . I was happy in tha first place, but i still can't forget about the incident. Now, i'm online and he's online too. Guess what , we're drifting apart . So yes, don't ask me how's my relationship. I'm gonna reply, idk for sure. It seems so complicating , haaaaaaaaihs. I guess today, i'll just stay at home . I seriously got no mood to go out or whatsoever . Ohya, people have been saying to me " Don't make this probs affects on your studies. " Goshh , i won't . I believe that i can cope on my studies . I hate affecting things on my studies. Haaaaihs ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna say thanks to certain people who helped me alot . And they are, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nunusiao&lt;/span&gt; : Thanks bloodsister. Sorry for the incident that happened on that Friday. Yeahs, i felt guilty in tha first place , but afterall. I guess , i can't say anythng more now.. Thanks byi (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kirin&lt;/span&gt; : Thanks for making me go to the right way. Idk how to make myself feel ease. Seriously, i gave up . I'll try my very best to accept tha fact ayy? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ijahsan&lt;/span&gt; : Thank you so much kak! You've been there to make me understand my situation now. I was soo blank and you're there to show me which is the right way.. Thanks ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;V Jay&lt;/span&gt; : Brotherlove ku ny (: Oh yes, thanks V Jay. Eventhough you've just came out from that dirty place, you were still there to lend me a shoulder to cry on. Yeahs, i guess you're right. I have the guts to slap his face for doing that , hah . Let's wait and see (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And some other people , lazy to mention their names. Hmms , thank you so much guys.. I think i have the courage now. Hahs , i'm gonna accept tha fact then . Whatever happens , i'm ready to face reality :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-5901766336171368139?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5901766336171368139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5901766336171368139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5901766336171368139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S90TUYm53sI/AAAAAAAAAek/byK4o9wrsds/s72-c/Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-8882187842291108953</id><published>2010-05-01T14:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T15:28:14.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S9vMpppB3sI/AAAAAAAAAeU/XmSnVwmBK4w/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466187588668874434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S9vMpppB3sI/AAAAAAAAAeU/XmSnVwmBK4w/s320/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-She said , " You're weak in this relationship. " I said, " Yes, i'm not strong enough . ): " She gave me a * big-tight-hug * and said, " You're strong adek. (: "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, i got to know something . When i read it, i froze for like 2 mins and sat down crying. I can't believe every single words that she've told me . I was damn dissapointed with him , like again ):&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaihs , i told Ijahsan so many things . She told me to talked to him and asked him why is he acting this way. You know whut , i regretted for not picking up his calls yesterday , if not i would have asked him so many questions already ):&lt;br /&gt;Until now, he didn't even have the guts to contact me . Haaaaaaaihs. You said you wanna last longer this time, what's all this? I knew it, we won't last long this time. When we broke that time, you were the one who kept on looking for me , wanting me back in your life. When i gave you my heart once again, this was what i get ? You promised me that you won't repeat the same mistakes again , what's all this ? You don't wanna make me feel hurt , dissapointed . What the heck are you thinking, Izman ?! Don't say it's just because of your BROTHERLOVE , you're doing this to me . Now, i don't know what to do with you. Call me right away, i wanna ask you so many questions . I wanna know what's your motive of doing all this craps, seriously . I don't feel that you really love me . You'll always call me every night , wishing me such a long msg every night just to say that you love me. I trust your words , yes. I really do, to be truthful . I miss your voice , but when i got to know this . I don't feel like you're mine anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;110410 &lt;/span&gt;gonna end soon? )))))))))))))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-8882187842291108953?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8882187842291108953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/yesterday-night-i-got-to-know-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/8882187842291108953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/8882187842291108953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/yesterday-night-i-got-to-know-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S9vMpppB3sI/AAAAAAAAAeU/XmSnVwmBK4w/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-8138963706562431387</id><published>2010-04-30T18:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T21:44:17.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S9qwaSLRBaI/AAAAAAAAAeM/kegkoXDtf9c/s1600/%7B+O+%7D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465875063369696674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S9qwaSLRBaI/AAAAAAAAAeM/kegkoXDtf9c/s320/%7B+O+%7D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm backk, people ! Miss me right? Haha :D Ohya, my blog was dead you knoww. So yes, i'm back to make it active once again! Oh yes, Mid Year Exams is around the corner , i wanna study hard so that i can pass all my subjects . ((((((((: MACPA LAH KAU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, i was dammmmmn tired. Accompanied my mum to Ang Mo Kio Hub and went to grandma's house after that . At night , when i was sleeping . C'mon , it's 2.00am in the morning, Bi called me .___. Orang nga ngantok , dhe FRESH .__. On the phone with him for awhile, hehh . I don't understand what i talked to him yesterday. In the end , hanged up the call and went back to sleep . Fuyoooooooo ! At last ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kayyy whatever, i just came back from Causeway Point . Today i had my english exam , paper 1 was great ! I love it, when it comes to paper 2, i left many blanks in tha first place but in the end, i finished the paper . So yes, after school i went to Causeway Point with Nunusiao, Rara Small Kid, Fyqa and Badrina . Whoa , it was so fun ok! Ohya! I saw Dinah Rockstar there , i was like " DINAHH! " And we hugged , awwwww. After that , while me and the rest was walking around, i saw Ajex Joker . Awww. Much misses you knowww ): It's been a very long time ever since i last met him ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SETAKAT PELOK TANGAN PON SALAH EHEH BYI? Hah ! I felt really guilty after that .__.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we went to Banquet and eat. After eating, sat behind Metro and took pictures. And i went to meet mum after that , so yes. Here i am , blogging :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything's out , idiots.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So what if my parents are divorcing ? You got problem with it, is it? Why don't you laugh right in front of my face rather than spreading it around ? You're such a pain in the neck , fucker! Same goes to &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;. Everything's out now, i don't wanna waste my time with you anymore. I don't entertain this kind of &lt;strong&gt;BULLSHITS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-8138963706562431387?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8138963706562431387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/8138963706562431387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/8138963706562431387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S9qwaSLRBaI/AAAAAAAAAeM/kegkoXDtf9c/s72-c/%7B+O+%7D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-7916223977830350558</id><published>2010-04-27T20:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T18:46:43.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S9bdwt9-R8I/AAAAAAAAAeE/ApYcaGZTSaw/s1600/cats%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464799026903664578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S9bdwt9-R8I/AAAAAAAAAeE/ApYcaGZTSaw/s320/cats%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going kinda well nowadays. Thought of posting yesterday, but i was too tired . So yes, just update a little bit . Let me tell you what happened yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; : Woke up at 5.30am in the morning, get ready for school . Went off to school at 6.30am and bought chocolate :D&lt;br /&gt;Well yes, i was the first one who reached school .__. So i have to wait for my other friends to come, while waiting i ate my chocolate . Hehh . Okayyy, i don't remember what was my first lesson . Skipppppppp , after recess was our mother tongue lesson . Whoa , Cekgu Esfan is back from Indonesia ! Oh yes, when i stepped in tha class , Cekgu Esfan called me " MENTEL " .___.&lt;br /&gt;But , don't worry .. I did concentrate on his lesson yesterday until he said " Whoa , awak niary taq pikey pasal Tommy pulak eh? " Oh yes , Mid Year Exam coming whoy! Kayyy whatever, after school me and Safura went to mum's workplace and waited for her . While waiting for her, we walked around Ang Mo Kio Hub. Hmms, like no life like that .___.&lt;br /&gt;Then , when mum finished working already, we proceeded to block 322 and slacked there for awhile. Safura went off first then me and mum went to grandma's house which was at Upper Serangoon there . Haaaaaaaaaihs , family problem still haven't settle yet. Reached grandma's house, i was having a fever .___. Mum had to take cab home with me along. Haaaaihs, thanks mum! ^^ At home, so many things happened :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today &lt;/span&gt;: Woke up at 5.30am in tha morning as per usual . Bathed , went to school . Met Lutfil Smally at Yishun MRT Station, while talking to him . Wan Prankster walked pass us , whoa . Mawu maintain luhr kau pehh jalan , pfft! Reached school , i was feeling superb weak . I didn't talked alot today, during maths lesson i slept like again . Fuuuuuuyo , it was so fun in my Lala Land (((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;After school , Bi called me when i was on the way to mum's workplace . Talked to him for awhile only , then i meet mum. We went home together, reached home i called Bi. He never pick up .__. Kau tito ker coma sia ? After awhile, he called me back and i got irritated with him like all of a sudden. Haaaaaaaaihs, facebook tu pompan . Peyy saket hati ! )': Ohya Bi, banyak kau pehh tanak leypak eheh ? Hmms, call/msg pon tidakk . SYABAS BUAT ANDA ! :D&lt;br /&gt;Now currently chatting with Lutfil Smally and NanaCiner. Told them about my problems that i'm having now. Haaaaaaaihs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* , αsч-jeponn - says:&lt;br /&gt;Aqu sodey uhuh , Lutfil ! )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[ L'S ] ~ says:&lt;br /&gt;brape kali nak bilang ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* , αsч-jeponn - says:&lt;br /&gt;Smpai aqu da happy baru aqu stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[ L'S ] ~ says:&lt;br /&gt;dari tady pat class kau msg aku&lt;br /&gt;kau kena redha , pahsal ini kehendak illahi&lt;br /&gt;cheyy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* , αsч-jeponn - says:&lt;br /&gt;Hah , suda lahhh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aqu naq serahkan diri aqu ngan batu belah , batu bertangkop tu uhuh !&lt;br /&gt;BAI UH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;` иαиαCιηєя &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pat maner tuu nurul ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* , αsч-jeponn - says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pat Malaysia !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;` иαиαCιηєя &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;kau adwer ticket bus taq ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* , αsч-jeponn - says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taqpe, Mas Selamat aja aqu cmne naq berenang sampai 3 hari dalam aer . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I CAN SURVIVE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;` иαиαCιηєя &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tuu smp johor dol ! batu belah batu bertangkup atas sikeyt . lagyy ponn tuu aryy dier aru migrate pyy U.S . kau gyy laen kalyy jekk laa .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[ L'S ] ~ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;prangai citer P.Ramlee ! hahahah ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* , αsч-jeponn - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aluhr , aqu da give up sehh )': &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;WHOA , BEST. PERANGAI P.RAMLEE TOLL KYTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-7916223977830350558?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7916223977830350558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/7916223977830350558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/7916223977830350558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S9bdwt9-R8I/AAAAAAAAAeE/ApYcaGZTSaw/s72-c/cats%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-4432386381139595912</id><published>2010-04-25T18:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:32:33.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FVCK.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S9QVyw83UwI/AAAAAAAAAd0/TvT0xbhtpbo/s1600/Image1071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464016209785082626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S9QVyw83UwI/AAAAAAAAAd0/TvT0xbhtpbo/s320/Image1071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just came back from Punggol . Thought of going Hougang and slack there for awhile . But , i got no time already , so rushed home . Me , NanaCiner and Kirin met Rashid at Punggol . Then , go his house . Ohya, his mum superb best (: I loike sia ~ Hah , while his mum was cooking something for us to eat , dad called . When i looked at his number , i really feel like throwing that handphone outside the window seh . Haihs , i didn't pick up tha call . In the end , Rashid's mum talked to dad and everything goes well after that. Thank you so much, aunty :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum called me after that, and yes. She was crying , i cried too . Saaaaaaaaaaad storyy . Whatever it is, i'm not gonna stay with dad . He's pathetic , like seriously . I've told you earlier , dad . I may forget about tha past , but that doesn't mean that i've forgiven you. So yes, i don't care talking bad things about you here . You're asking for it , come on . My blog, it's not private . READ THIS, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now currently waiting for NanaCiner to message me . Ohya, thanks Nana for cheering me up just now.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayyy luhr , i got no mood already to post . Bai la Bai .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LUB YOU TOO. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-4432386381139595912?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4432386381139595912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4432386381139595912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4432386381139595912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S9QVyw83UwI/AAAAAAAAAd0/TvT0xbhtpbo/s72-c/Image1071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-499720120127631372</id><published>2010-04-24T14:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:35:17.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bored Saturday.'/><title type='text'>I hate today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S9QUkrW2a6I/AAAAAAAAAds/VGt5oN7j7uI/s1600/Image1073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464014868253666210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S9QUkrW2a6I/AAAAAAAAAds/VGt5oN7j7uI/s320/Image1073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* , αsч-jeponn - says:&lt;br /&gt;Idk sehh ? Hah .&lt;br /&gt;Carekkan ? Ishk , taqpela . Dhe playboy tau, so yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Senang naq dapat pompan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;♦ ♢ `ιנαнsαη ™ ♦ ♢ ; dah rilek lahh says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* , αsч-jeponn - says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;♦ ♢ `ιנαнsαη ™ ♦ ♢ ; dah rilek lahh says:&lt;br /&gt;asal u aderh anak playboy nik !&lt;br /&gt;gy beat dierh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* , αsч-jeponn - says:&lt;br /&gt;I aja dhe cmne naq seduce pompan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;♦ ♢ `ιנαнsαη ™ ♦ ♢ ; dah rilek lahh says:&lt;br /&gt;mampus bie . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Read that ? Hah , speechless sia member. Oh yes, Tommy knows everything (: As i said earlier , he's a playboy . So yes, you should know eheh Nunusiao? Emiy, forget Tommy. I've been teaching him how to seduce girl all this while and he's getting better as days past . Aisehh bedahh , Asyuhada is being a good mother to Tommy you know :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went out with mum , sisterlove and cousin . Ohya, i'm an aunty alr ): Her daughter just called me " Aunty ". Ohmy, am i that old ? Hah , sad life uhuh . Went home at around 11pm plus . Reached home and on the phone with Izman Hairil . Ohya, you still have the guts to wish me such a long good night wish . Shhhhhhhhhh , you know i know eheh ? Sweet luhr kau :D Kay , bai ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ya Allah, i miss V Jay, Epul , Zul Ciner , Boi Jep. I miss them so much , let them out for goodness sake . Please ):&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-499720120127631372?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/499720120127631372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/s-jeponn-says-idk-sehh-hah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/499720120127631372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/499720120127631372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/s-jeponn-says-idk-sehh-hah.html' title='I hate today.'/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S9QUkrW2a6I/AAAAAAAAAds/VGt5oN7j7uI/s72-c/Image1073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-6720745522664148575</id><published>2010-04-23T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:54:20.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second post.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eric Boi Ω says:&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;so hows life?&lt;br /&gt;tommy baik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;* , αsч-jeponn - says:&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING! Tommy? Aww. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He just broke up with his girlf ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eric Boi Ω says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;* , αsч-jeponn - says:&lt;br /&gt;Idk? His ex girlf told me that he's on timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eric Boi Ω says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;kesiaannn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;* , αsч-jeponn - says:&lt;br /&gt;That's why, he keep quiet from just now seyy . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Haihs , pity him sia . Nevermind, he's kinda playboy . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So yes, senang dapat pompan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eric Boi Ω says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[ L'S ] ~ says:&lt;br /&gt;tommy sihat ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;* , αsч-jeponn - says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tpyy dhe baru break ngan mataey dhe uhuh , dhe nga sedey skrng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[ L'S ] ~ says:&lt;br /&gt;alah . bilang dier takmo sad'sad uhrc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whoooooooooooo , at last ! Someone asked me about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tommy&lt;/span&gt; :D &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/526720644370007651-6720745522664148575?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6720745522664148575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/eric-boi-says-d-so-hows-life-tommy-baik.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/6720745522664148575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/6720745522664148575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/eric-boi-says-d-so-hows-life-tommy-baik.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-6285806558925117259</id><published>2010-04-23T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:12:03.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tommy.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463268808042834626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S9FuCQfdasI/AAAAAAAAAdc/B-akj5lRqcE/s320/cats.jpg" /&gt;You're the best,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; bloodsister&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ohya Nunusiao, i'm NOT short okayyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;br /&gt;Today i went school earlier than yesterday. I was the first one to reached school (: Thought of going school with Fyqa but she was late , so yes. Left her and bought chocolate :D Waited for my other friends , then Safura came. Then Fyqa , we talked craps while waiting for the others. Then Nunusiao came, after that . Whoa , i gave her a &lt;strong&gt;big-wide-sweet-smile&lt;/strong&gt; like again . Hehh , i'll always smile when i see her. Haha , LOL. During assembly, our english department teachers acted some skits. Hah , it was so funny . But , i can't understand what they're talking about .__.&lt;br /&gt;After assembly was our PE. Bored okayyyy! All of us had to play our own activities . I sat beside while messaging Lutfil Smally. After that was our maths lesson, we had to do our test. Oh my, don't ask me about maths questions can or not? Hah , guess what. I only did &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; questions as i was so blank sia . Ms Lee came to me and said ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ms Lee : Asyuhada, why you never do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me : Cher , i give up alr .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ms Lee : How come can like that one? You just won't concentrate during your maths lesson. How are you gonna pass ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me : Aluhr , i also don't care la .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ms Lee walked awayyy. Hah , maths.. Gonna turn myself upside down sia . Blahhh, after that was our english lesson. English was so fun :D&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Ohya, who the hell on earth stole my english file, i swear that you're gonna get hit by a big lorry with 4 huge tyres until you're fuckingly dead .&lt;/span&gt; Ughhhh , whatever it is. I bought a new file already (: But , i'm still not happy with the person who stole my file .__. I have to do the recent worksheets all over again ))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, i can study more english :D Oh , i love english ! Okayyy, after english we had CPA. Mr Nathan like again , caught me for not cutting my finger nails .__. Had to stay back after school to cut my finger nails right in front of his eyes . Happy enough or not, Mr Nathan? (:&lt;br /&gt;Then , bell rangggggggg. And i'm off to Ang Mo Kio Hub with Nunusiao and Safura . Accompanied Nunusiao to buy her hairband and ear sticks and we went to block 424 to slack . While slacking, Nunusiao browsed through my phone. And we dance like there's no tomorrow. HAHA! Oh , don't worry . The birds joined us dance too (: Kayyy whatever, waited for Sarah at Ang Mo Kio MRT Station. While waiting , Nunusiao burst out her tears. &lt;em&gt;Sigh, chill ayy? Karma's gonna help you for this, trust me. She's gonna look for you one day&lt;/em&gt; :D After that, i went home . Met Lutfil Smally at Yishun MRT and he accompanied me home . Awww. Kesian kau, hylangkan tatoo eheh? Ohya, jangan sampai [ insertname ] tawu sia . Siap kau kene flush dalam jamban , haha ! Kahy , da BAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bende dah lepas tk blh patah balek ke ?&lt;/em&gt;" (O.o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-6285806558925117259?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6285806558925117259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/youre-best-bloodsister-d-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/6285806558925117259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/6285806558925117259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/youre-best-bloodsister-d-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S9FuCQfdasI/AAAAAAAAAdc/B-akj5lRqcE/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-497215077665447989</id><published>2010-04-22T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:39:31.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second post.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Nurul bie,&lt;br /&gt;I dont know wht the hell is wrong with you. But I knw things are not going well for you nor any of us. But instead of acusing people of being strangers, or forgetting friends, just be strong and believe in yourself. I knw I haven't been there for you guys lately. But does that mean I dont love you guys anymore? Does that mean I dont think about you guys anymore? I do think of you guys. I do miss you all. But Im studying. And you all cant understand that?? You nurul can't you understand that??? Hais. You don't trust me, and all of your negative feelings in your heart because of your life, you're pushing it all to me. What is this ???????&lt;br /&gt;I promise you bie, I promise ALL OF YOU, We will NEVER BE SEPARATED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Guess what, i was browsing through Ijahsan's blog and i saw this . Oh my, i didn't know that i meant so much to her. Sigh, i'm so sorry for the misunderstanding. You're not there when all of us suffered about the case. I was so stress until i can't even say a word about you. Trust me, i love you kay kak? Da , i do understand you :D It's just that, i have this negative thoughts of you. You should have told me earlier that you're studying for your Mid Year Exams. So that i can understand you in the first place. You went MIA like all of a sudden, how am i on earth gonna think postive about you? Hah , whatever it is. I'll be waiting for this Monday ayy? :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;* DON CASPER, CEPAT KELUAR :D *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-497215077665447989?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/497215077665447989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/nurul-bie-i-dont-know-wht-hell-is-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/497215077665447989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/497215077665447989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/nurul-bie-i-dont-know-wht-hell-is-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-4358825041539057945</id><published>2010-04-22T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:48:37.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ALIENS.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S9A9frD244I/AAAAAAAAAdU/uxQI2c_VyBg/s1600/17037_1272273941207_1660654206_664530_7244922_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462933962344555394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S9A9frD244I/AAAAAAAAAdU/uxQI2c_VyBg/s320/17037_1272273941207_1660654206_664530_7244922_n%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was not in tha good mood in school just now. I don't know why? I kept quiet for like a few times? Kay , i did laugh but not that much as yesterday. Sigh , i'm so dissapointed with Ijahsan . She's not here when i needed her . She don't even have the guts to look for me, sisterloves or strangers ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kayyyy, whatever . After school , i went home straight . Reached home, NanaCiner , Lutfil Smally and all was already here . So yes, they asked me to loiter with them but i was freaking tired . So i went to sleep , at around 7.00pm sharp i woke up. Accompanied NanaCiner and sister to NorthPoint to buy something for my lil'brother . It's his birthday today, ahhhh . Now, here i am :D I'm currently chatting with Izman Hairil now ((((((((((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're forgiven ayy, Aman? Forget about tha past, friends are better than enemies . Terus hyper satu mcm sia member? (O.o) It's so surprising huh when i heard that you're studying now? Hah , that's what i wanna hear all this while , you know.. Hehe (: Oke da , bye. Just a short post for today, malas . Anything just text my number okayyy? :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SISTERLOVES OR STRANGERS? SIGH ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-4358825041539057945?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4358825041539057945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4358825041539057945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/4358825041539057945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S9A9frD244I/AAAAAAAAAdU/uxQI2c_VyBg/s72-c/17037_1272273941207_1660654206_664530_7244922_n%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-6932482272489557560</id><published>2010-04-21T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:54:31.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S87VFisLmlI/AAAAAAAAAdM/f4pkrFh2Z6A/s1600/Photo081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462537689235167826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S87VFisLmlI/AAAAAAAAAdM/f4pkrFh2Z6A/s320/Photo081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ape2 jadik . Jgn pikeh aman tk menyayangi nurul . )))))))))):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at 6.30am in the morning just now, was freaking tired ! Fuyoooooooooo, i forced myself to wake up. Then go bath and get ready for school , texted Fyqa and went to school with her . Ohya, mcm biaser jugak . Bought chocolates :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morning, when i woke up . Oh my, my stomach was absolutely cramp. I can't walk properly you knowww. So pain , whatever . Then , in school . So many things happened (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wore henna yesterday , it was Safura's henna . Ms Vanessa saw it and she asked ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ms Vanessa : Kenape awak pakai inai ? Sapwer kahwen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me : Hehh , maq sayer kahwen lagyy (((((((((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Safura : * Laughed *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kayyyy whatever, she was so shoked when i said that . Hah , best or whatt if my mum marry again (: Then just now got CPA lesson, sumpaa Mr Nathan irritating. He saw me wearing necklace and he wanted to confiscate it like again ! Me and Nunu panicked like one kind already, hah . After school , all of us went home . Reached home, NanaCiner was already here :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awww, she's like everyday come here sia . Haha , funfun ! Okayyy, met Lutfil Smally, Fifie SatSat , Syimah Shorty and their friends under my block. Loiter with them for awhile only, then went home. Kayyyy, i was so tired. Thought of sleeping just now, in the end Aman texted me. Hmms ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nurul , aman mintak maaf lah . Kerane aman hanye sementare dalam hidop nurul .&lt;/span&gt; " Ughhhhh )': I almost cried when i read that msg, haaaaaaaaaaaaaihs. Now then i know the true story , thanks to YOU ! Ohya, you should have told me earlier, Aman . You shouldn't have been keeping it to yourself , let everything out next time. Should i forgive him, or not? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-6932482272489557560?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6932482272489557560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/ape2-jadik.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/6932482272489557560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/6932482272489557560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/ape2-jadik.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S87VFisLmlI/AAAAAAAAAdM/f4pkrFh2Z6A/s72-c/Photo081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-3186066836975499390</id><published>2010-04-20T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:02:13.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gone..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S82S6ijszpI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ZjR16A6BPDI/s1600/24365_1305956703255_1660654206_732566_8387040_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462183457476890258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S82S6ijszpI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ZjR16A6BPDI/s320/24365_1305956703255_1660654206_732566_8387040_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exboyf --&gt; Esplanade boys --&gt; Daddy. Ughhh, all gone ! ))))))))))))):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating NIPS chocolate from just now. This is the only way that can make me feel ease even a little. I woke up as per usual in the morning, was running on a fever because of yesterday. Met Fyqa at Ang Mo Kio mrt and walked to school with her. I had fun in school just now, laughed alot. When i reached home, Lutfil Smally and NanaCiner was already at my house. So yes, accompanied them to Epul's house as Epul's dad wanna meet Kirin . Me, NanaCiner and Lutfil Smally waited for Kirin at 751. While waiting, we saw Zul Ciner's father . And NanaCiner wanted to know about Zul Ciner. When Kirin came down to meet us, NanaCiner and Kirin went to Zul Ciner's house to ask about Zul. Me and Lutfil Smally waited for them , when i saw NanaCiner coming down the stairs while bursting all her tears, i heard Kirin said that Zul Ciner and all of them are in Boys' Home now.. Gosh , i was extremely speechless when i heard about it. NanaCiner cried like there's no tomorrow. Me and Kirin tried to cheer her up when we were on the way home . Was waiting for the traffic light and i saw David SatSat . Hmms, sumpaa the rinduu :D Kayyy, whatever . Reached home, i started to miss those days with Wan Prankster, Zul Ciner, V-jay and Boi Jep. If they were still here , comfirm there's laughter everywhere i go..&lt;br /&gt;Now, they are gone. I'll just have to wait for them then. I'm waiting for mum to come back . She went to the court just now, i was freaking sad. I still can't accept the fact that they're actually gonna make this thing real . Sigh, i really feel like dying alr ):&lt;br /&gt;God , he've moved on. Why can't i? Eventhough you're my worst ex , still i do have the feeling of love towards you. Da bye . Wanna do my Home Econs coursework..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-3186066836975499390?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3186066836975499390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3186066836975499390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3186066836975499390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/daddy.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S82S6ijszpI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ZjR16A6BPDI/s72-c/24365_1305956703255_1660654206_732566_8387040_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-7975491838549258630</id><published>2010-04-19T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:20:35.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moved on.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i1036.photobucket.com/albums/a447/asyjepon/24341_1318191849126_1660654206_7568.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;FUCK THAT NECKLACE, NYAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Kayyy, fake eheh Aaiem . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;br /&gt;Today is Monday , right? I woke up at 5.40 in the morning, wash up. Get ready for school and went off at 6.30 am. Whoa , i was damn tired just now.. I don't know why? So yes, reached school , went to parade square while waiting for my other friends to come . Fyqa came after a while, talked to her . Then , Badrina came . Oh my, got to know something . It's really awful , you knoww. Haihs , taqku sangke taqku duke eheh Nunu? Whatever it is, i'm still here for you (:&lt;br /&gt;It was fun just now in school , i laughed alot actually. When it was our malay lesson, cekgu Esfan didn't came so we had a relief teacher. Well, the teacher is freaking hot okayyyy! Hehh , everybody says that, idk why? Admit it , Asyuhada! He's hot :D Kayyy, whatever . After that was our english lesson. Ughhhh, this part i hate the most. Ms Ho and Ms Vanessa teaches us english la kannnn, so the mendakk . I was damn sleepy oke.. But , i tried controlling my eyes . Hahs , SA1 naq dekat whoy . Mestyy mawu belaja (: Had been sharing answers with Nunu. Got one part which Nunu and me did some actings with Ms Vanessa (: Hahs ,we got our test papers back and we have to do our corrections. Hehh, my paper was in my back but i just kept quiet. While Ms Vanessa was going through the paper, i marked the paper on my own :D Nunu's paper was missing at that moment, she looked for it , but it wasn't in her bag. After doing our corrections, she found her paper inside her bag, i thinkk? So yes, she came to me and asked for help. Hah , i went to Ms Vanessa and acted something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Ahhh, cher . I found Nunu's paper inside my bag uh , hehh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ms Vanessa : How come it's in your bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: You asked me for whatt? Ask the paper la . Ahh cher, Nunu no need stayback ehh? She found her paper alr what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Vanessa: Ridiculous reason, child! Ask her to copy the corrections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: * Giggles *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave Nunu her paper, and she said " BABI KAU! " Hah , da baek aqu tolong, dari taq? (:&lt;br /&gt;After english, we went home . Thought of loitering just now, but there's something going on at home . So yes, i have to rush home. Reached home, mum was still sleeping .___.&lt;br /&gt;Asked her about it, she told me that she was too tired. Hmms, maybe she'll be going alone, without dad coming along. Hahs , great idea myi :D&lt;br /&gt;NanaCiner came with Amelina Shorty. So yes, i read someone's blog . I got really sad after reading his blog. WAHLAO. NanaCiner tried to cheer me up by asking me to play in the rain together with her. Well yes, we played in the rain :D It was damn fun okayyyy! I tried forgetting the pain that i'm having now. NanaCiner, me , Amelina and Kirin sat down in the rain while praying for the Esplanades boys to come out of the lock up as soon as possible. While, i prayed about something else. Hehh , hope that can happen eheh? AMIN . :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh goddd, now my whole body is aching D:&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, Dinah Rockstar. If you're reading this kannnn, anything just message me Arwah Dan mum's number . I'll try my veryvery best to help you ayy? (:&lt;br /&gt;Kayyyy da, da mcm type compo la pulakk aqu ny. BAI.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-7975491838549258630?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7975491838549258630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuck-that-necklace-nyahahaha-kayyy-fake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/7975491838549258630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/7975491838549258630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuck-that-necklace-nyahahaha-kayyy-fake.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-2358347363732203431</id><published>2010-04-18T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:07:05.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIE.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S8rq9yBJGLI/AAAAAAAAAc8/H5TIqvUU3Lo/s1600/Image1032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461435845259630770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S8rq9yBJGLI/AAAAAAAAAc8/H5TIqvUU3Lo/s320/Image1032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Hi. Hey.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dissapointed with WanPrankster. Brotherlove(s) sendirik, sanggop kau angkot kan skalyy. Hmms , i'm so stress liao. I hate APRIL, seriously . I hate this month )))))):&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Monday, i don't wanna make my babygirls in school worry looking at me in this situation. Sigh , parents ? Yes, talking about parents? Tomorrow is the day, goodbye dad. I'll always remember you, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;Now, all my brotherlove(s) are in the lock up.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Epul&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Boi Jep&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;V-jay&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Zul Ciner&lt;/span&gt;, i'll be waiting for you guys okayyy? When you're out , don't repeat the same mistakes again . WanPrankster, i don't know what to say to you.. You've dissapointed me , so muchhhhh D:&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is eheh Ewan , just wait for your &lt;strong&gt;REVENGE &lt;/strong&gt;(: I'll never forget about the revenge, i promise .. Hmms, i've been comforting mum from just now.. Gosh , i know how she feels.&lt;em&gt; Guys will forever be guys sia&lt;/em&gt; . How i wish mum never marry dad . All this wouldn't have happened , right? My siblings, we're seperated . Ughhhhh ! I fuckingly gonna hate my dad ! )': If he really love mum and all his children, he will NEVER do this to us ):&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i can concentrate on my studies tomorrow. I can't even laugh . I'll just give a fake smile to everyone i know.. Sigh, i hate this kind of life . Seriously, i'm thinking about dying? :x&lt;br /&gt;Now currently chatting with Aaiem's lil'sister through facebook. Awww, she's so kind ok! Oh yes, adekk . I miss those happy times too :D&lt;br /&gt;BE A BETTER MAN LA , CAN?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-2358347363732203431?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2358347363732203431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/2358347363732203431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/2358347363732203431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S8rq9yBJGLI/AAAAAAAAAc8/H5TIqvUU3Lo/s72-c/Image1032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-2971619413601191524</id><published>2010-04-18T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T02:44:09.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gone in a second.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;03.15.11.04.10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Je vous aime toujours, à vrai dire. J'ai encore besoin de vous, oui. Rappelez-vous quand nous avions l'habitude d'appeler les uns les autres chaque nuit juste pour entendre nos voix? Rappelez-vous quand vous m'avez demandé de chanter juste parce que vous vouliez tomber la pluie? Rappelez-vous quand nous avons mis le téléphone et vous me le texte comme un long message juste pour me souhaiter un souhait bonsoir. Vous rappelez-vous qui vous réveille chaque matin? Je me souviens encore de ces jours, cher. Maintenant, tu m'as laissé avec ce genre de manière. Après tout ce qui s'est passé, me demandant si je suis encore en colère contre vous ne pourrez pas me faire sentir l'aise. Je veux juste que vous sachiez combien vous êtes fait pour moi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-2971619413601191524?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2971619413601191524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/je-vous-aime-toujours-vrai-dire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/2971619413601191524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/2971619413601191524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/je-vous-aime-toujours-vrai-dire.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-5250747659866684321</id><published>2010-04-17T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T02:42:28.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly Boy.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S8mdckFbheI/AAAAAAAAAcs/sjvxZGHqziw/s1600/14993_109401965740349_100000116392976_247007_3741867_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461069137211786722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S8mdckFbheI/AAAAAAAAAcs/sjvxZGHqziw/s320/14993_109401965740349_100000116392976_247007_3741867_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's that guy, hmms. Itu &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aaiem&lt;/span&gt; namanya. I just wanna say sorry to this guy . Wondering why? Yes, read my tagboard? I guess that i've been repeating the same mistakes all over again . He got that trust on me to change, but i didn't. Maybe, he just can't see how much he's meant for me. I'm trying to change , i've been controlling my anger ever since i've promised you. I won't forget my promise, trust me . I'm really sorry, i don't know why i can't afford losing a friend like you. You're always there when i needed someone to talk to, eventhough i've hurt you so many times.. So yes, forgive me . I know it's hard for you to believe whatever i've wrote here cause of my recent post. I wrote all of that, it was before i knew everything between you and him. So yes, sorry friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, today i just stay at home . Didn't go out, was freaking lazy . Went online just now and i get to know something from NanaCiner. Oh my, Wan Prankster, Lutfil Smally, V-jay Black , Boi Jep and Zul Ciner. I'll be waiting for you guys okayyyy? Whatever, ex boyf asked me a stupid question just now .__.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know why i'm dissapointed in you? Hah , there's no need for me to repeat every single word to you right? You should know why lah kay. Now currently chatting with Ajex Joker . Hmms , satu-satu bestfriend aqu ny . Taq habes-habes naq cubet pipi aqu .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;&gt; jєx™ joкєя Sk8erBoi &lt;&gt; [ Non-Smoker Chillex ] says:&lt;br /&gt;satu hari ASYUHADA !!! i will get tht pipi to be pinch !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* , ϟ αsч-Jєρoии кє'αι. ; ● ιJαhsαи ● &amp;amp; ● ` иαиαCιηєя peyy sisterlove [!] says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh really? I'll just wait and see eheh Haziq . :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Presenting, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lutfil Smally&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ahdif&lt;/span&gt; . :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oeQ97wRrfgw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oeQ97wRrfgw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-5250747659866684321?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5250747659866684321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/guess-whos-that-guy-hmms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5250747659866684321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5250747659866684321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/guess-whos-that-guy-hmms.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S8mdckFbheI/AAAAAAAAAcs/sjvxZGHqziw/s72-c/14993_109401965740349_100000116392976_247007_3741867_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-3942970589744801746</id><published>2010-04-16T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T01:27:00.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penyesalan..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S8idw8rXuLI/AAAAAAAAAck/VCPNiHc8opI/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460788012434045106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S8idw8rXuLI/AAAAAAAAAck/VCPNiHc8opI/s320/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Asy-Jepon became retarded after her ex boyf left her..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello all, yes. Don't comment on that picture. I am retarded .___. Today i didn't went to school as i was freaking tired in tha morning when i woke up.. I had been thinking about ex boyf. Yes, he left me with that kind of manner, how can i accept tha fact? ))))))):&lt;br /&gt;Have been asking sister what to do, until she can't say a word. She told me not to give up since i love ex boyf too much already. She said, forget about (insertname1) and never give up with (insertname2). Yes, i know that i'm love with (insertname2) . So whatt thinking about (insertname1) ? Whatever la, i'm still speechless with (insertname2)'s behaviour.. Sigh, if it was my fault. I'm really sorry, please come back. )))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today mum went to Ang Mo Kio to meet someone. But, that person didn't turn up, such a waste of time .___. So yes, mum asked me to come down. Was on the way to Ang Mo Kio, and mum called.&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Nurul, umyi nampak Aaiem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me : Huh? Patne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mum : Pat Ang Mo Kio MRT. Umyi taq raser dhe nampak umyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me : Uh , so what? I don't give a big damn with that guy alr uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mum : Hah , asal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me : Malas uh naq bubal . * Hanged up the call . *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, i was so fucked up when i heard his name. Ughhhhh , he said it was his fault for making me and (insertname2) broke up. Because of you huh? I NEED A FULL EXPLANATION FOR IT EHEH.&lt;br /&gt;Kay la, nothing much to post. Babygirls, stop asking about what happened between me and (insertname2). It's really heart breaking mannnnnn. D: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-3942970589744801746?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3942970589744801746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/asy-jepon-became-retarded-after-her-ex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3942970589744801746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3942970589744801746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/asy-jepon-became-retarded-after-her-ex.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S8idw8rXuLI/AAAAAAAAAck/VCPNiHc8opI/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-3237491210052306491</id><published>2010-04-15T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T17:02:35.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Now how?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S8bLOMjFrJI/AAAAAAAAAcU/wDUCC6dse40/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460275042980310162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S8bLOMjFrJI/AAAAAAAAAcU/wDUCC6dse40/s320/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never give up? :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, whatever. I have nothing more to say. School was fun nowadays, with all my babygirls around. It's just that, yesterday i had some family matters going on at home. So yes, i had to went home earlier than the others. Then today, i don't really feel well. I realised that there's something pain on my head :x. Even Ms Vanessa was so worried looking at me. LOL. I don't remember what happened on our first lesson. After that was our English lesson, i don't really concentrate on it. I don't know why.. Sat beside Badrina while thiking about what to do with him. Sigh, sad story uhh. Nobody will understands it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should i say, i should have replied it? :x Okay, after school i went home together with Yueling. Oh ya, only Yueling knows how i felt when i told her the story. Hmm, now currently chatting with NUNUSIAO. Walaowhey, you expect me to never give up on him? But, we're like strangers alr eh. Sigh, idk luhr. Just a short post for today. Seriously, i'm not in the mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-3237491210052306491?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3237491210052306491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/never-give-up-x-sigh-whatever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3237491210052306491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3237491210052306491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/never-give-up-x-sigh-whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S8bLOMjFrJI/AAAAAAAAAcU/wDUCC6dse40/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-3073927715866635484</id><published>2010-04-10T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T05:23:38.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S8BgzhsjfeI/AAAAAAAAAcE/aQlGq_O_7-I/s1600/Image0954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458469186707881442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S8BgzhsjfeI/AAAAAAAAAcE/aQlGq_O_7-I/s320/Image0954.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Smekom sumer :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored right noww, seriously . Thought of meeting ex boyf later , but i cancelled it due to some reasons . Ehem *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sister : Kau taq jumper Aaiem ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Taq uhh , nenek kan naq datang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sister : Banyak kau pehh nenek naq datang !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : * giggles *&lt;br /&gt;Hehhs , chatted with ex boyf's sister and Lutfil Smally just now :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes , [A]sy[L]ut - MeenachiBala, amcm ckpp? HAHA. I don't give a big damn luhr , menang khe kalah. So whatt ?? Tetap kau perangai bala pat tepi jalan eheh ? Hah (:&lt;br /&gt;So yes , yesterday on tha phone with ex boyf till 3.20 am i thinkk . Whoa , when i talked to him eheh . I remembered about our past you knowww. Kayyy whatever , we talked craps oke. Hah , he was all the way talking about rainbow, and benten . While , i was all the wayy talking about Tommy till he got irritated . Hehhs :D Oh ya, when he said "&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You, you bayangkan kalo you taq sound break that time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; " I kept quiet after he asked me that question. Whoa , so speechless . Haihs , yes. I know i was at fault. I should have think twice in tha first place. Kayyyy, da cukopp .&lt;br /&gt;So yes, i'm full now.. Asked sister to cook , idk what dish she cooked. It doesn't taste like a dish. Like , i'm eating oil okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Kak , apwer sia kau masak ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sister : Laok uhh , why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Taq raser papwer pon ? Aqu duhr mcm makan minyak gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sister : Hah , bagus. Mkan banyak-banyak , biar kau cepat gemok ehhhhh .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was so an unpleasant answer eheh kak .____.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever , i ate until i'm so full :X Oh ya, i don't feel well nowadays. I should have listened to mum and go doctor that dayyy. Haihs , my throat is getting worser you knowww. So pain D:&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy lahhh , i got nothing to talk about already. BAI. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Izman Hairil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i love you. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-3073927715866635484?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3073927715866635484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/smekom-sumer-d-im-bored-right-noww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3073927715866635484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3073927715866635484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/smekom-sumer-d-im-bored-right-noww.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S8BgzhsjfeI/AAAAAAAAAcE/aQlGq_O_7-I/s72-c/Image0954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-6132525764454034670</id><published>2010-04-10T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:51:34.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tommy.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S79gU1j6QZI/AAAAAAAAAbs/OaH-sOq28w8/s1600/DSC05375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458187184487678354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S79gU1j6QZI/AAAAAAAAAbs/OaH-sOq28w8/s320/DSC05375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm backk readers ! Oh ya, miss me right ? Hehhs :D&lt;br /&gt;I was busy with school stuffs luhr , that's why i can't update. Hmms , i can't remember what actually happened for tha past few days. It's too complicating for me, i guess . Oh ya , as days past , i think i'm starting to hate him you knowwww. Kahy , whatever . Oh ya , on tha 7th of April was Izman Hairil's birthday ! Hmms , uhm nope. We're still not in our good conditions . Whatever it is, happy belated birthday eheh Aman? :D&lt;br /&gt;So yes, today i went to school as per normal . Talked to one secondary 1 girl , hmms . Not gonna elaborate about that , such a waste of time .___.&lt;br /&gt;Our first lesson was P.E . Whoa , i brought my P.E shirt , but i told Mr Leong that my P.E shirt was wet , that's why i didn't bring it. Hmms , it was just an excuse so thatt i won't get the chance to do the activites. Accompanied Nunu all the wayy as she was not feeling well . After that , was our maths lesson . Ms Lee came in and everybody started to make noises . Blahhhh , me and Nunu didn't learn a thing about maths. We tore tissue papers and threw it everywhere. Hah , geyrekk (:&lt;br /&gt;After school , helped Nunu to do the notice board thingy then went home. Oke, done blogging :D&lt;br /&gt;Now currently , texting Kyo :D Heeeees , kahy . I thinkk he fell asleep already .___. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;I thinkk there's something wrong with my throat , very painnnn D:&lt;br /&gt;I should have go doctor that day .&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, i was reading someone's blog and she actually wrote there about ex boyf. I can't believe that he actually sweet talked to her . Haihs , false hope sia D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sweet Talker Mother Fucker .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-6132525764454034670?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6132525764454034670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-backk-readers-oh-ya-miss-me-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/6132525764454034670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/6132525764454034670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-backk-readers-oh-ya-miss-me-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S79gU1j6QZI/AAAAAAAAAbs/OaH-sOq28w8/s72-c/DSC05375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-1969295958903979674</id><published>2010-04-06T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:52:05.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S7XbQlOPTwI/AAAAAAAAAbE/EAHyVbv-rYI/s1600/scarychucky%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455507601545449218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S7XbQlOPTwI/AAAAAAAAAbE/EAHyVbv-rYI/s320/scarychucky%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- No, i'm still not over you. Gahhhhhh D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, today is Tuesday. I never go school oke. My maid woke up in tha morning, i really thought of going school you know. But then , i was damn weak just now ):&lt;br /&gt;My maid told me that i was running on a fever , so yes. I called mum and told her that i don't wanna go school . I was sleeping when Safura texted me asking where am i. Aduii bie, sorry hor. I never go school la. Oh ya, i'm damn bored right now. Ijahsan is here with me right now. Ohs , she's behind me ^^&lt;br /&gt;Thought of leypak-ing later , but i feel so weak. Maybe next time hor. Later mum will be bringing me to the doctor . Oh please, don't give me mc cannn ? I want go school tomorrow. It's like , i got no life like that stay at home (.__.)&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya , ex boyf gave me this song yesterday. He said it reminds him of me. Whoa , sweet eheh kau? I've been trying to understand the lyrics from just now you knowww. It seems that my brain is not working well today . Ughhh ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One more thing, Wan Prankster sang for me a song . Awwww, and that's so sweet of you eheh Ewan? :D Kahy whatever, i'm bored. No, seriously . Kayyy da, bye :D So yes, this is the song that i've been trying to understand the lyrics from just now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wu3no4okJyw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wu3no4okJyw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-1969295958903979674?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1969295958903979674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/tommy-my-adoptedson-d-oh-yes-today-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/1969295958903979674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/1969295958903979674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/tommy-my-adoptedson-d-oh-yes-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S7XbQlOPTwI/AAAAAAAAAbE/EAHyVbv-rYI/s72-c/scarychucky%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-3343198146818238660</id><published>2010-04-05T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:33:42.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hate having periods.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S7muCWDBh8I/AAAAAAAAAbk/vpRmx6z4k4k/s1600/Image0849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456583778837301186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S7muCWDBh8I/AAAAAAAAAbk/vpRmx6z4k4k/s320/Image0849.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ughhh , i'm seriously stress up ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave up in life ? Oke , dah muler mepekk lakk . So yes, today is Monday. I am sick , still i went to school just now.. Got health check somemore, thank god they didn't caught me . Ohmygod , i've not been studying this few days you knowww. When teacher's teaching, i'll not concentrate on that subject. I would rather do my own work than listening to them. Sometimes, i'll even sleep when they teaches me. Though it's my favourite subject , still i won't concentrate. I don't know why. Oh ya, i was damn angry with my maid. Something happened to my shoe. Only Nunu and all knows why. Shhhhhh , diam. Hehhs , when i reached home. My maid talked to me, i'll just keep quiet cause i was trying to control my temper. Ughhh , dengan keadaan Asyuhada cam ny. Comfirm cepat marah , so yes. I kept quiet all the wayy. Now, i'm alone in my room and mind my own business inside. Ughhh, my nose hurts, throat hurts, stomach hurts. Haihs , i would rather die than suffering you knowww. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Said you needed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A little time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From my mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's funny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How you used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To have me replaced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Made up our mind, gonna be close friends from now on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's good huh , i thinkk i can move on already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now then i know, he can be using that time to look for a replacement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ughhh , such a waste of time (.___.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need time, seriously..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-3343198146818238660?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3343198146818238660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/guys-dont-askk-me-why-am-i-doing-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3343198146818238660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/3343198146818238660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/guys-dont-askk-me-why-am-i-doing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S7muCWDBh8I/AAAAAAAAAbk/vpRmx6z4k4k/s72-c/Image0849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-7565001744434464013</id><published>2010-04-04T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:32:28.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S7hwNy2bNQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/BadpFapV88I/s1600/Image0726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456234330850014466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S7hwNy2bNQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/BadpFapV88I/s320/Image0726.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello all, i'm not gonna elaborate what happened today. It's a very boring day. And oh, i'm sick again. I seriously feel like cutting off my nose, it's damn irritating okayy. Oh yah, i was blog hopping from just now. And when i blog hopped to ex boyf's blog, i saw this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to her : hais , im really damn missing u . If u had not do that mistake and follow your temper which leads to you asking for a break .. we would not be like this . i would not be enemies with ure kak angkat and be ure ex . cause ill be ure boyf till now . remember that promise i made . yeah , i still want to complete that promise . but i know i cant , i wont have the chance . sometimes , i really want us to be back and let this relationship antara u and me . nobody else , nobody to disturb . But now , im left with nothing . im not wrong right to say that u still love me ? cause i still love u . haiss ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm seriously speechless when i read that. No, Aaiem. You're not wrong to say that. I was at fault, i should have controlled my temper in tha first place. If not, this wouldn't have happened. Yes, i miss you more Aaiem. Do you remember those days when we were together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; If you don't,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i still do. I still remember when you'll always text me " Imy already " eventhough we've just met. I still remember when you tried to make me laugh when i'm stressed up with dad. I still remember when you picked me up from Yishun to Hougang, and from Hougang back to Yishun with a cab. I still remember our jokes that actually made us laugh till we can't stop laughing. I still remember the day when we fought and i did cried a river for you. I still remember what song you liked when you're with me. I still remember when you told me to eat more and you're gonna eat less. I still remember those days, Aaiem. Wherever i go, i'll always remember those days. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know why it seems so hard for me to forget those memories. I really miss your greatest love, Aaiem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I really do.. You were always there to light my day. How can i forget all those memories when you're the one that make me smile? How i wish you were still mine , Aaiem. I know it's me who said goodbye, and it's the hardest thing for me to do.. You mean so much to me, so muchh. For all the things i've said and things that hurts you, please forgive me. I still love you, trust me..&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/526720644370007651-7565001744434464013?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7565001744434464013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-all-im-not-gonna-elaborate-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/7565001744434464013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/7565001744434464013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-all-im-not-gonna-elaborate-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S7hwNy2bNQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/BadpFapV88I/s72-c/Image0726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-7118174977212484496</id><published>2010-04-03T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T02:17:38.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoptedson.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S7dAMT6m-AI/AAAAAAAAAbM/wS0QX9JFESQ/s1600/Ramdan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455900053831350274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S7dAMT6m-AI/AAAAAAAAAbM/wS0QX9JFESQ/s320/Ramdan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello readers. I'm currently not in tha mood to post right now. But, i'm bored. So yes, the picture, yes. It's Arwah Ramdan. Oh yah, all of us misses him . Kayy whatever, just now went out with Budak-budak Esplanade. Hmms, no picture was taken as i was emo-ing all the wayyy. So yes, Ijahsan, Boi Jep, Wan Prankster, NanaCiner, V-Jay was there. They had alot of fun, i thinkk. Hmms, to be truthful, i didn't . When they made jokes that make me wanna laugh, i'll just smile. When they asked me what's wrong, i'll just say nothing. I don't know how to express my feelings just now.. I've been thinking about ex boyf, and when i think of him, i'll just keep quiet and will be emo-ing myself. Blahhhh, we went to Causeway Point. In the Banquet, i saw ex boyf's cousin. Oke, i tried my very best to forget thinking of him and wanna have fun with my Budak-budak Esplanade. But when i saw ex boyf's cousin , i really felt like screaming while bursting all my tears out. Seriously, i remembered about our past. After eating, NanaCiner, Boi Jep, Wan Prankster and V-Jay went to Toa Payoh to meet Zul Ciner. So yes, i started to feel lonely already. So yes, obviously . I started emo-ing once again. I kept quiet till now. Sister asked me what's wrong, and at last i expressed my feelings to her. She tried to make me feel ease, but i really can't . Now, i'm thinking about going MIA. I really can't take it anymore, i must go MIA . I thinkk , when i'm MIA-ing, it will make me feel ease. When i'm okay already, i can start a brand new life once again. I told Ijahsan about my problems too, and she told me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IJAHSAN- bila mau pancing lagi bro? says:&lt;br /&gt;fill your time with evrything. keep yourself busy. you'll see yourself laughing and having fun with others. You wont have the time to think of HIM. trust me. I had Taufik remember ? And my daughter. I know how you feel. But your's will heal very soon. and being alone and staring into blank space will only make you think of HIM even MORE? ignore him. be strong. you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;I fI can move on, so can you. just put him as another memory. another history. to kept and remembered, but to be left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughhhh, now idk whether i wanna go MIA or not. ):&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, now i'm currently chatting with Ajex Joker and Nunusiao. Ohmygod, i miss you too Ajex Joker. Meet up soon ayy, ny kali make sure kau turon Yishun. Aqu malas naq turon Bukit Panjang. :D Ayy, now then i realised something. When i'm down, talking about Tommy really makes me feel ease. Hah , toll taq Nunu? Now then i know that i've been enjoying the little things even if it's imaginary. Hahaha . Chatting with this two people kannn, really made up my day. Hah , i can release my stress you know. Oke lahs, nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;- ABCDEF&lt;u&gt;AAIEM&lt;/u&gt;GHIJK&lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt;LMN&lt;u&gt;ARE&lt;/u&gt;OPQRS&lt;u&gt;MY&lt;/u&gt;TUVW&lt;u&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/u&gt;XYZ.&lt;/span&gt; )':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-7118174977212484496?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7118174977212484496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-readers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/7118174977212484496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/7118174977212484496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S7dAMT6m-AI/AAAAAAAAAbM/wS0QX9JFESQ/s72-c/Ramdan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-7031627572291758944</id><published>2010-04-02T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T23:51:06.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghost Story.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Second post for today :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S7XbQlOPTwI/AAAAAAAAAbE/EAHyVbv-rYI/s1600/scarychucky%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455507601545449218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S7XbQlOPTwI/AAAAAAAAAbE/EAHyVbv-rYI/s320/scarychucky%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Emily , meet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes , he wanted you to be his girlfriend huh? Hmm , i'll make sure he'll take good care of you. If he bullies you or whatsoever , you must tell your owner okayy? Let your owner tell me everything. Your owner must know more about Tommy . So yes , i found Tommy in my mother tongue class . I was fighting with ex boyf and i kept on looking outside the window while thinking about ex boyf. While day dreaming , i saw Tommy climbing on the window. He saw me , and said " Hello " while waving his left hand . I waved backk and we became friends. After the mother tongue lesson , i went back to my usual class . I saw Tommy sitting beside me, i was so suprised. He asked me whether i can adopt him . So yes, i told him that i'll make him my adopted son (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah , you guys wanna know who the heck is Emily? Haa !&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://impulsive-lifestories.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to know more about Emily :D&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/526720644370007651-7031627572291758944?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7031627572291758944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/second-post-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/7031627572291758944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/7031627572291758944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/second-post-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S7XbQlOPTwI/AAAAAAAAAbE/EAHyVbv-rYI/s72-c/scarychucky%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-5580623969603196387</id><published>2010-04-02T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:10:25.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss you too.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1036.photobucket.com/albums/a447/asyjepon/anigif-2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ααıεм says:&lt;br /&gt;uu ..&lt;br /&gt;i wrote that cause i tght u hated me . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i tght u trusted ure kak liz words and all . i started to hate u aftr that .&lt;br /&gt;but aftr reading ure latest post boud sad that i wrote that . i felt wrong .&lt;br /&gt;seriously , i still love u .&lt;br /&gt;but i just dont like the step or ure kak liz .&lt;br /&gt;i know u wont reply this .&lt;br /&gt;bt the truth is , im missing u . and theres still ure name in my heart .&lt;br /&gt;and yeah , do change okie :]&lt;br /&gt;control that temper , i know u can .&lt;br /&gt;i gtg now .&lt;br /&gt;u takeqaire alrights .&lt;br /&gt;byee .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughh, speechless. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Je'taime.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;( If you realise something, yes. All the pictures , i'm wearing your necklace. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today stayed at home jhe. Yes! Tomorrow Budak-Budak Esplanade's outing! Whooooooooo~ Cannot wait you knowwww. Must sleep early today (: Oh yah , saw the conversation above? Yes , it's from ex boyf. Haihs , i cried after reading that. Until mum and sister scolded me for crying . (.___.) Kahy da, Asyuhada tanak muler berjiwang lagyy. So yes , i'm freaking bored okayyy. Kyo texted me , and guess whatt. Prepaid low, cannot reply ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want top up , no money . How le? Hmms , should askk dad for money (: Oh yah , i've changed my link . Not link uhuh actually , i deleted my previous blog . I don't know got one code blocked me from viewing my blog, so yes. I have to make a new blog then . You guys relink me kahy? One more thing , i miss so many people already. I want to go out with YantiS , Dinah Rockstar , Lutfil Smally. And oh! Lutfil , taqmu lah sedeh-sedehh . Biler-biler kiter turon Teck Whye jumper dhe kahy? Cheer up , [A]sy[L]ut :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is not a private blog, i've unprivate it . Spammers , try making my tagboard dirty. You won't go any further ayy . (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now currently chatting with Nunusiao. Oh ! She's my Bloodsister okayyy, so you all must respect her (: She can talk to ghost you know! Haa , she got a bestfriend/ghostfriend name Emily . She teaches Emily so many things. She taught Emily how to walk and what human being does. Haa , what a great Bloodsister i have :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okayyy done postingggg! I want chat with Lutfil , Ijahsan , and mostly my bloodsister now. Takecare all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-5580623969603196387?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5580623969603196387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/says-uu_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5580623969603196387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5580623969603196387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/says-uu_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-8240654904080337257</id><published>2010-04-02T13:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T14:57:47.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S7SZlXGia_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/WtH5fYRDvCk/s1600/Image0913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455153915788159986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S7SZlXGia_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/WtH5fYRDvCk/s320/Image0913.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Enjoy the little things even if it's imaginary..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what's the phrase for? Haa , i'm trying to learn how to control my own temper . So yes , one guy actually left me because of my attitude kannn . I've realised so much after today's lesson with Mr Din and Mr Taufik . Whoa, i'm scared to go out of school already. I promise myself for not getting myself into trouble when i'm outside. It's like , afterall that happened just now. I felt like , there's someone stalking me . Eeeeeeeh , very scared you know.. Seriously , i don't want Anderson Secondary School's name to be in the black list . C'mon , our school is not a normal school ok.. People should'nt be looking down on us . So yes , the guys who were caught red handed , change yourself lah kkahy.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very terrifying day for me. I think not only me lah, all my classmates?&lt;br /&gt;So yes, after school . Reached home , NanaCiner, Rarah, Zul Ciner , Epul were all there. Hmms , talk here , talk there . Then , i was damn fucked up with Epul . Hmms , taq habes-habes naq tego oranggg. Dah tu , taq tengok tempat . Blaa lah kau! Then , at around 4pm , Ijahsan came along with V-Jay . :D&lt;br /&gt;Whoa , best! Ijahsan was also superb mad with Epul ok! Blah, kambeng hitam. Mum went out after a while , then Ijahsan and all of them went home (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah , hope on this Saturday i can go out uhuh! I want fly kite also okayy! Heeees ~ Kyo or whatt eheh Kak? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;tght of sleeping . but tght that i shud update abit . First update , bout my&lt;br /&gt;worst freaking ex . haha . if i had knew ure behaviour from the start , ill&lt;br /&gt;never be with u . and yeah , want u to know this . i aint a matrep , and i never&lt;br /&gt;want to be . just to let u know cause ure getting the wrong thing inside ure&lt;br /&gt;stupid brain . Listen all u want , scold all u want . cause u know whad . I DONT&lt;br /&gt;CARE ! :] u got no life , i have . why the hell am i wasting time on u ? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;. and , ure "kak liz" blang dhe , she not the oni one in this world with&lt;br /&gt;strength . how bout trying others ? :] kayh , malas talk bout people with no&lt;br /&gt;life .&lt;br /&gt;next ! Hobby : skate ? i guess im really into skate . it really makes&lt;br /&gt;me go crazy . tght of it from last time , but malas nak skate . skali heard my&lt;br /&gt;ex become skater , WTF ! ive gone crazy with skate . will be buying a deck soon&lt;br /&gt;. just a hobby :]&lt;br /&gt;kayh than , i want sleep now . takeqaire all !&lt;br /&gt;Tata ! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE EVERYTHING THAT HE WROTE THERE. Like, seriously i'm sadddd. All my friends asked, why i broke with him. The only reason that i gave was , " Oh, it was my fault. I acted like one big minah, that's why we broke." And they asked , " I heard that he flirts alott? " I told them , " NO, he's not that kind of guy. He's a loyal guy." Haihs, i can't be the only one who's gonna take the blame. You should have took the blame too, Aaiem. Now then i knew, you don't love me all this while. It was just your fake love. Haihs, thanks uh thanks.&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna learn how to let go..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, god. Please , give me the strength to overcome all this. )': &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-8240654904080337257?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8240654904080337257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/enjoy-little-things-even-if-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/8240654904080337257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/8240654904080337257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/enjoy-little-things-even-if-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S7SZlXGia_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/WtH5fYRDvCk/s72-c/Image0913.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526720644370007651.post-5426312315688203780</id><published>2010-04-02T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T08:15:39.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S7HdInqhEqI/AAAAAAAAAao/q-4p8URRey4/s1600/Image0881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454383763878384290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S7HdInqhEqI/AAAAAAAAAao/q-4p8URRey4/s320/Image0881.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;niE aman EHr! says: Hari tu nak ape eh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* , ϟ αsч-Jєρoии кє'αι. ; ● ιJαhsαи ● &amp;amp; ● ` иαиαCιηєя peyy sisterlove [!] says: Mcm irritating eheh kau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;niE aman EHr! says: Kenek maki ke sial?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* , ϟ αsч-Jєρoии кє'αι. ; ● ιJαhsαи ● &amp;amp; ● ` иαиαCιηєя peyy sisterlove [!] says: Omg, mcm coincidence gitu kannnn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;niE aman EHr! says: malas malas malas . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;* BLOCKED *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ughhh, ape lah Asyuhada ny . Dulu sayang , sekarang bencyy. Hmms , whatever farker . Malas naq layan kau ! So yes, today is Tuesday :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm stucked into school already okayyyyy! Well yes , i went to school earlier than yesterday . Let me tell you what happened yesterday morning . Haa , my handphone time was spoilt but i didn't know . So yes , i sat , talk here , there then off to school at 6.30am . Which i thought i wasn't late for school. Then , when i'm walking to the MRT Station, the clouds was getting brighter . I was like , " Ummm, am i late or whatt? " I looked at the time , it's just 6.40am . I ignored and continued walking slowly like nothing happen like that . When i reached the MRT Station , i saw Wan Prankster . The first thought in my mind was " How come i met him today? He go school early or whatt? " I went to him and askked about the time , he told me it was 6.51am already. Haa , yes . I shouted " FUCK " so loudly and ran off . HAHAHA . In a while , Wan Prankster texted me " SAWAN PEHH KAU? " (.____.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankk god , i reached school on time . Phewww ~ First time like that you knowww! Stupid handphone! Ughh, i want change handphone already uhuh . Then after school , went to meet Kak Liz sumer at 751. Saw MyraKeai , David's bestfriend , Fiza . Then Mel was also there. Whoa , she gave me a wonderful hugg yesterday . Thanks baby :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, todayyy! Ummmm, after school me , Badrina , Nunu and Safura had to stay back to do our notice board decoration . Ughh , stupid Mr Din ! Well , we did it okayyy! If not kannnn , Nunu's handphone kena confiscated again . Heeees ~ Kesian kau , aqu tolong kau kkahy? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that , we went to Prata Shop to eatt . Hungry you knowwww, i want eat then Badrina like keep on disturbing me . Blahhhhh, kambeng hitam ~ Oh yah! Lutfil went online just now and he was DAMN sweet okayyy! Haa , amciam ckapp nan PM kau Lutfil ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Ghost Friend [ A ]sy[ L ]ut , SmallJepon . (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hehe, kan aqu dah kate . Kau terencat akall :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You're such a pain in the neck, go far far fly kite kahy Aman?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526720644370007651-5426312315688203780?l=lifewith-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5426312315688203780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/nie-aman-ehr-says-hari-tu-nak-ape-eh-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5426312315688203780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526720644370007651/posts/default/5426312315688203780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewith-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/nie-aman-ehr-says-hari-tu-nak-ape-eh-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Asy Jepon Keai.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17268803244511916558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/SpKGIm8L-rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lVsLexv5pOg/S220/2_210546035l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4ufLgUPG_Y/S7HdInqhEqI/AAAAAAAAAao/q-4p8URRey4/s72-c/Image0881.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
