<?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-7270747108494470719</id><updated>2011-07-30T22:16:43.814-07:00</updated><category term='ohnotheydidnt'/><category term='emotionless'/><category term='zoo'/><category term='state of depression'/><title type='text'>when everything looks alright</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>205</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-966990992277657755</id><published>2009-08-22T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:48:46.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved to another site. Don't get me wrong, blogger is awesome but I have upgraded to wordpress, because I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm not closing down the blog because I like reading the old posts. I get to see how I grow, you know what I'm sayin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading, Love ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-966990992277657755?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/966990992277657755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=966990992277657755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/966990992277657755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/966990992277657755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-readers-i-have-moved-to-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-2368969868662284433</id><published>2009-07-29T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T06:40:58.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger is being a ding dong. I cant seem to see anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-2368969868662284433?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2368969868662284433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=2368969868662284433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2368969868662284433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2368969868662284433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogger-is-being-ding-dong.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-8438260787558103818</id><published>2009-07-20T04:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T05:14:12.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch is angry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Things are getting worst, please bring chocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/quotes/wonder_lick/Quotes" target="_blank" o="'103"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm22/wonder_lick/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/quote237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-8438260787558103818?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8438260787558103818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=8438260787558103818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8438260787558103818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8438260787558103818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/07/bitch-is-angry.html' title='Bitch is angry.'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm22/wonder_lick/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/th_quote237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-6234383072447998095</id><published>2009-07-18T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:32:01.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SmKGnMQAh9I/AAAAAAAAA68/sdMi5c8bmoE/s1600-h/hbp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359994514385700818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SmKGnMQAh9I/AAAAAAAAA68/sdMi5c8bmoE/s400/hbp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey mods!&lt;/span&gt; Today your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;darling blogger&lt;/span&gt; (me) have gone to watch the movie event of the year, &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince&lt;/strong&gt;. Me, accompanied by my best friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nurul&lt;/span&gt;, booked tickets on Friday night and got the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; row from the s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;creen&lt;/span&gt;, not bad actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the way to the mall, &lt;strong&gt;a bunch of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt; guys with trucker caps were trying to get us to notice them&lt;/strong&gt;. One was just horrible looking and the others, simply...how do I put it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Matrepish&lt;/span&gt;. It went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alittle&lt;/span&gt; something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene: Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nurul&lt;/span&gt;, walking under the block, passing the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat: Eh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kluar&lt;/span&gt; eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Chey&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;layan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;seh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat: *continues babbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; A.N.N.O.Y.I.N.G&lt;/span&gt;. I see him everyday under the block when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; heading to school, trying to act all big. Oh come on! I mean, get a life! &lt;strong&gt;Do I look like I' d date guys who laze around all day and smoke and drink and talk at the top of their lungs?&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; DO I LOOK LIKE I' D DATE SOMEONE BROKE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; care if I sound materialistic but that' s just how I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need a boyfriend A.S.A.P. One who'd send me home and shoot anyone who breathes my air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, adventure started with food. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Nurul&lt;/span&gt; was hungry and so we headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Northpoint&lt;/span&gt; to get food for our rumbling belly. Searched high and low but EVERYWHERE was packed. At the end we found a couple seat and ran for it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Nurul&lt;/span&gt; had the ' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Goreng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Yaya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Patayya&lt;/span&gt; with chi&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;cken&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;drumlets&lt;/span&gt; (4)' and I had the 'Carrot cake'. &lt;strong&gt;While eating, I get the liberty of viewing an Indian man's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;smexy&lt;/span&gt; butt crack.&lt;/strong&gt; He was around his early 20s for god' s sake. Sizzling. He' s like f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;rom&lt;/span&gt; the army or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we reached Orchard and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I SAW LUIS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;LIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Hi Luis!)&lt;/span&gt; with his girlfriend or something. So then we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;HMV&lt;/span&gt; , checking out the music, movies and the dudes to let the time pass. That was like about 4.50pm++? Then we debated the need to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt;. Eventually we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; and just waited at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Cineleisure&lt;/span&gt; for our tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theater 1 level 6 was our place. We got popcorn and &lt;strong&gt;when proceeding to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;entrance&lt;/span&gt; hall, someone called my name&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Who?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Rahmat&lt;/span&gt; that's who&lt;/strong&gt;. He has lost a serious amount of weight really. Shook hands and made small talk "Where you schooling at man?" and we walked to the cute ticketing guy who told us to 'have fun and enjoy the movie.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J1,2 that's our seats and it's way in and J3,4,5 was already occupied. So we had to do the usual &lt;em&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Scuse&lt;/span&gt; me butt please'&lt;/em&gt; in. My neighbour was this hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; guy. He was ALONE. At first I thought he was with the other couple. Then when he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; speak, I realized that he' s ALONE. Sad for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was alright. The effects were fantastic. I' d rate 3.5 stars over 5 . Comparing the book and the movie, one would notice a thick chuck of explanation missing. However, the cast are all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;smexy&lt;/span&gt; pieces of ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Freddie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Stroma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Cormac&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Maclaggen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SmKGERE145I/AAAAAAAAA60/Q4cgUQKHXHQ/s1600-h/88956345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359993914385621906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SmKGERE145I/AAAAAAAAA60/Q4cgUQKHXHQ/s400/88956345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SmKD90NDrRI/AAAAAAAAA6c/a9uyA1IsA_Q/s1600-h/tWILIGHT.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; he' s like swoon worthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course we have Mr Draco &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Malfoy&lt;/span&gt;, played by hotshot &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Felton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SmKOsNynkyI/AAAAAAAAA7M/rK92bLwQB6U/s1600-h/tom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360003396791669538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SmKOsNynkyI/AAAAAAAAA7M/rK92bLwQB6U/s400/tom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hyperventilating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harry Potter/&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Daniel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Raddcliff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Gay&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SmKFJjjbNkI/AAAAAAAAA6s/ZDoq68RjHNA/s1600-h/normal_alexamq_016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359992905733453378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SmKFJjjbNkI/AAAAAAAAA6s/ZDoq68RjHNA/s400/normal_alexamq_016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359990990534963522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SmKDaE4hcUI/AAAAAAAAA6M/09ytiSjuzXU/s400/alexamq_013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told you guys, he' s a nutcase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hermione was stunning as usual, Ron was adorable as ever and Ginny was just tall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SmKEM2ZKhaI/AAAAAAAAA6k/lLULNQ5AtBo/s1600-h/ronnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359991862818669986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SmKEM2ZKhaI/AAAAAAAAA6k/lLULNQ5AtBo/s400/ronnie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wipes tears. They all grow up so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Luna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Lovegood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got wicked extensions, she' s really pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SmKRUJqjneI/AAAAAAAAA7U/FJz-Quy82GM/s1600-h/eva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360006281902136802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SmKRUJqjneI/AAAAAAAAA7U/FJz-Quy82GM/s400/eva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to cry when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt; died. I wanted to cry when Ron' s house was destroyed. i wanted to cry when Hermione cried. I wanted to cry when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Malfoy&lt;/span&gt; cried. See how overly emotional I can get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359991095788078226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SmKDgM-0hJI/AAAAAAAAA6U/mmIb15rlprw/s400/Creepy+Potter.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Creepy Daniel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Raddcliff&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;approbves&lt;/span&gt; of this post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the train ride home was epic. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Nurul&lt;/span&gt; made fun of everyone. We were like giggling like a a pair of preppy drama kids looking at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Efron&lt;/span&gt;' s picture. I went to 7 eleven to get a cuppa but the espresso machine failed on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to cheers to get my milk tea to accompany my long walk home at about 9.40pm? Here is when things get heated. For me anyway. After paying for my drink, I went to the glass door to get out and I saw &lt;strong&gt;3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;tatooed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Matreps&lt;/span&gt; standing outside&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, 2 out of 3 were wearing their trucker caps. I avoided eye contact but then ONE TAPPED MY SHOULDER. I ALMOST DIED OF HEART ATTACK. It went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;alittle&lt;/span&gt; something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Matrep&lt;/span&gt; 1; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Boleh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;mintak&lt;/span&gt; number?&lt;br /&gt;Me; HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Matrep&lt;/span&gt; 1:; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Boleh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;mintak&lt;/span&gt; no.?&lt;br /&gt;Me; Are you kidding? (and that' s when I know he' s going to kill me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Matrep&lt;/span&gt; 1; No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Mane &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;ade&lt;/span&gt; kidding. Name I Adam.&lt;br /&gt;Me; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Aisyah&lt;/span&gt;. (Fidgeting. There' s something demeaning about 3 assholes watching your every move)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;Matrep&lt;/span&gt; 1; So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;boleh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;mintak&lt;/span&gt; no.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave him my number and when he said thanks, I blurted "So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;arent&lt;/span&gt; you going to give me your number?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Matrep&lt;/span&gt; 2; Laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;Matrep&lt;/span&gt;3; Phone line &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;dier&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;kene&lt;/span&gt; cut ah. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;Tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;bayar&lt;/span&gt; bill.&lt;br /&gt;Me; Oh. Okay. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;Matrep&lt;/span&gt; 1; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;Kbye&lt;/span&gt;. Take care eh. (waves and walk away, lighting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;cig&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TELL ME WHAT THE HELL WOULD YOU DO IF A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;MATREP&lt;/span&gt; WITH TATTOOS ASK FOR YOUR NUMBER AT 9.50PM++ AT CHEERS?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You bloody GIVE it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; kill you and you get to get off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;scott&lt;/span&gt; free. So you can just shut up about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SmKHBOOzQwI/AAAAAAAAA7E/QMxc77wniHE/s1600-h/tWILIGHT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359994961594106626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SmKHBOOzQwI/AAAAAAAAA7E/QMxc77wniHE/s400/tWILIGHT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to post this picture up, is this funny or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SmKHBOOzQwI/AAAAAAAAA7E/QMxc77wniHE/s1600-h/tWILIGHT.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-6234383072447998095?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6234383072447998095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=6234383072447998095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/6234383072447998095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/6234383072447998095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-harry-potter-and-half-blood.html' title='This is a Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince post'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SmKGnMQAh9I/AAAAAAAAA68/sdMi5c8bmoE/s72-c/hbp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-3502756314372459144</id><published>2009-07-14T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T02:28:14.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boys boys boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SlxFdv-TGxI/AAAAAAAAA6E/TYek7nhRIH4/s1600-h/men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358234034060335890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SlxFdv-TGxI/AAAAAAAAA6E/TYek7nhRIH4/s400/men.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey mods!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the picture you guys can already tell what this post is going to be about. Let me just warn you that this is a&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; very- very- bitter- one- sided- drama- queen's view&lt;/span&gt; about the&lt;strong&gt; species&lt;/strong&gt; we all know commonly as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MEN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what triggered me to do a post on this is Communications Class where Miss Becky discussed the differences in ladies and boys. She asked, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Girls, what do you most dislike about guys?"&lt;/span&gt; As expected, we started rambling on and on about the bad points about guys like how they dont respond the way you want them to, &lt;strong&gt;like how we send them long ass texts and their reply is just a pathetic "Kk" &lt;/strong&gt;and how they' re just so insensitive to our feelings and how they annoy us in ways cant imagine and how they swear so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when they get &lt;strong&gt;over possesive&lt;/strong&gt;. Like I cant even go out with my girlfriends without him texting "Where are you now?" or "What time are you coming home?". It is just A.N.N.O.Y.I.N.G! I mean, you' re not my father for god' s sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about &lt;strong&gt;when he uses the word "Unbelievable" after an argument&lt;/strong&gt;? He' ll go like "Pffft unbelievable" when he has nothing else to rebuttle and crosses his arms around his chest. Then after that little drama, he refuses to talk to you during the whole ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A point that Ms Becky raised just now was so true. That' s the part &lt;strong&gt;when you feel all shit and you say to your boyfriend "Leave me alone"&lt;/strong&gt;. What' s fucked up about that is that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HE ACTUALLY LEAVES YOU ALONE! &lt;/span&gt;Good Lord! He leaves you there! But then Cheng An says "how do I know you want me to stay? You told me to go away didnt you?" For god's sake boys, do we really mean it when we say "Go and die"? No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bu then we make up and everything is fine again. Like how Dane Cook puts it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c26Sjc_CYPo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c26Sjc_CYPo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;BUT STRANGELY ENOUGH, WE STILL NEED MEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-3502756314372459144?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3502756314372459144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=3502756314372459144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3502756314372459144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3502756314372459144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/07/boys-boys-boys.html' title='boys boys boys'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SlxFdv-TGxI/AAAAAAAAA6E/TYek7nhRIH4/s72-c/men.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-8017863376159080513</id><published>2009-07-13T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T05:48:56.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E is a word I'll never learn to pronounce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SlslmscsBjI/AAAAAAAAA5s/MtxQ5_HkyPI/s1600-h/Punk___n___Love_by_tingfinder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357917528384079410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SlslmscsBjI/AAAAAAAAA5s/MtxQ5_HkyPI/s400/Punk___n___Love_by_tingfinder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey mods!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today at school practically &lt;strong&gt;HALF the class wasnt there&lt;/strong&gt; due to F1 race practice. It was amazingly quiet. Oh and&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I came an hour too early&lt;/span&gt;. Class starts at 11AM and I came at 10AM. I know. I forgot that class starts at 11 on Monday. Pain in the ass. I wasted &lt;strong&gt;15 minutes doing nothing in the toilet&lt;/strong&gt; and gave up waiting and went to the &lt;strong&gt;locker&lt;/strong&gt;. Time check, 30minutes to class. So I chilled at a table and do what I do best at times like this. I started drawing. So engrossed with the music and my art piece, I &lt;strong&gt;lost&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;track of time&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; And you can guess what happened from there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WRONG&lt;/strong&gt;. I wasnt late for class, infact I was early. Enetered the class and took advantage of the internet accessibility and logged into facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time past and I find myself in the last class for the day, LifeSkills. Apparently my teacher quit teaching us. &lt;strong&gt;I feel like LifeSkills is like Defence Againts The Dark Arts&lt;/strong&gt; for Harry Potter because like everytime, we change teachers you know. Like Harry got Quirell for his first year and then Lockheart for the 2nd. Then he got Moody and now I dont know who the hell he got. I however, change teachers in weeks. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First it was &lt;strong&gt;Mr Tan&lt;/strong&gt;, who quit after the first lesson. Then it was the Hijab woman, &lt;strong&gt;Mrs Ross&lt;/strong&gt;, who quit after 3 months. Now it's &lt;strong&gt;Mr Ng&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Mr Ng guy screams PEADOPHILE just with his eyes. At first it was freaky but turned out he' s an awesome/ creative fella who let us off an hour earlier. &lt;strong&gt;Of course he' s awesome, he let us off an hour earlier!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, we (I/AZLIN/SUZZIE) decided to head to the library to unwind. Azlin' s boyfriend tagged along. He look sebiji macam Alex/ Nirmal. Seriously. Whatever we did in the library, was a waste of time. We browsed throught Tagged and laughed at people. That' s about it. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so that' s the school related part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357923994192514226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SlsrfDdjDLI/AAAAAAAAA50/KL4C69T1iWU/s400/script.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I L.O.V.E The Script. Seriously. I just love how the music connects to me. The piano just moves me man. I mean, it's like orgasmic music you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far Im loving The end where I begin and Breakeven. I would flip to go to their concert. Really. I' d rather go to The Script than Simple Plan+ Good Charlotte+ Alesana all together. How crazy is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FANGIRL ALERT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P. S A note of advice, dont screw your eyebrows.&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/7270747108494470719-8017863376159080513?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8017863376159080513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=8017863376159080513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8017863376159080513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8017863376159080513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-is-word-ill-never-learn-to.html' title='L.O.V.E is a word I&apos;ll never learn to pronounce'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SlslmscsBjI/AAAAAAAAA5s/MtxQ5_HkyPI/s72-c/Punk___n___Love_by_tingfinder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-4641018396513029765</id><published>2009-07-10T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:06:17.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back? Back again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey mods!&lt;/span&gt; Okay okay, before you guys start yaping about my exploding hiatus and all, take a look around the spae yo! Yeap, rediscoverAisyah had some renovating done. Pretty neat eh? eh? eh? Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mkay, &lt;strong&gt;the reason for my exploding hiatus is&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;my monitor (flatscreen- duh!) had died on me.&lt;/span&gt; So I lived without the computer for like 2 months. That's like 4 weeks! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However, since I already gots my brand- new- uber- cool- huge- flatscreen desktop,&lt;/span&gt; I can go back to doing pointless things! Like Youtubing and blogging and facebooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, shall update you ladies and gents a little about what had happened so far (without the desktop) &lt;strong&gt;because my life is so important to you guys&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your welcome&lt;/span&gt;. School already started, this is the end of the first week and all kinds of shit is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Azlin has a boyfriend; Congrats girl! May you and Ashraf whatever the hell his name is stay happy together (: -smiley sign for you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping; I did ALOT of shopping this month. ALOT. I got like truckloads of clothes and my favourite so far is this Satin top from the twenties collection which cost like $45.95. Did I tell you I love sales? Oh and my mom bought me a Guess purse which is like $60. She bought it on an &lt;strong&gt;IMPULSE&lt;/strong&gt;. That crazy chic. Thanks mommy, love you. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Splurged&lt;/span&gt; at The Body Shop- a girl cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DID YOU MODS KNOW THAT THERE IS A $15 ANNUAL SALE AT CLUB MARK?! THE HEELS&lt;/span&gt; and possibly &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt; ranging from $50+++ is now $15! Holyshizzle right? What are you waiting for? Go go go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now the serious stuff. Of course at every blog I go to, there' ll be a &lt;strong&gt;tribute to King of Pop, Michael Jackson.&lt;/strong&gt; Here' s mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357025533322766754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Slf6Vv5mqaI/AAAAAAAAA5E/BQ0Y35mia0k/s400/michael_jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TRIBUTE TO MICHAEL JACKSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before your death, I couldnt give a flying duck about your personal life. I enjoyed your music, and that' s about it. I wont say Im a die hard fan, because I'm not. &lt;strong&gt;I wont be one of the kids who now acts like they' re your No. 1 fan when infact they only started to get into your music when they heard about your super hip death.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your music is da bomb, as they all say now. My favourite is, BAD. Don't ask me why. &lt;strong&gt;Did I mention your Prince is super adorable? I would personally take care of your kids&lt;/strong&gt; if that bitch doesnt want them, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sad to see how people gets jealousy get to them and framed you in every possible way. It' s kind of shit actually since the root of all problem is your money. They put you through hell but you know that you always have loyal supporters behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I end my tribute with a quote from your own song (they keep playing in on Channel 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Slf6oSTGeeI/AAAAAAAAA5M/gnFTkfXxc-w/s1600-h/michael-jackson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357025851794160098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Slf6oSTGeeI/AAAAAAAAA5M/gnFTkfXxc-w/s320/michael-jackson2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;" Like a rainbow, fading in the twinkling of the night, gone too soon."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniffs. Oh, and your death ceremony made Elvis looks like a mediocre artist.m Something to be proud off eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RIP&lt;/span&gt;, Michael Jackson, King of Pop. He-hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince is showing on the 16th of July! Yay! I can barely contain my excitement! I mean, I' m totally looking forward for this hotshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SlfzGOdVAeI/AAAAAAAAA4c/OlrxD5SJMLA/s1600-h/316xl6q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357017570066366946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SlfzGOdVAeI/AAAAAAAAA4c/OlrxD5SJMLA/s400/316xl6q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Draco Malfoy&lt;/span&gt; is soooooooo hot! Screw you who thinks otherwise. He' s like this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;filthy rich badass with plantinum blonde hair who' s always in tuxes and a minx coat &lt;/span&gt;or whatever the hell he wears. He' s just so bloody smexy. I am hyperventilating. I' m not even kiding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and ofcourse, not forgetting &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; cutie patootie &lt;strong&gt;Ronald Weasley&lt;/strong&gt;. There' s just this something about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red heads&lt;/span&gt; dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Slf0PSzNIuI/AAAAAAAAA4s/PY_O9_u7brY/s1600-h/33di5oz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357018825362318050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Slf0PSzNIuI/AAAAAAAAA4s/PY_O9_u7brY/s400/33di5oz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Another Weasley eh? I know just what to do with you. Better be in... GRIFFINDOR!"- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorting hat, first year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to catch it at GV Plaza Singapura- where all the hotties's at. Will be spending quality time with bestie on the day. Just the 2 of us and NOTHING better stop us. Unless we are over eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357027042041969714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Slf7tkUSvDI/AAAAAAAAA5U/9e8A2RAjHTo/s400/asf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont get whats with all the hype for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Boys over flowers&lt;/span&gt;. They' re all gagaing over them. Pfft. &lt;strong&gt;Personally I find the curly haired one the hottest.&lt;/strong&gt; Then there' s the dork of a girl that steals his heart. It is SOOOO predictable. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;The girl is just so incapable of doing things without looking stupid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, soap operas like these has the same ass story line. Hottie falls for dorky, dorky likes hotties best bud. Hottie' s pissed. Dorky's in a dilema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BORING!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-4641018396513029765?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4641018396513029765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=4641018396513029765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4641018396513029765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4641018396513029765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/07/guess-whos-back-back-again.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back? Back again.'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Slf6Vv5mqaI/AAAAAAAAA5E/BQ0Y35mia0k/s72-c/michael_jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-1010603697551819683</id><published>2009-06-02T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T05:47:37.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you just have to smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SiUkAN1QYBI/AAAAAAAAA38/aXpH5mo9EjU/s1600-h/10285607-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342716119076593682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SiUkAN1QYBI/AAAAAAAAA38/aXpH5mo9EjU/s400/10285607-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey gang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was an alright day. I was moody when I was going to school, PMSing, but everything changes when I meet my friends. I dont know, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Im just this sort of person who cant be in a bad mood for more than 2 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Really. I' m just, by nature, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;a goofy goober, a happy little bitch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I would be pissed of with someone but when I talk to them, the feeling of wanting to piss on them just evaporates you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, everyone around me are currently going through &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;a bad bad blip in their relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I dont know what to feel sad for. Should I feel sad for them for going through a shit time or should I be sad for me for not having a shit time at all &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in a relationship)(because im not in one)(if that made me sound desperate, I am).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have very annoying classmates&lt;/span&gt;. Just so you know. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And no, not like everyone else who seems to be sooooooo much in love with their new classmates, I am not&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Not all of them anyway. I like the few who are awesome, like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ARYAZLINNANAMOSHIENJX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(urgh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SERENENATHANNAHLINKELLYSHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;etcetc&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this debate going on just now during CMB and the topic was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A WOMAN'S LOOKS IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN HER INTELLIGENCE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are the opposition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE &lt;/strong&gt;had several really good points and our speakers are AHMAZING. But sadly, the &lt;strong&gt;judges&lt;/strong&gt; are just too much of a dumbfuck to make a unanimous decision that &lt;strong&gt;WE SHOULD HAVE WIN&lt;/strong&gt; the debate. Yes, we lost. &lt;strong&gt;But atleast we had fun laughing at how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;INVALID/INNAPROPRIATE&lt;/span&gt; the propositions points were&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OOOPS, BITE ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-1010603697551819683?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1010603697551819683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=1010603697551819683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1010603697551819683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1010603697551819683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-gang-so-today-was-alright-day.html' title='you just have to smile'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SiUkAN1QYBI/AAAAAAAAA38/aXpH5mo9EjU/s72-c/10285607-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-8698283549126181909</id><published>2009-05-30T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T08:26:39.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crushed</title><content type='html'>Hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures for today, sorry. I' m not even going to really tell you guys what happened today in detail. I will once I upload the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today I went out with bestie to take pictures for my portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked all the way from Orchard to Clark Quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Clark Quay, I saw the guy that I've been crushing on and flirtin' with since the first day of school, WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SONOFABITCH IS A MISLEADING COW&lt;/span&gt;. Man I really thought I stood a chance because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HIS GIRLFRIEND IS UGLY ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He still had the cheek to grin at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSFACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-8698283549126181909?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8698283549126181909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=8698283549126181909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8698283549126181909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8698283549126181909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/crushed.html' title='crushed'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-841389412906327405</id><published>2009-05-29T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:04:47.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>indulging unhealthy love habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sh_MYkFbymI/AAAAAAAAA30/osVgMLZ4T-I/s1600-h/gfbvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341212405460093538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sh_MYkFbymI/AAAAAAAAA30/osVgMLZ4T-I/s400/gfbvd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; I need a little more love than a little bit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I' m feeling rather empty. Like very empty, you know, because I havent met that Mr Right yet and I just feel empty. Like everywhere I go I see &lt;s&gt;sonsofbitches&lt;/s&gt; couples holding hands and do whatever that couples do and it made me feel, I dont know, &lt;strong&gt;a little lonely&lt;/strong&gt;, you know what Im saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I indulge in these little flings that sucks cowballs. The types of relationships/ friendships that lasts like 2 weeks and then move on. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I' m getting more stoic everyday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I' m not like trying to get sympathy or anything it' s just how I' m feeling you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stop feeling sorry for your self stop feeling sorry for yourself stop feeling sorry for yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just killed my own mood to blog. Sorry pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-841389412906327405?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/841389412906327405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=841389412906327405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/841389412906327405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/841389412906327405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/indulging-unhealthy-love-habits.html' title='indulging unhealthy love habits'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sh_MYkFbymI/AAAAAAAAA30/osVgMLZ4T-I/s72-c/gfbvd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-3951927619141116124</id><published>2009-05-27T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T04:51:29.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SWINE FLU!</title><content type='html'>Hey gang! I have nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IM STILL NOT OVER THE AMERICAN IDOL THING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340467271233066562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sh0msCxyVkI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Und2jKV0jvo/s400/aall.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On other, more significant news, have you guys heard? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SWINE FLU HAS MADE ITS WAY TO SINGAPORE, THANKS TO THE DUDE WHO CAME BACK FROM BLOODY NEW FUCKING YORK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can I just say, that THAT idiot is just so bloody &lt;strong&gt;selfish&lt;/strong&gt;! I mean, really. WHY? WHY do you HAVE to ruin life for me. I mean, US, Singaporeans. &lt;strong&gt;If you know you' re coming back home from the SWINE FLU AFFECTED AREA&lt;/strong&gt;, be sure to &lt;strong&gt;atleast have the decency to BLOODY CHECK WITH THE MEDICAL PROFESSSIONALS &lt;/strong&gt;there if you have infact contracted that joke of a virus!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im so pissed with these mother effers, seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-3951927619141116124?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3951927619141116124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=3951927619141116124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3951927619141116124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3951927619141116124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/swine-flu.html' title='SWINE FLU!'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sh0msCxyVkI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Und2jKV0jvo/s72-c/aall.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-3018150351542054574</id><published>2009-05-26T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T05:15:31.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch, wisdom tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340102589295149842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ShvbAwsUwxI/AAAAAAAAA3U/EmJ7VyQKvf8/s400/6W93Y6CAVFTNDUCAURQ8FFCAIWA4Z5CAIK5SJGCATJDVDXCAUGKDI1CAL4T3OBCA26W0JVCAEVF15UCAIEK7RBCAB8DT15CA2A73J8CAKIKZJ5CAZ2PYYLCAM5EMYTCA07ZJBLCAAZ2Z7BCA4FKF4A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need a hug!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferably from &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ShvbKaodygI/AAAAAAAAA3c/SLmlBiS9eMs/s1600-h/33di5oz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340102755172076034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ShvbKaodygI/AAAAAAAAA3c/SLmlBiS9eMs/s400/33di5oz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt; of my wisdom tooth are growing out &lt;strong&gt;and it hurts&lt;/strong&gt; like a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MUTHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cannot chew anything without &lt;strong&gt;drooling&lt;/strong&gt; on myself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM IN SERIOUS NEED OF A DENTIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340103883069445426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ShvcMEYJ1TI/AAAAAAAAA3k/nedCHYtpFqI/s400/dentist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is making my temperature go all yo- yo mode on me. I miss eating Ben&amp;amp; Jerry's!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OW OW OWWWWWWW.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-3018150351542054574?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3018150351542054574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=3018150351542054574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3018150351542054574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3018150351542054574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/ouch-wisdom-tooth.html' title='Ouch, wisdom tooth'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ShvbAwsUwxI/AAAAAAAAA3U/EmJ7VyQKvf8/s72-c/6W93Y6CAVFTNDUCAURQ8FFCAIWA4Z5CAIK5SJGCATJDVDXCAUGKDI1CAL4T3OBCA26W0JVCAEVF15UCAIEK7RBCAB8DT15CA2A73J8CAKIKZJ5CAZ2PYYLCAM5EMYTCA07ZJBLCAAZ2Z7BCA4FKF4A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-4858714041353216909</id><published>2009-05-23T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:47:05.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Shi9Ot6JTDI/AAAAAAAAA3M/uJiwKkRd_Kc/s1600-h/photography-5-1-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339225418787015730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Shi9Ot6JTDI/AAAAAAAAA3M/uJiwKkRd_Kc/s400/photography-5-1-1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are we? Who are you? Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey gang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I' ve been doing a lot of thinking these past few days and the question that has been lingering in my mind is &lt;strong&gt;" Am I really what I am?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I dont think I am what I am. I think I' ve been lying my whole life, trying to blend in with everyone. Part of me is fake and I' ve been feeding lies to anyone who talks to me. &lt;em&gt;It' s this unhealthy little habit of wanting to fit in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you' ll never hear me say;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; the Jonas brothers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dont like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Twilight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pink is a nice colour &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think &lt;strong&gt;Screamo&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I play &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pokemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; Backstreet Boys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;godamn asian ninja spastic&lt;/span&gt; nerd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;etc etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think we all have made this mask which we wear whenever we step outside our comfort zone. And I as a person strongly believes that that mask we wear has to go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean, Im sick of going with the flow. I see alot of people doing and saying things, just youknow, to be excepted by others, you know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I watch Disney Channel, I play Pokemon, I watch Mr Bean and laugh my ass off, I do all these things that alot of people think is stupid or immature. &lt;strong&gt;And if people wont accept me for the kind of person that I am, then they' re not worth my time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you' re trying to portraying yourself to someone and not telling stuff about you, like not telling them you actually like listening to Hillary Duff then you' re not actually portraying the real you isnt it? I mean, if the person likes you then it really means that the person likes you for who you' re not. Right? I think everyone should stop pretending to be somebody youre not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;UNLESS YOU' RE IN HIGHSCHOOL. Highschool is brutal. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is for me anyway&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes you need to hide these things, you need to pretend that you' re into some things just so that you can &lt;strong&gt;SURVIVE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For me if your friends are, you know, if they' re your true friends then &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;they wont change you into something they want you to be&lt;/span&gt;. I see if some one tries to change you for them, just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drop them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. No kind of friendship manipulates people to change into another person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, who do you think you are now? Are you really what you are or are you just a product of the in crowd?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought so too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-4858714041353216909?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4858714041353216909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=4858714041353216909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4858714041353216909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4858714041353216909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-are-you.html' title='who are you?'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Shi9Ot6JTDI/AAAAAAAAA3M/uJiwKkRd_Kc/s72-c/photography-5-1-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-5146619263415009776</id><published>2009-05-21T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:29:02.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you got something on yo lip and it' s makin me sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ShYm8hqDaoI/AAAAAAAAA20/iWMfAwmFN48/s1600-h/DSC00928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338497229563062914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ShYm8hqDaoI/AAAAAAAAA20/iWMfAwmFN48/s400/DSC00928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey mods!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am sick. Sick sick little bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So mom sent me to the clinic to get myself checked and I had to wear a mask. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor said my throat' s sore and my eyes are in stage 1, sore eyes. So I had the drops and a couple of pills and Im cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My head iz spinning so I think Imma stop here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I actually took this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338498913283905138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ShYoeiAYlnI/AAAAAAAAA28/nKeTtI1VFxc/s400/DSC00925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I actually took a decent picture. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;It' s a masterpiece&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to me anyways&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P. S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Oh yes, American Idol&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338499510258564930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ShYpBR6O_0I/AAAAAAAAA3E/l3Bi99HRyfM/s400/top11shootkris2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kris Allen &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; cutie patootie won. Kudos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;although I really think Adam Lambert should win but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Adam Lambert&lt;/span&gt;, wipe off your guyliner and go make an album because&lt;strong&gt; Im buying it&lt;/strong&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/7270747108494470719-5146619263415009776?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5146619263415009776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=5146619263415009776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/5146619263415009776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/5146619263415009776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-got-something-on-yo-lip-and-it-s.html' title='you got something on yo lip and it&apos; s makin me sick.'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ShYm8hqDaoI/AAAAAAAAA20/iWMfAwmFN48/s72-c/DSC00928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-973986450813860382</id><published>2009-05-20T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T05:21:46.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so this is it huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ShPx5XyndWI/AAAAAAAAA2k/gMhKXwM9Hp0/s1600-h/AL125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337875951305323874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ShPx5XyndWI/AAAAAAAAA2k/gMhKXwM9Hp0/s400/AL125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337880165447344418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ShP1uqsXoSI/AAAAAAAAA2s/3FV5ELLwcIg/s400/alll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey mods!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CANNOT DECIDE WHO TO ROOT FOR! THEY' RE BOTH SO GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There' s the&lt;strong&gt; gay hotshot who can totally belt a tune&lt;/strong&gt; and then there' s the &lt;strong&gt;cutie patootie who made me download the Heartless cover by him &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;illegally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you guys? Who do you think will win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*cough Lambert cough*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT KRIS IS CUTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-973986450813860382?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/973986450813860382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=973986450813860382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/973986450813860382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/973986450813860382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-this-is-it-huh.html' title='so this is it huh?'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ShPx5XyndWI/AAAAAAAAA2k/gMhKXwM9Hp0/s72-c/AL125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-2073845722153098105</id><published>2009-05-19T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T05:01:34.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ShKa71t19II/AAAAAAAAA2M/TUeBOXDSzyQ/s1600-h/marvin-minsky-grey-robot-boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337498861209777282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ShKa71t19II/AAAAAAAAA2M/TUeBOXDSzyQ/s400/marvin-minsky-grey-robot-boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;OMGOMGOMG This thing is super adorable right? I know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey mods!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have this thing for cute pouch like toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny or whatever his name is, is going to send/ ship that in for me. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-2073845722153098105?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2073845722153098105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=2073845722153098105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2073845722153098105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2073845722153098105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/toys.html' title='toys'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ShKa71t19II/AAAAAAAAA2M/TUeBOXDSzyQ/s72-c/marvin-minsky-grey-robot-boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-7940472193598163681</id><published>2009-05-18T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T05:05:50.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>like there' s not enough drama in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DO NOT GO AROUND ACTING LIKE YOU OWN ME OR ANYTHING. I WANT TO HAMMER YOR MOUTH TO THE WALLZ OF THE ESPLANADE LIBRARY YOU MOTHEREFFER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eh bodoh, sedarlah yang aku mengetype itu semua khas untuk kamu. Tolong jangan bebual/contact ngan aku lagi pasal kau lah jantan yang tak sedar diri. Pikir aku heran pe yang kau tu banyak lah sangat kawan mawan yang gerek gerek? Bitch please. Anyways, mmg aku block kau dari msn aku. Dah, sudah. ADIOS, BERAMBOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-7940472193598163681?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7940472193598163681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=7940472193598163681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/7940472193598163681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/7940472193598163681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/like-there-s-not-enough-drama-in-my.html' title='like there&apos; s not enough drama in my life'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-1120728717374588519</id><published>2009-05-17T04:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T04:55:42.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bitch i will cut 'chu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM BEYOND PISSED I TELL YOU (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;midol&lt;/span&gt; and snickers. I am so pissed I could actually piss on some unlucky bitch' s face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are making my life difficult and I want to slap you so hard your mother could feel it. You little git of a bitch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are driving me nuts with your constant calling and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; you coconut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You need to lay off my panties and just stay the fuck away from me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are a foul git for not submitting/ giving me the design on time, making the whole lot of us struggling to meet the dateline.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are not home right now when I need motherly balm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You do not have the time to call me and I am missing you so badly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You need to stop being stupid and just carry on with life already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You need to call me right now and tell me that you are sorry for calling at me at 6am in the morning to accidentally- on- purpose call me for no reason whatsoever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp;ESPECIALLY YOU&lt;/span&gt; are a selfish little ass who thinks of no one but your ugly old self!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am pissed with everyone I know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-1120728717374588519?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1120728717374588519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=1120728717374588519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1120728717374588519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1120728717374588519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/bitch-i-will-cut-chu.html' title='bitch i will cut &apos;chu'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-2407544916640033733</id><published>2009-05-15T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:01:37.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because it' s good for the soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey mods!&lt;/span&gt; I, Aisyah, have already fulfill &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;one of the most fulfilling deed any human could ever do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I donated blood&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was &lt;strong&gt;excited&lt;/strong&gt;. Then, I was &lt;strong&gt;scared shitless&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean, who wont be freaked out knowing that a needle is about to enter your vein to suck out blood into &lt;strong&gt;4 test tubes, a small 5 oz bag&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a holy mother of goodness big bag IV type thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know how much blood that is? Do you?! DO YOU!?! ANSWER ME MOTHER FUCKER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So firstly we had to register. It shocked me in a good way that there are MANY students actually turning up for this gig. It made me smile to know that &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;even rowdy ass kids donates blood for the blood bank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336261104137946146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg41M5TgRCI/AAAAAAAAA1E/LpV5xpYleCY/s400/DSC00841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then I had to report this Nurse before donating. Basically what the Nurse did was to pull my 4th finger and&lt;strong&gt; jabbed it with this&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; ultra quick ninja stealth&lt;/span&gt; needle into it&lt;/strong&gt;. It hurts. And blood was put into a Yakult straw of some sort and dumped into a glass beaker of blue liquid thingy. Only then, I get a  chair. Like those.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg41S1RromI/AAAAAAAAA1M/-e_wYlSlmJs/s1600-h/DSC00843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336261206135775842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg41S1RromI/AAAAAAAAA1M/-e_wYlSlmJs/s400/DSC00843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The yellow old people are the nurses. So the nurse did her thing and I feel needle going into my veins. I thought it would take like 15 minutes or something like that but it only took like 5 minutes. How fast blood travels/ flow. &lt;strong&gt;Then we get milo and this super cute bandage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336261483695773314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg41i_RJFoI/AAAAAAAAA1U/pI3aLvIfwYs/s400/DSC00844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and during CMB, because I was so bored, I started tattooing Azlin' s arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the sketch. Some anime eye shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336260873569480338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg40_eXsrpI/AAAAAAAAA0s/u6ajxrottSE/s400/DSC00837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then I got my Unibal Signos and started inking that shit. Mr Ramu was shaking his head/ laughing at what I was doing. "Tattoo artist ah?"- so he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336260941134392434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg41DaEbbHI/AAAAAAAAA00/Y_iL5G2CXrc/s400/DSC00838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I caught this bitch sleeping in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg41HyNzTtI/AAAAAAAAA08/-_Iac_4ERO0/s1600-h/DSC00859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336261016335634130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg41HyNzTtI/AAAAAAAAA08/-_Iac_4ERO0/s400/DSC00859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh oh and I have a Zebra hybrid teacher for Office Applications. Maaaaaaaaaaann, look at her. HAHAHAHAHAHA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336261652256022338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg41szNCX0I/AAAAAAAAA1k/hOIwVrxZ93g/s400/DSC00846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-2407544916640033733?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2407544916640033733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=2407544916640033733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2407544916640033733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2407544916640033733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-it-s-good-for-soul.html' title='because it&apos; s good for the soul'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg41M5TgRCI/AAAAAAAAA1E/LpV5xpYleCY/s72-c/DSC00841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-257162593110675858</id><published>2009-05-15T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T05:43:36.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you stay cute/ gorgus/ glamorous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg1fwRwGPwI/AAAAAAAAA0M/dMzWTY4Xj6I/s1600-h/36752128843562l_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336026416507404034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg1fwRwGPwI/AAAAAAAAA0M/dMzWTY4Xj6I/s400/36752128843562l_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I JUST HAD TO SHOW YOU GUYS THAT PICTURE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I' D BASH THE E dude&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg1VYW48BpI/AAAAAAAAAy8/rq6_VY9oHVY/s1600-h/hwjua8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336015010453522066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg1VYW48BpI/AAAAAAAAAy8/rq6_VY9oHVY/s400/hwjua8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Hey mods!&lt;/span&gt; I picked this picture because the Olsen Twins are super gorgeyyyyyyyyyy. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No assholes, Im not a lesbian.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sorry pal&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the tittle of this post suggest, &lt;strong&gt;I' m going to show/ tell you what I do to stay gorgus and glamorous and gorgus and cute and everything that has to do with looking dang good.&lt;/strong&gt; I am beautiful and I have a secret. Shoot me bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So first thing first you got to have this. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Bed Head Small Talk 3-in-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This thing is super good, it smells fantastic and I love it. If you have like thin/ thinning/ flat hair like mine, get this, it' s super duper good and It' s worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336024665794293442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg1eKX1kLsI/AAAAAAAAAzc/NJZgPzPL8-A/s400/bedhead_smalltalk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I have some lotion. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Satsuma body butter from The Body Shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I got normal skin so this is perfect. I love the smell of it. It makes me want to lick it clean but I wont because it' s innedible. Go try it, it works and I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336026956327049970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg1gPsvIWvI/AAAAAAAAA0U/jLaybH-jFjE/s400/lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staying gorgus isnt only about how you set yourself up, it' s also about staying clean faced. Eversince highschool &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;since I was pimply faced&lt;/span&gt; I' ve been using &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;St Ives Apricot scrub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on my face, you know, little gentle scrub to get those pores out you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336025118081826450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg1eksvUPpI/AAAAAAAAAz0/_s1UB5kiJTM/s400/st+ives.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also use &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Noxoderm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for those stubborn pimples. It &lt;strong&gt;HURTS&lt;/strong&gt; alot. It' s alot like Oxy and it hurts badly but I still use it and it works. &lt;strong&gt;It' s like dot in the night and then bam in the morning and it' s gone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336024775219050050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg1eQveddkI/AAAAAAAAAzk/YSNprdqU6e0/s400/nixoderm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, besides brushing and flossing my pearly whites, I also use mouth wash like Listerine. My favourite one is the FreshBurst because it taste like gum and it' s green. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336024546339789330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg1eDa1ZGhI/AAAAAAAAAzU/doBz4j9639k/s400/Listerine_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so make- up? Well I put certain shit on my face like The Body Shop Bronzer. It' s not like so shimmery so it' s like au natural. Loveeeeeeee it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336024443924762786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg1d9dTv0KI/AAAAAAAAAzM/jdgeG3z6-b0/s400/bronzer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont forget this AMAZING eyeliner, &lt;strong&gt;Revlon Liquid Colourstay eyeliner&lt;/strong&gt;. Because I have shaky hands and I cannot draw a decent line near my lashline, this is a perfect solution. The tip is not so felt tip, it' s abit flexible so it' s abit forgiving then the rest. Loving it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336029137482722834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg1iOqLKrhI/AAAAAAAAA0c/AaiUOKztrWM/s400/LX911660_1_Revlon_Color_Stay_Liquid_Eyeliner_01_Black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont use like foundation creme or anything because I dont feel the need to.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recommended by my girl Azlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, ZA is a good enough foundation for normal to oily skin like mine. It is abit pricey but it last for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336024384945758770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg1d6BmDojI/AAAAAAAAAzE/fhoIu_uW1-U/s400/za.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont forget your&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Vaseline&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Vaseline, important stuff for me. If you' re like me and your lips are all chappy and dry and ugly, this is the solution. You can use it on your lashes too, to make it longer. And &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;on your boobs, like Tyra&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336025192096677154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg1epAd1PSI/AAAAAAAAAz8/OCaE0eWgOSo/s400/Vaseline%2520368g%2520L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know guys, I' ve been neglecting the blog for quite a few weeks. I' m sorry, I' m a bitch I know it. Blame it on school. I' ve been really busy with school and and and.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a school post coming on soon so stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-257162593110675858?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/257162593110675858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=257162593110675858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/257162593110675858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/257162593110675858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-do-you-stay-cute-gorgus-glamorous.html' title='How do you stay cute/ gorgus/ glamorous'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sg1fwRwGPwI/AAAAAAAAA0M/dMzWTY4Xj6I/s72-c/36752128843562l_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-8238125740357938942</id><published>2009-05-11T04:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T04:52:42.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>classmates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggOd0B9GFI/AAAAAAAAAy0/YE084IsQdHQ/s1600-h/DSC00812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334529663966189650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggOd0B9GFI/AAAAAAAAAy0/YE084IsQdHQ/s400/DSC00812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Okay class, sing it like me, Me me me me me meeeeeeeeeeee."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey mods!&lt;/span&gt; This post is brought to you by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggOUF_YonI/AAAAAAAAAyk/39KSMu58apI/s1600-h/DSC00732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334529496988557938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggOUF_YonI/AAAAAAAAAyk/39KSMu58apI/s400/DSC00732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggOQk1bdFI/AAAAAAAAAyc/sSIaGDGk8dQ/s1600-h/DSC00730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334529436548822098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggOQk1bdFI/AAAAAAAAAyc/sSIaGDGk8dQ/s400/DSC00730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yu Sen/ Wilson actually looked cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggOMTK5C1I/AAAAAAAAAyU/5VZSbq8MeoY/s1600-h/DSC00728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334529363087526738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggOMTK5C1I/AAAAAAAAAyU/5VZSbq8MeoY/s400/DSC00728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH LOOK AT THEIR FACES! PRICELESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggOIFTa_4I/AAAAAAAAAyM/d38t2ZW_tJg/s1600-h/DSC00714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334529290645733250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggOIFTa_4I/AAAAAAAAAyM/d38t2ZW_tJg/s400/DSC00714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The peacegina thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggOEdMWyCI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Q5EgVLrVXrw/s1600-h/DSC00711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334529228339071010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggOEdMWyCI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Q5EgVLrVXrw/s400/DSC00711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what 2 'O' lvl ART and design kids came up with paint. Awesome isnt it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggOAL3bivI/AAAAAAAAAx8/WxB-8iUSbTM/s1600-h/DSC00709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334529154968423154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggOAL3bivI/AAAAAAAAAx8/WxB-8iUSbTM/s400/DSC00709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Artist at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggNP70BrLI/AAAAAAAAAxs/46dRWBFH-ME/s1600-h/DSC00831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334528326025456818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggNP70BrLI/AAAAAAAAAxs/46dRWBFH-ME/s400/DSC00831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aryani and Mohshayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggNKyd6KNI/AAAAAAAAAxk/PJMXiDovbmQ/s1600-h/DSC00825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334528237617424594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggNKyd6KNI/AAAAAAAAAxk/PJMXiDovbmQ/s400/DSC00825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JX and Sharoooooooooooon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggNHtPuSsI/AAAAAAAAAxc/JH04KPSYEu4/s1600-h/DSC00824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334528184676141762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggNHtPuSsI/AAAAAAAAAxc/JH04KPSYEu4/s400/DSC00824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JX and Chu fang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggNCEt-fHI/AAAAAAAAAxU/hwNvXA_JqXs/s1600-h/DSC00815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334528087897832562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggNCEt-fHI/AAAAAAAAAxU/hwNvXA_JqXs/s400/DSC00815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cheng An&lt;/span&gt;. He tried to not glue Azlin and my mouth during Office Applications because we were giggling continuosly. Apparently he looked cute in this shot. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" You two ahhhhhhhh..." he was saying. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BY THE WAY, the hairy/ manly hand belongs to Norazlin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggM-tsuEcI/AAAAAAAAAxM/0L6Ef1iPQCs/s1600-h/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334528030178939330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggM-tsuEcI/AAAAAAAAAxM/0L6Ef1iPQCs/s400/DSC00813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr Ramu tries hard to educate us by singing soprano. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggM5nbhI9I/AAAAAAAAAxE/lpEcSBj7Mfk/s1600-h/DSC00812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334527942596830162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggM5nbhI9I/AAAAAAAAAxE/lpEcSBj7Mfk/s400/DSC00812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just look at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-8238125740357938942?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8238125740357938942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=8238125740357938942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8238125740357938942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8238125740357938942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/classmates.html' title='classmates'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SggOd0B9GFI/AAAAAAAAAy0/YE084IsQdHQ/s72-c/DSC00812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-1128940182706443241</id><published>2009-05-09T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:32:00.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I' m feeling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bimbotic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I warned you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey mods!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today right, I went out with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my bestie (hi girl!) and like we were &lt;strong&gt;mother' s day gift hunting&lt;/strong&gt;. Fun stuff. Anyways right, we &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, both took the bus (and I was like sick to my stomach) to Hougang to meet my mommy (lessthanthree) to hand her her present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A bracelet&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; (it is super &lt;strong&gt;gorgeous&lt;/strong&gt;, I would want one myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sweet)&lt;/span&gt; homemade card with my picture in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A gorgeous pai of brooches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Look at the bling on her wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYkMGWpOpI/AAAAAAAAAw0/9zyUlAZpL_8/s1600-h/DSC00743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333990598949550738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYkMGWpOpI/AAAAAAAAAw0/9zyUlAZpL_8/s400/DSC00743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here' s my sweet sweet mom, with the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYkFxUA1cI/AAAAAAAAAws/zCQ3-d12fmY/s1600-h/DSC00744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333990490222155202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYkFxUA1cI/AAAAAAAAAws/zCQ3-d12fmY/s400/DSC00744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bestie bought my mom a piece of &lt;strong&gt;super silky scarf&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Totally &lt;/span&gt;cute. You should &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; have seen the look on my mommy' s face (!) She was &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; in tears (of joy). She was totally pleased with the gifts. Then she whipped out her magic wand and&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; like&lt;/span&gt; food appeared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we said goodbye and bestie and I went to like Starbucks at Marina bay and walked all the way to Singapore river. Picture' s below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;P. S The guy working at Starbucks is super cute (!) I was so tempted to go ask for his number/ picture. Soooooo cute (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYj_TaIoxI/AAAAAAAAAwk/tkPLsSfsv4c/s1600-h/DSC00745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333990379115553554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYj_TaIoxI/AAAAAAAAAwk/tkPLsSfsv4c/s400/DSC00745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The picture reminds me of the old times when I would hang with Elfira/ Raihana. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poser days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;PHOTOGRAPHY IN SESSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYj6QazXoI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Ph_4IhOUYnA/s1600-h/DSC00748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333990292413701762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYj6QazXoI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Ph_4IhOUYnA/s400/DSC00748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love cranes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYj1DXry_I/AAAAAAAAAwU/0RJ_Y6RS66Q/s1600-h/DSC00750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333990203011615730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYj1DXry_I/AAAAAAAAAwU/0RJ_Y6RS66Q/s400/DSC00750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Focus on) The clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYjvCOr-eI/AAAAAAAAAwM/x63jwvXsJ9I/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333990099626228194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYjvCOr-eI/AAAAAAAAAwM/x63jwvXsJ9I/s400/DSC00756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYjqvKTtYI/AAAAAAAAAwE/EjGrTd5qY3A/s1600-h/DSC00761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333990025788110210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYjqvKTtYI/AAAAAAAAAwE/EjGrTd5qY3A/s400/DSC00761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 little dicky birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYjX1cssCI/AAAAAAAAAv8/A0rM9OjJ85s/s1600-h/DSC00762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333989701058342946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYjX1cssCI/AAAAAAAAAv8/A0rM9OjJ85s/s400/DSC00762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More big black birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYjTTy_daI/AAAAAAAAAv0/UntPu-t2e2s/s1600-h/DSC00764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333989623305565602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYjTTy_daI/AAAAAAAAAv0/UntPu-t2e2s/s400/DSC00764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See the love? They were practically making out, bird style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYjOSsJJ_I/AAAAAAAAAvs/ZVsxaAKN5sA/s1600-h/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333989537109059570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYjOSsJJ_I/AAAAAAAAAvs/ZVsxaAKN5sA/s400/DSC00775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It reminds me of Indians, Chinese &amp;amp; Malays standing united.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYjEZoCSQI/AAAAAAAAAvk/VdtaJsFFEmE/s1600-h/DSC00766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333989367172188418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYjEZoCSQI/AAAAAAAAAvk/VdtaJsFFEmE/s400/DSC00766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYi84YGkgI/AAAAAAAAAvc/RWJIDTaPvjY/s1600-h/DSC00778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333989237987906050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYi84YGkgI/AAAAAAAAAvc/RWJIDTaPvjY/s400/DSC00778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYi4A8vK7I/AAAAAAAAAvU/fy-ZqFm_Mqw/s1600-h/DSC00796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333989154389699506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYi4A8vK7I/AAAAAAAAAvU/fy-ZqFm_Mqw/s400/DSC00796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colgate spokespersons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYihIWW2DI/AAAAAAAAAu8/79KvbZgNtTY/s1600-h/DSC00747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333988761239214130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYihIWW2DI/AAAAAAAAAu8/79KvbZgNtTY/s400/DSC00747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More cranes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYidOvxuEI/AAAAAAAAAu0/ZcbHj2Iwvds/s1600-h/DSC00745.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333989016612295954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYiv_sC1RI/AAAAAAAAAvM/omHVh9wqMcI/s400/DSC00802.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I think this guy looks like an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;old Asian version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of Matt Gallas (Kyle XY). Okay, just the hair and eyes. Okay maybe Im just crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P. S Guess what babes? Someone new knocked on my door and he is so adorable. Really and he' s sooooo annoying and he says my teeth is probably fake (no it isnt). Gonna meet him soonish (this Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7270747108494470719-1128940182706443241?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1128940182706443241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=1128940182706443241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1128940182706443241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1128940182706443241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-it-all.html' title='I want it all'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgYkMGWpOpI/AAAAAAAAAw0/9zyUlAZpL_8/s72-c/DSC00743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-1323297265040943769</id><published>2009-05-08T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T05:48:59.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chris brown that bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kadaar homies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Keep yo panties on bitchizzz, imma update da blog sometime soon ya dig?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;P. S Tag on ma tagboard and try guessin da meanin of &lt;strong&gt;Kadaar&lt;/strong&gt;. If you gotsit right mang, you the mang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-1323297265040943769?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1323297265040943769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=1323297265040943769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1323297265040943769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1323297265040943769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/chris-brown-that-bitch.html' title='chris brown that bitch!'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-7508026498544719638</id><published>2009-05-05T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T05:14:15.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE MEXICANS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAtXUJvOPI/AAAAAAAAAuc/O7TTTFoXYXE/s1600-h/Smosh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332311837376461042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAtXUJvOPI/AAAAAAAAAuc/O7TTTFoXYXE/s400/Smosh2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;SMOSHXICANS&lt;/span&gt;!~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&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/7270747108494470719-7508026498544719638?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7508026498544719638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=7508026498544719638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/7508026498544719638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/7508026498544719638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-mexicans.html' title='I LOVE MEXICANS'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAtXUJvOPI/AAAAAAAAAuc/O7TTTFoXYXE/s72-c/Smosh2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-3681843974947251230</id><published>2009-05-05T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T05:11:25.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My (sad/failed) attempt in photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAowHaNRiI/AAAAAAAAAuM/cY5M4HnfHuY/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey gang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is the &lt;strong&gt;first ever photography club meeting&lt;/strong&gt; and Azlin and I didnt feel like joining anymore. What is required of us is too high. Portfolios and competitions and whatnot. The major thing is actually the fact that I do not own ANY camera except for my cellphone wimpy 3.2 megapixel cybershot phone. So, I had to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;brightside&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ze eyez burnz),&lt;/span&gt; there' s &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Saint John tomorrow at Bedok ITE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also a photo post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAoplps2QI/AAAAAAAAAuE/20bNNliwGSk/s1600-h/DSC00688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332306653753432322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAoplps2QI/AAAAAAAAAuE/20bNNliwGSk/s400/DSC00688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How can you expect to feel safe when the security guards are flirting all day? Oh wait, we NEVER feel safe even with security guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAomFq4ZiI/AAAAAAAAAt8/feNzuLn2khc/s1600-h/DSC00687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332306593628841506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAomFq4ZiI/AAAAAAAAAt8/feNzuLn2khc/s400/DSC00687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture; Stairway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Description; People who wont take the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAoiG5aGEI/AAAAAAAAAt0/qzWnFQWsnu0/s1600-h/DSC00686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332306525238728770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAoiG5aGEI/AAAAAAAAAt0/qzWnFQWsnu0/s400/DSC00686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picture; Pink is the new black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Description; Even guys wear pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAobzi-6QI/AAAAAAAAAts/9Wso6JYMaz4/s1600-h/DSC00679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332306416965183746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAobzi-6QI/AAAAAAAAAts/9Wso6JYMaz4/s400/DSC00679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture; Home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Description; House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAoW741plI/AAAAAAAAAtk/gweSHduxbZc/s1600-h/DSC00678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332306333304989266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAoW741plI/AAAAAAAAAtk/gweSHduxbZc/s400/DSC00678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY FAVOURITE SHOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Picture; The wrath of a woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Description; Azlin will get her revenge on that dickhead who cheated on her *insert evil laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAoSSDlDtI/AAAAAAAAAtc/t4wTgWXeSAw/s1600-h/DSC00677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332306253356273362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAoSSDlDtI/AAAAAAAAAtc/t4wTgWXeSAw/s400/DSC00677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAoOY1PjlI/AAAAAAAAAtU/nMX7t04HnCs/s1600-h/DSC00674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332306186455715410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAoOY1PjlI/AAAAAAAAAtU/nMX7t04HnCs/s400/DSC00674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; World, meet green shirted cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAoKiyTL_I/AAAAAAAAAtM/ZFs9p5wCqBc/s1600-h/DSC00673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332306120408248306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAoKiyTL_I/AAAAAAAAAtM/ZFs9p5wCqBc/s400/DSC00673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My opinion, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;BEST SHOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAoFnBUnmI/AAAAAAAAAtE/JS8byReiL6k/s1600-h/DSC00671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332306035645652578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAoFnBUnmI/AAAAAAAAAtE/JS8byReiL6k/s400/DSC00671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAn_d87wPI/AAAAAAAAAs8/yExXYmNI9Sg/s1600-h/DSC00667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332305930132111602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAn_d87wPI/AAAAAAAAAs8/yExXYmNI9Sg/s400/DSC00667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332305856946181442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAn7NUDFUI/AAAAAAAAAs0/PKmmTrqEt1I/s400/DSC00666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Picture; Aftermath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Description; Azlin hungry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my portfolio, for the theme; Bathroom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAn2Npa1MI/AAAAAAAAAss/r-v_S5TAsKQ/s1600-h/DSC00665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332305771136472258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAn2Npa1MI/AAAAAAAAAss/r-v_S5TAsKQ/s400/DSC00665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAnyCRwnuI/AAAAAAAAAsk/94hsuFb3eXI/s1600-h/DSC00664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332305699364970210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAnyCRwnuI/AAAAAAAAAsk/94hsuFb3eXI/s400/DSC00664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAntvbAscI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ZAqhqCQmCjM/s1600-h/DSC00663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332305625584021954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAntvbAscI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ZAqhqCQmCjM/s400/DSC00663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;WE ARE  PHOTOGRAPHERS! HEAR US ROAR!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not to mention that we take stupid photographs and call it photography!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332306897806174066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAo3y0aJ3I/AAAAAAAAAuU/3JjuINgqujc/s400/DSC00661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;World, meet Suzzie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry pal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IF you dont already realize, I was mocking what teenagers these days consider Photography. Just because you have a Nikon d100x camera doesnt mean you are skilled. Even I could take crap pictures with ,my cellphone camera!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;P. S ADMIT ALREADY (!)&lt;/span&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/7270747108494470719-3681843974947251230?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3681843974947251230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=3681843974947251230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3681843974947251230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3681843974947251230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-sadfailed-attempt-in-photography.html' title='My (sad/failed) attempt in photography'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SgAoplps2QI/AAAAAAAAAuE/20bNNliwGSk/s72-c/DSC00688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-3005245286862717291</id><published>2009-05-04T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T05:19:28.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monday blues, i need midol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf7X9waGQTI/AAAAAAAAAsU/RoTdbqrRTj0/s1600-h/Toky+photography+Dennish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331936464819601714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf7X9waGQTI/AAAAAAAAAsU/RoTdbqrRTj0/s400/Toky+photography+Dennish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey gang!&lt;/span&gt; Before I start with the normal ramblings, I just have to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STOP LYING AND EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lying to someone who stick with you through thick and thins is just, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The lie may be small, insignificant. &lt;strong&gt;It feels like a nosebleed you know, like it doesnt hurt but you still bleed you get what Im saying?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, the day started with rain. Yes, rain rain didnt go away and I started the day with wet socks and shoes. Awesome, isnt it? Oh dont worry, I had an umbrella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Shah ignored us. I guess there' s probably something heavy on her mind so we decided not to budge her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During lunch, Azlin and I were singing to Nsync, Backstreet Boys and A1. It was awesome. It was as though we were the only 2 people in the cafeteria. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was a happy bunny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOWEVER, I was irritated/annoyed and feel that people should just back the fuck off (Azlin, you know I know we know)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday blues, it was a long day and we all got pissy by the last lesson, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;life skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay let me just tell you a little about &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Life Skills&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT. IS. FUCKING. POINTLESS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; 2 hours of things we already know is detrimental to our health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(sidetracked abit, I think I have a Sinus infection. I cant breathe properly thanks to the clog in my nose and throat. Doctor?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to Life Skills, we had to construct the tallest and most stable structure made of newspapers. I HATE IT. I think it was so pointless. And there' s only 1 guy in my team. It sucks. &lt;strong&gt;Atleast he smelled good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met bestie and hung out for abit with Azlin and her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow' s Photography Club and I' m actually nervous. What if they asks us like theoratical questions like; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;What is Photography to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so going to sprout crap man I tell you. I' ll probably say things like &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Photography is Literature through pictures"&lt;/span&gt; so on and so forth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P. S Tomorrow, I will be PMSing. I could tell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-3005245286862717291?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3005245286862717291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=3005245286862717291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3005245286862717291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3005245286862717291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-blues-i-need-midol.html' title='monday blues, i need midol'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf7X9waGQTI/AAAAAAAAAsU/RoTdbqrRTj0/s72-c/Toky+photography+Dennish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-2537811779673677145</id><published>2009-05-02T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:58:45.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar liar pants on fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1AKUWGwcI/AAAAAAAAAro/GS_2laH0exA/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331488079880831426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1AKUWGwcI/AAAAAAAAAro/GS_2laH0exA/s400/sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE LIARS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey gang!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate liars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean, I hate those people who lie in my face and think that I dont have a clue. It is annoying and hurtfull. &lt;strong&gt;I do not feel respected and it makes me feel like a pile of bat droppings&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wont lie and said I' ve never lied in my whole life.&lt;/em&gt; I have, like a millionbillion times before. Wether it' s a white lie or a straight up fuck lie. I lie to. However, I do not go on lying for a living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I usually dont bitch about people on my site but I feel that I have the right to because I cannot take anymore bullshit from you &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(you know im talking about you).&lt;/span&gt; Hello you, this is for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I just want you to know that every single lie you tell me, I know. I know because I took literature and is studying about body language. Also, when I put the pieces together, it doesnt fit. It' s like 2 sets of puzzle jumbled up together, I can never solve it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So you say it' s about your family, I understand/respect your decision to not want to confide in me but you cannot blame me when I feel unworthy. I wont cry a bloody river for you, but I know you know that you are breaking my heart (not that there' s any left). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I will let this thing we share go, but I wont let it die (yes I took that straight cut from a song) because I have the ability to forgive. Stop lying man, we could work things out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, that aside, a guy from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;photography club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; called me (finally). I thought that I didnt get the slot but it turned out I did. I was at the Saloon when he called it went a little something like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Fazli- Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me- Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Fazli- Aisyah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me- Yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Fazli- This is Fazli from photography club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me- Okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Fazli- There will be a meeting on next Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me- Okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Fazli- Do you know where' s the amp theater?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me- Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Fazli- Okay. The meeting will be at 3pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me- Okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Fazli- And it will be at the amp theater. Bring along a notebook and a pen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me- Okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Fazli- Yeah. Bring your writting materials that' s all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me- Okay, thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Fazli- Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me- Okay, bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Fazli- Okay... bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me- BYE(!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Fazli- Bye... see you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is THAT not CREEPY?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the hell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I think I broke a rib or 2 trying not to laugh. He talks as if I' m a 5 year old kid. Pfft. But atleast I got the slot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;noooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; it' s on &lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;! I always meet bestie on Tuesdays! (&amp;amp;Wenesdays!) Ah, I sure she' ll understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-2537811779673677145?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2537811779673677145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=2537811779673677145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2537811779673677145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2537811779673677145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/liar-liar-pants-on-fire.html' title='Liar liar pants on fire'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1AKUWGwcI/AAAAAAAAAro/GS_2laH0exA/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-7628347454174320342</id><published>2009-04-30T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:59:55.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont want to see developing boobies, please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfqYACAk7uI/AAAAAAAAArg/BeKl-zlSIVE/s1600-h/whore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330740235253116642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfqYACAk7uI/AAAAAAAAArg/BeKl-zlSIVE/s400/whore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This issue is lingering in my mind for the longest time. What is up with little 15 year old sluts wearing ultra micro school/or denim skirts and the low cut tank tops? I mean, REALLY. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I dont understand WHAT on earth are these kids trying to flaunt. Stick thin legs and lopside boobs? Slut, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I' ll stop here because I couldnt be bothered anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-7628347454174320342?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7628347454174320342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=7628347454174320342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/7628347454174320342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/7628347454174320342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-want-to-see-developing-boobies.html' title='i dont want to see developing boobies, please'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfqYACAk7uI/AAAAAAAAArg/BeKl-zlSIVE/s72-c/whore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-5530655552640961093</id><published>2009-04-30T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T05:08:33.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, I know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmNcIWtACI/AAAAAAAAArI/hlpTNwqXOSw/s1600-h/DSC00502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330447148388253730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmNcIWtACI/AAAAAAAAArI/hlpTNwqXOSw/s400/DSC00502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;See how Zombie like I look?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey gang!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I' ve been down with the flu and I feel like shiat&lt;/strong&gt;.My throat is sore, my nose is running and I have fever (and I feel like shit). So, bear with me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(no assholes, it' s not the swine flu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now let' s pretend that &lt;strong&gt;I' m talking to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; only &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Like face to face coversation. Here goes;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I know, I know, I' ve not been updating for awhile&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But just because I' ve been away, doesnt mean I love you guys any less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Its, I have been busy with school and, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;dont be mad&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you' re going to be pissed, go ahead, be mad at me. I' m over it. I' m going to be the nicer one and just apologize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I' m sorry I' m a bitch I know it. I just wanted to make the next post to be special you know. Like I wanted to be creative. Because we all know the Harry Potter Post was creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So that' s all I really have to say right now. So I just want to let you guys know that I havent forget about you. I think about you everyday. I will leave you to the music on the page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;END OF CONVERSATION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I' ll just show you the pictures (candid) I took of my fabulous clique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PRESENTING; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The VIATCHs &amp;amp; The BUSTARDS&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;Biatch and bastards&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enjoy ze picturez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmNSBKeNsI/AAAAAAAAArA/hhG5B5mAV70/s1600-h/DSC00545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330446974659212994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmNSBKeNsI/AAAAAAAAArA/hhG5B5mAV70/s400/DSC00545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fatin, Azlin &amp;amp; Shah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmNHJpSJ0I/AAAAAAAAAq4/fVRTcWkEHbo/s1600-h/DSC00552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330446787957368642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmNHJpSJ0I/AAAAAAAAAq4/fVRTcWkEHbo/s400/DSC00552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The malay one is Nana and she has MANY HUSBANDS. The other girl is Hannah. Hannah Montanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmM-44v2UI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Xhq6IgG_dWc/s1600-h/DSC00555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330446646019873090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmM-44v2UI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Xhq6IgG_dWc/s400/DSC00555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LMAO at Nat (the one with the pixie hair cut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmMqiDKMgI/AAAAAAAAAqo/aKXgxvI7LUU/s1600-h/DSC00557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330446296292143618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmMqiDKMgI/AAAAAAAAAqo/aKXgxvI7LUU/s400/DSC00557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aryani and Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmMf2wDpGI/AAAAAAAAAqg/bAZloy9FN54/s1600-h/DSC00558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330446112870605922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmMf2wDpGI/AAAAAAAAAqg/bAZloy9FN54/s400/DSC00558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moniter&amp;amp; Monitress Nat&amp;amp; Moshein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmMbTK5dOI/AAAAAAAAAqY/G1HAeILQ6AA/s1600-h/DSC00559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330446034600031458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmMbTK5dOI/AAAAAAAAAqY/G1HAeILQ6AA/s400/DSC00559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmMUWyajvI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/gJH39TTB8KY/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330445915312000754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmMUWyajvI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/gJH39TTB8KY/s400/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmMPoo0n1I/AAAAAAAAAqI/nDInRzPEuN4/s1600-h/DSC00569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330445834204258130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmMPoo0n1I/AAAAAAAAAqI/nDInRzPEuN4/s400/DSC00569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, this, is only HALF of my friends who are ready to swing. &lt;strong&gt;They are the epitome of awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmMKLNSkSI/AAAAAAAAAqA/izksUW6IINY/s1600-h/DSC00571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330445740404805922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmMKLNSkSI/AAAAAAAAAqA/izksUW6IINY/s400/DSC00571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My laughing buddy, Amalina. She is so like, funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmMGMzY23I/AAAAAAAAAp4/Xv7oT7p8AsU/s1600-h/DSC00572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330445672113560434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmMGMzY23I/AAAAAAAAAp4/Xv7oT7p8AsU/s400/DSC00572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ahve no idea why I have my &lt;strong&gt;Business Environment&lt;/strong&gt; teacher' s picture. Amalina and I were laughing our asses off at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P. S&lt;/span&gt; I didnt know they had Obama sweets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330447779098595602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmOA17xERI/AAAAAAAAArY/pBzAfV272WE/s400/DSC00550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330447514580537778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmNxchv0bI/AAAAAAAAArQ/QNBRof5vFpE/s400/DSC00549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-5530655552640961093?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5530655552640961093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=5530655552640961093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/5530655552640961093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/5530655552640961093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-i-know.html' title='Yeah, I know'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfmNcIWtACI/AAAAAAAAArI/hlpTNwqXOSw/s72-c/DSC00502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-3009205964225381423</id><published>2009-04-25T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T04:28:10.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey gang!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So today, I hung up with bestie and her family in search of her laptop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on the way to Mustafa Center and then I realized that my EZLINK card has no value. So I panicked and called my cousin to see if I could borrow a few bucks to top up my card. EZLINK fairs are going up the roof and I hate it! Screw adult fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got an &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Acer laptop&lt;/span&gt; which is $700+++. It is super heavy but since that' s the only thing in the budget, we have to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went on looking around and a store is selling a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MACBOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;OTHER LAPTOPS&lt;/strong&gt; at like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;$400+++&lt;/span&gt; WTF right?! All brand new and shiny and stuff. Too bad it' s&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; refurbished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the macbook is super tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then her mother treated me Thosai (an Indian vegetarian thingy) and I and Nurul were laughing non stop thanks to the Indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;strong&gt;AMK HUB&lt;/strong&gt; and chilled at McDonalds to eat McFlurry and Apple pie. Tried out to super cool functions and came up with super crap pictures. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfLv4eXuVmI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ociO8gHGm_U/s1600-h/Picture0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328585062637000290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfLv4eXuVmI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ociO8gHGm_U/s400/Picture0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328585138288220834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfLv84MYWqI/AAAAAAAAApY/rFkIKAa8XyY/s400/Picture0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328585222225589282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfLwBw4m9CI/AAAAAAAAApg/qlVh3_QD4Uw/s400/Picture0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328585324284565138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfLwHtFXVpI/AAAAAAAAApo/hXfbu5K5WiM/s400/Picture0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328585480249562482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfLwQyGUVXI/AAAAAAAAApw/eTv_25Q37FM/s400/Picture0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and we saw Zi Jun (Hi Zi Jun!) and Mun Ling at NP. Nurul calls Mun Ling &lt;em&gt;boo&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boo as in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GEBU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P. S Thanks Suriyati for the kaching. I' ll pay you back A.S.A.P!&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/7270747108494470719-3009205964225381423?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3009205964225381423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=3009205964225381423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3009205964225381423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3009205964225381423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/laptops.html' title='Laptops'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SfLv4eXuVmI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ociO8gHGm_U/s72-c/Picture0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-4699715389543007286</id><published>2009-04-22T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T05:00:00.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cca//photography club//sain johns ambulance brigade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey gang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I applied for my locker. I applied for one at the D block since most of the lectures are in the D block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also applied for my ccas already. I signed up for;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;PHOTOGRAPHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually &lt;strong&gt;am very interested&lt;/strong&gt; in photography &lt;strong&gt;since I was 15&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;but people around me kept telling me that those kids with the nixon cameras are all posers &lt;/strong&gt;so I never really expressed my interest in fear of being discriminated. So since Im older and realized that i dont give a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;flying fuck&lt;/span&gt; about what others think, I decided to live the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? Maybe I could end up being so pro at it that I could shoot like awesome, high def pictures like these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327481292452136754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Se8EAmAmBzI/AAAAAAAAApI/t5nIP2BqI_8/s400/l_ff35d67c042645258dcec7405e4df0f8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327481009344018834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Se8DwHWW-ZI/AAAAAAAAApA/4n-NNBszL2U/s400/kenctucky9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I signed up for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;SAINT JOHN AMBULANCE BRIGADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess since I was president for that in High School, it' ll only make sense to join this right? However the down side is, I' ll have to get my ass to Bedok ITE to go for the CCA. Sigh~ with the curly sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P. S I am sorry for the very short post but I' m tired and I couldnt give a give a shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-4699715389543007286?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4699715389543007286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=4699715389543007286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4699715389543007286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4699715389543007286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/ccaphotography-clubsain-johns-ambulance.html' title='cca//photography club//sain johns ambulance brigade'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Se8EAmAmBzI/AAAAAAAAApI/t5nIP2BqI_8/s72-c/l_ff35d67c042645258dcec7405e4df0f8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-153204940073602018</id><published>2009-04-21T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T05:26:14.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cliques/ zack efron/ hair</title><content type='html'>Hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It' s the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; week of school/ life in college/ trying to survive the adult fare/ still not receiving my school skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can not be way awesome than this, right? &lt;strong&gt;WRONG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been really exhausting this past few days due to all the drag lectures and whatnot. &lt;strong&gt;Some modules have already proven that they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; worthy of my time/ effort/ brain space.&lt;/strong&gt; Those modules are like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Life Skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;P. E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It' s not that I' m &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; the teacher wearing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tudung&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or anything but seriously, whatever she' s teaching is common sense and it somehow wont get into my brain. 2 hours of common sense is detrimental to my health!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is not helping too. It' s like &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;39 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Celsius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(!) and me, wearing a uniform, had been perspiring like nobody' s business and it' s super uncomfortable since the class room is like super tiny and has to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; like 38 people (excluding the lecturer)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; hot seniors like &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;, for instance, or &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Roy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on Nana' s behalf&lt;/span&gt;, that I turn up for class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also realize that by the 3rd day, cliques ahve formed and been sealed and cemented. &lt;em&gt;High school never ends!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Oh oh..oh oh oh ohhhh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so the newest blockbuster movie event 17 Again has already hit the roof. I have yet&lt;br /&gt;to watch it. It is annoying. I mean, WHY am I not finding the TIME to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Efron&lt;/span&gt;, all grown up and manly in the big screens? I need to get my priorities straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check him out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dayyyyyyyym&lt;/span&gt; he hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327118486866464498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Se26Ch4XjvI/AAAAAAAAAo4/u_XbgsONDrI/s400/zac_efron-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I really have the urge to just cut my hair and start with a fresh(!) look. I want to dye my hair black too, like raven black with like peekaboo highlights so I wont get caught by the Principal or something. Maybe something super cool like this? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327117975204114258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Se25kvyjr1I/AAAAAAAAAow/S0Kyx7wZhLg/s400/CIMG5627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-153204940073602018?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/153204940073602018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=153204940073602018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/153204940073602018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/153204940073602018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/cliques-zack-efron-hair.html' title='cliques/ zack efron/ hair'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Se26Ch4XjvI/AAAAAAAAAo4/u_XbgsONDrI/s72-c/zac_efron-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-928078945252128685</id><published>2009-04-18T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:47:49.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a Harry Potter post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey gang!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So you all know that the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;highly anticipated movie event of the year&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince&lt;/strong&gt;, is coming out no later or sooner than &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 July 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because &lt;strong&gt;I' m such a darling&lt;/strong&gt;, I get to preview the posters and Vinny is sending(shipping) them in for me this week! Thank you thank you thank you thank you (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; I am going to watch the movie. I plan on watching it thrice (and no doubt buying the DVD). That' s how much of a Harry Potter fan I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once again, I have to&lt;strong&gt; stress&lt;/strong&gt; that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Harry Potter&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;All you crazy vampirefreaks can come bite my asian ass.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, let me give you some preview;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326253889264709538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SeqnsU0qb6I/AAAAAAAAAnw/toHR8VxzwLI/s400/9av1uu.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Looking fierce Dumblydore! (I know its Dumbledore kids, keep your panties on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326253981739754050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SeqnxtUbokI/AAAAAAAAAn4/NaftTm71-XA/s400/6st2lt.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione looks super pretty, doesnt she? Whoever thought that that bushy annoying little witch would turn out to be so demure?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326254056249944882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Seqn2C5C6zI/AAAAAAAAAoA/QE_99N23wyQ/s400/2hf6p2p.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ronald Weasley = Adorable red head, enuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326255857717427346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Seqpe54XPJI/AAAAAAAAAoI/tvwqZYANGZA/s400/316xl6q.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;*Swoons. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326256131981490530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Seqpu3mAuWI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/khhBGmsjRC8/s400/ontd2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, now, readers, I need you all to look &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; closely.&lt;strong&gt; Is it me or had Ron been working out?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326256437069582642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SeqqAoIrkTI/AAAAAAAAAoY/wQnkQKLfboM/s400/s320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I get the &lt;strong&gt;BEST OF BOTH WORLDS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, yeah. I know you all are going to love me for this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P. S&lt;/span&gt; Whoever want to watch the movie, watch it with me. We' ll all go and &lt;em&gt;cut&lt;/em&gt; the Twilight fans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-928078945252128685?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/928078945252128685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=928078945252128685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/928078945252128685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/928078945252128685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-harry-potter-post.html' title='This is a Harry Potter post'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SeqnsU0qb6I/AAAAAAAAAnw/toHR8VxzwLI/s72-c/9av1uu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-7446114548960311801</id><published>2009-04-17T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:16:30.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a malay post</title><content type='html'>Hey gang! I just took a quiz on facebook and man it was so fuckin EPIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz tittle; Anda ni perempuan spesis apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, really. Take a look at my result;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PILIHAN UTAMA MAK MENTUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wah wah. ke mana anda pergi orang asyik tanya&lt;br /&gt;dah berpunya ke belum. sebab nak dijodohkan dengan anak dorang. anda jenis yang&lt;br /&gt;ramah mesra, cekap dalam urusan rumah tangga, matang dan pandai mengambil hati&lt;br /&gt;orang lain. kawan-kawan senang dengan anda dan anda selalunya ada ramai secret&lt;br /&gt;pakwe/secret admirer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelakar or what sia? I know, I know. Gelaklah kamu semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-7446114548960311801?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7446114548960311801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=7446114548960311801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/7446114548960311801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/7446114548960311801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/malay-post.html' title='a malay post'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-6785772389933304526</id><published>2009-04-17T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T05:27:26.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IE0904I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SehwLtj-gRI/AAAAAAAAAng/Fi32sHvwUnc/s1600-h/wennemine50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325629905876975890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SehwLtj-gRI/AAAAAAAAAng/Fi32sHvwUnc/s320/wennemine50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; " When no one' s looking, we' ll go steal them cookies and make a run for it you got it mang."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey gang!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh brotherly love, it' s a pleasure for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, today is the best day of my whole school life (in Bishan) so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nana came to class today :) Hope you feel better darl. (she has like a torn asshole so she cant shit and do anal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shah and Fatin were super late. Like 30 minutes late. Marshal arts dood was late too (Marshal Arts because he took a combination of &lt;em&gt;silate&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;wushu&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;taekwando&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;judo&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; frodo&lt;/em&gt;) (Oh and he's cute)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Luch was the same. I didnt eat, like the past 4 days. The only person who ate was Shah. I bought iced lemon tea. $1. 20~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were supposed to have a 2 hour lecture with Faris but he let us go after only half an hour. Monday, lessons cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Left for P. E and after we changed, J X came to tell us that P. E was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;cancelled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. P. E WAS CANCELLED. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After school the whole lot of us walked to Junction8 and they planned to have a class bonding session. Sadly I cant because I' m meeting mommy at Amk hub.&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I miss her truckloads I tell you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I was waiting for the train and there' s like 3 seniors who are not at all appealing who are like trying to act all that. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Wahlande&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they need to stop. I may be a 1st year student, but Im a 1st year student &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;with taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bite me bitch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Met mommy and ate at Fish&amp;amp;Co. I had this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325634049869300018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sehz87IvQTI/AAAAAAAAAno/PwP9RHMZ0DM/s320/DSC00537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So then I bonded with mommy, walked around and then we departed. It was short but it was special. (goes all emo). &lt;p&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-6785772389933304526?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6785772389933304526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=6785772389933304526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/6785772389933304526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/6785772389933304526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-no-one-s-looking-we-ll-go-steal.html' title='IE0904I'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SehwLtj-gRI/AAAAAAAAAng/Fi32sHvwUnc/s72-c/wennemine50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-3267560191336556904</id><published>2009-04-16T05:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T05:57:03.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Move move move, give me a break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SechWcVGixI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/oC3zmeNu_lw/s1600-h/mitchelldavis8D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325261753834441490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SechWcVGixI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/oC3zmeNu_lw/s400/mitchelldavis8D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey gang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. I' ve not been updating for god knows how long. I' ve got a very good reason though, I was&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; schooling&lt;/span&gt; (can I get an amen?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, school starts at 10:45am and we have the CCA orientation. The first person I saw when going to school was (swoons) &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Samuel&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;He is so bloody hot&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean, really. So he was doing his flagday at the traffic light area. So I smiled, walked up to him and said hi. (of course I donated) so he smiled and I died because my heart was beating so bloody fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the street was &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Isaac&lt;/span&gt;, also doing his flagday. We chatted for awhile and I donated, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think that' s it right? No more flag day doing high school friends? &lt;strong&gt;Wrong&lt;/strong&gt;. I saw Melvin and &lt;strong&gt;he basically demanded for me to donate&lt;/strong&gt;. Of course I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this must be all right? I' m not going to donate again, right? &lt;strong&gt;Wrong again asshole&lt;/strong&gt;, I donated at Bishan MRT to this nerd carrying a tin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we got this super boring talk by our core head and I was half sleeping. &lt;strong&gt;Joel is hot&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Macpherson ITE is huge and the students there looked twice older than Bishan students&lt;/strong&gt;. I. HATE. THEM. Oh I saw Sharkirin who was shocked that Im attending ITE (so am I bro, so am i)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Woodlands to grab &lt;em&gt;linner&lt;/em&gt; with Nurul and Suzzie. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dumpling U Mian&lt;/span&gt; for me, yay. Tired and went home after drinking bubble tea with bestie. She made me laugh every second I tell you. so that' s why I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and she likes to pat me on the shoulder. She also like to 'Pop my collar'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been rough. Not really. I mean. The modules I' m taking are, &lt;strong&gt;dull&lt;/strong&gt;, to say the least. Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Communications of Business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Office Applications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Business Environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Life skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the dreaded one,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;P. E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So far all my teachers are &lt;strong&gt;doods&lt;/strong&gt; (except for OA) and they seem really cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, the new classmates are alright although we seem to be seperating into cliques. As they say, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;high school never ends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah. The seniors (im talking about especially one) are all good looking so yeah, its all good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-3267560191336556904?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3267560191336556904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=3267560191336556904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3267560191336556904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3267560191336556904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/move-move-move-give-me-break.html' title='Move move move, give me a break'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SechWcVGixI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/oC3zmeNu_lw/s72-c/mitchelldavis8D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-8005683419838973302</id><published>2009-04-13T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T05:41:04.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SeMikLiM6ZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/q1BBLi8rEDA/s1600-h/haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324137189448935826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SeMikLiM6ZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/q1BBLi8rEDA/s400/haha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey gang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation was tiring and pointless. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I met this new friend also named &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Aishah&lt;/span&gt;. Dude,&lt;strong&gt; she have knuckle tattoo mang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; the people there looked like convicts and veterans of gangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I did my eyebrows already. The pain didnt stop me from dozing off while the lady was plucking my eyebrow. See, I was that &lt;strong&gt;tired&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-8005683419838973302?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8005683419838973302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=8005683419838973302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8005683419838973302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8005683419838973302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-gang-orientation-was-tiring-and.html' title='Orientation'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SeMikLiM6ZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/q1BBLi8rEDA/s72-c/haha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-8050168113503627330</id><published>2009-04-08T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T05:47:33.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rich bitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SdyYyZfYzII/AAAAAAAAAmY/YlxQ1EFliiQ/s1600-h/z127950731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322296851248499842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SdyYyZfYzII/AAAAAAAAAmY/YlxQ1EFliiQ/s320/z127950731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SdyUAxrrpXI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/wOUwUcgFYrw/s1600-h/z127950731.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SdyTKORg04I/AAAAAAAAAmI/hNgQfDXhBMw/s1600-h/8d7415c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, today I went out with bestie and well, we got wasted. I loved today, really. It was one of our 'girly girl' day out and man, I feel awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we had to go to her house first because she' s going to change into a much girlier outfit for the day (she came at my place wearing a From First to Last band tee I gave her) and we headed to Fareast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw Josh Groban look alike. Really. Nurul couldnt stop making fun of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed to Wisma for our starbucks and sat on the &lt;strong&gt;COUCH&lt;/strong&gt;. Finally. After going starbucks for a gazillion million time, this is the 2nd time I get to sit my ass on the soft cotton filled semi nylon couch. Life' s good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Wisma. There is like a whole mob of hotshots. &lt;strong&gt;Thank you god for the gift of sight&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, my feet is aching right now. I. need. a foot massager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so, tomorrow my Parents and my little sister is going on a little trip to KL, leaving me and my 2nd sister alone. ALONE. a.l.o.n.e at home. How awesome is that? We have plans, trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Slumber partyyy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im tired so Im going to go off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P. S&lt;/strong&gt; While walking home I met &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Shun Li&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Johnathan&lt;/span&gt;. How random is that. Big boys already. John is now taller than me, wow. Unfair.&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/7270747108494470719-8050168113503627330?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8050168113503627330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=8050168113503627330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8050168113503627330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8050168113503627330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/rich-bitches.html' title='rich bitches'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SdyYyZfYzII/AAAAAAAAAmY/YlxQ1EFliiQ/s72-c/z127950731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-1487118394068972451</id><published>2009-04-06T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:47:15.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ohnotheydidnt'/><title type='text'>American Idol//Harry Potter//Ryan Cabrera</title><content type='html'>Hey gang! This is an &lt;strong&gt;American Idol&lt;/strong&gt; cum &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt; cum &lt;strong&gt;Ryan Cabrera&lt;/strong&gt; edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It' s about time I made one of the 'American idol' post&lt;/strong&gt;. So...who' s your favourite this season? &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Danny Gokey&lt;/span&gt;? The guy who recently lost his wife? &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Adam Lambert&lt;/span&gt;? The gay hotshot with really powerful vocals. Or perhaps you have the hots for &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Scott&lt;/span&gt; the blind guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the flaming red haired chic who' s 17 has a mighty powerful vocals for her age &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I cant say the same for her fashion sense though, Im with Randy on that one yo dawg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321757503767419858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SdquQPjTm9I/AAAAAAAAAkw/Tgqy3fVjwOg/s320/top11shootallison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tattooed chic &lt;strong&gt;Megan Joy&lt;/strong&gt; has got to go. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Her vocals = the weakest amongst them all&lt;/span&gt;. Even Scott the blind dood has a better voice. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im so happy the non talent tattoed woman is out of sight (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The black chic is not bad&lt;/strong&gt;. Guuuuuuuuuuuurl keep up the good work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321771116375069762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sdq6omd4VEI/AAAAAAAAAlw/rxZA1U_15hg/s320/top11shootlilrounds2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anoop can go back to India or wherever he comes from and go sell&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; yegg roti pratha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321757722451123346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sdquc-NkHJI/AAAAAAAAAk4/brEedms1Joo/s320/top11shootanoop5copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did I miss? Oh Matt, He is okay, enuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321771617405572962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sdq7Fw83F2I/AAAAAAAAAl4/nMhpyuRG-Zc/s320/top11shootmatt4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danny Gokey&lt;/strong&gt; needs to stop talking about his dead wife//granfather already. Sure it' s sad but we dont want to hear your sob tales mang, just sing already! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(although we all know that the producers keep pushing it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321771764980891906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sdq7OWtjwQI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Q-l6tZzYhOI/s320/top11shootdanny.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adam lambert&lt;/strong&gt;. adam, adam, adam. Why are you gay?! Why!? I got a picture to prove it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321753079633494322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SdqqOuXlQTI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Ba_8E9CAgpw/s320/adamlambertkiss1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He' s gay, hands down&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, more pictures of your emo heartthrob when he was in highschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321753410671997906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sdqqh_lT89I/AAAAAAAAAkY/1ns-q-pR-K4/s320/al_blond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lolhighighlights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321753724190030130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sdqq0Ph1eTI/AAAAAAAAAkg/uAYi4B-t2XU/s320/is-adam-lambert-gay.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;lolmakeup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then there' s the cutie (swoons//drools) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321754508219909218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sdqrh4RIBGI/AAAAAAAAAko/nBQJSQOViYQ/s320/krisallen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His wife should just go home, bake a 'shutthefuckup' pie and stuff it in her face. The ladies dont want to see you all over him bitch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you dont already know, he' s my favorite, alongside Lambert and Gokey, follwed by the fiesty red haired chic, Alliston)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kris and Lambert are reportedly roommates&lt;/span&gt;. Im sure they' ll have lots of time for girly talks and naked pillow fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321758305136159794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sdqu-44gLDI/AAAAAAAAAlI/SZasKkwMNsU/s320/iz0x9j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We all know that Ryan Secrest is crying himself to sleep everyday now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here ends my A. I episode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about American Idol. Today, 06/04/09 &lt;strong&gt;David Archie&lt;/strong&gt; is coming down to the new Bugis mall for meet and greet. &lt;strong&gt;I' ll see you there at 7pm&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday he was on air and he sounded too fucking cute. He kept laughing and god it was cute. He' s a &lt;em&gt;mouth breather&lt;/em&gt; though. I could hear him breathing so hardly every time. Oh and they asked him to eat ' Lemak Chilli Padi' and he was like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I dont do spicy well I take mild (laughs) Is this chicken? I like chicken&lt;br /&gt;(laughs) Im not used to being fed (laughs) Yummy (laughs) Really. Is this&lt;br /&gt;chicken? I love chicken" &lt;/blockquote&gt;We know you love chicken just shut up already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;He came at 1. 0 5 am on Sunday and suffered from jetlag. He reminds me of &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunshine//DAISIES//SMILES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince will be showing at July. Is it me or the once hot as ice Draco Malfoy looks tired and old in this one?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321760812121902722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SdqxQ0IezoI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/spp4ees6lhk/s320/316xl6q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will definitely be catching this movie. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Harry Potter &gt; Twilight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beside, &lt;strong&gt;redheads are cute&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321761828755691970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SdqyL_Y3WcI/AAAAAAAAAlY/w_wfLAo_kKg/s400/ron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SPOILERS&lt;/span&gt;; So in this movie Dumblydore gets muredered by Snape. Keep in mind, Snape is a double agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryan Cabrera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is TOURING! I tell you I used to obesessed with this guy (but then Jesse Mcartney came along) YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY Fangirls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321762673874871394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sdqy9Ls-pGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/hOUjfFPeZh4/s400/ryan.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I know you all love me for this post. I love you too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P. S Bananas are yellow and the black spots are poisonous. No joke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-1487118394068972451?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1487118394068972451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=1487118394068972451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1487118394068972451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1487118394068972451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/american-idolharry-potterryan-cabrera.html' title='American Idol//Harry Potter//Ryan Cabrera'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SdquQPjTm9I/AAAAAAAAAkw/Tgqy3fVjwOg/s72-c/top11shootallison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-2535827014335215812</id><published>2009-04-05T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:53:33.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sdl6GCtx8vI/AAAAAAAAAkI/sQbYqF-DoRk/s1600-h/bubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321418678941643506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sdl6GCtx8vI/AAAAAAAAAkI/sQbYqF-DoRk/s400/bubbles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey gang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask you a simple question. Is it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt; in anyway, &lt;strong&gt;for a girl to spend 29 minutes in the bathroom?&lt;/strong&gt; The answer to that is, &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;. I have no idea why it is such an issue. I dont leave the tap running//leave the shower head on so how come it' s a big deal? Besides I still have to pluck my eyebrows//do the facial routine. And then there' s the shampoo and conditioning part which then leads to the scrubs and bubbles and whatnot. So &lt;strong&gt;NATURALLY&lt;/strong&gt;, it will take abit of time. &lt;strong&gt;So all of you brothers should just chillax when a sister uses the bathroom&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Really, I do. I' ve had 7 followers now and I didnt expect followers at all. Really. It' s so cool. I mean, it' s like stalking someone you know. Stalking your crush or whatever it is. AND, it' s good thing! So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/rediscovraisyah" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;STALK ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In other news, I am so addicted to SuperPets from facebook. I know, I know, it' s 1 year ago but so what? I love my pet. Her name' s dumdum because I can't think of any name. The bitch has been living high and fly thanks to me. Flatscreen TV//leather couches and tiaras. Damn I wish I was Dumdum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lets see what else is on my mind (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;besides a Klondike bar)&lt;/span&gt;. Is it me being mean or does the blind dude in American Idol got to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-2535827014335215812?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2535827014335215812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=2535827014335215812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2535827014335215812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2535827014335215812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-gang-let-me-ask-you-simple-question.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sdl6GCtx8vI/AAAAAAAAAkI/sQbYqF-DoRk/s72-c/bubbles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-9166431364004646473</id><published>2009-04-05T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:15:58.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>project project project</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey gang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I' m setting up another blog&lt;/strong&gt;. This time the blog will be a &lt;strong&gt;collaborative blog&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;4 bloggers&lt;/strong&gt; of different backgrounds, lifestyles and hairstyles (haha). Well, I just thought of this thing up because I was bored and was looking through the halls of you tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it' ll be awesome wouldnt it? 4 people rambling on a topic each set. It will be super awesome if you guys would want to joing this. Think of it as a, project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posts will be according to the 4 days of the week being Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Each individual will pick a slot and they blog on that day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Topics will be everchanging every week. For example, blogger A will give a topic like "Past times" and for the whole week, blogger B, C and D will have to blog on that topic. The following week, blogger B will give another topic and the cycle goes on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It' ll be really interesting to set up a collaborative blog as we get to see into other people' s life and perhaps take on life with a different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tag on my tagboard about your thoughts on this. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dont stiffle my creativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-9166431364004646473?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/9166431364004646473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=9166431364004646473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/9166431364004646473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/9166431364004646473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-project-project.html' title='project project project'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-5951889306658953911</id><published>2009-04-03T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:46:26.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>changes with rediscoveraisyah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HEY GANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is just a little side note for you. I will be changing my blogskin because I just am bored with the current one and because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another side note, I wont be fickle with the decisions this time. Like it, Im glad. Dont really like it, well, screw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another side note. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Spastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (the clothing lable a team of young designers set up) is going well with the &lt;strong&gt;paypal&lt;/strong&gt; deals. It will be up in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;districtlines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when they' re ready :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh who am I kidding, no photos? Well I have one just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321094966854631922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SdhTrhN9QfI/AAAAAAAAAkA/xyrFjTmKpKw/s320/Fail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh Im going straight to hell arent I? Hah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-5951889306658953911?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5951889306658953911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=5951889306658953911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/5951889306658953911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/5951889306658953911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/changes-with-rediscoveraisyah.html' title='changes with rediscoveraisyah'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SdhTrhN9QfI/AAAAAAAAAkA/xyrFjTmKpKw/s72-c/Fail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-8953689980384194854</id><published>2009-04-02T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:21:30.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update, update you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SdSkpG9eC8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/E7zF8lj_RGQ/s1600-h/movingpicofkris-musicvideo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320058085981424578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SdSkpG9eC8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/E7zF8lj_RGQ/s400/movingpicofkris-musicvideo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey gang!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/strong&gt; is so cute//hot//adorable//whatever else you can think of. Isnt he? Man I can just eat him up. Oh dont act all disgusted. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You know you want to screw him too&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, tomorrow is a "Be Queen" day for me (as what my cousin told me) she' s going to pay for my hair treatment (because my hair is damged at the ends) and some other sick stuff like getting a pedicure or something. I have NEVER gotten a pedicure by a pro before. Usually it' s those D. I. Y ones you know. So Im excited for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, I have been too dependant on coffee. I need to have a cup every morning or I' ll be cranky till lunch. How unreal is that? I mean, it' s not like Im working or something. Mom says too much caffiene will do me shit in the long run. No Starbucks? I' m not sure I can live with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I' ve got nothing to rant about anyway. So, bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7270747108494470719-8953689980384194854?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8953689980384194854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=8953689980384194854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8953689980384194854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8953689980384194854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-gang-kris-allen-is-so.html' title='Update, update you'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SdSkpG9eC8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/E7zF8lj_RGQ/s72-c/movingpicofkris-musicvideo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-5960365412542762554</id><published>2009-03-31T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:21:50.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SdMC9qO_ChI/AAAAAAAAAjg/OIZ_Sf1C1is/s1600-h/Untitledhui-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319598843187104274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SdMC9qO_ChI/AAAAAAAAAjg/OIZ_Sf1C1is/s400/Untitledhui-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey gang! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have nothing to say about the gayness of the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I could tell you guys how the orientation went. It was okay I guess, untill I saw the uniform. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ME + UNIFORM = MISS CHUA DECIPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was &lt;strong&gt;horrifying&lt;/strong&gt;. At least to me it was. I mean, I couldnt picture myself as a business person until I bought the unifrom. &lt;strong&gt;The school is changing me in every way possible&lt;/strong&gt;. I dont like it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what? Let' s just look at the conversation between me and Azlin (Sorry, it' s in malay)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;mcm kanak kanak terbuang siak kite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;mcm extra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mmg. after ytd, aku mcm tkde mood gitu nk skola kat sane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mcm the teachers nmpk sngt tk heran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ahh. wahlao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;no inspiration at all. bullshit siak skola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;no wonder sdare aku semue shock aku gi bishan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tsk.. haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;aku rase kite semue same class tau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;maybe ah but dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i panic tau tk psl aku bom byr sch fees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;aku luper, and summore the person should have asked me whether ive paid my fees anot, but she didnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;skola tu tak organzed siak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;rabak siak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;aku takot future aku taik tau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;bdk bdk dkat situ... yang amek course kite.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;muke semue -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i knowwwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i just hope that my class lebih byk laki ah. tak favret sey pompan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;tu lah! Aku tengok mcm tak ader laki pon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;semue pompan mlayu//cine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;india pon tade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yeh. because its a girl school mah.. confirm more girls than guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i think only our course got guys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i didnt know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;boringgggggggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i knowwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;screwed up siak kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;aku rase skola laen lagi grerek siak walaupn ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;tau masok simei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;aku tgk bishan mcm kes yg "kau nk dtg, dtg ah. tknk dtg korg nye psl"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;alahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. regret aku tau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i heard simei strict. but at least something seh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;aku pn regret&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ni mcm takde disiplin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ITE tercampak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;siallah.. tkde mood sey mcm gini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sbab tu lahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nk amek photo taking pn leceh. nk kene nmpk telinge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;kau nyer sape amek kan gambar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;budak mlayu mcm laki tapi pompan eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ya. but i think time aku nk amek gmbr suay psl ader satu apek ni(aku rase principal or smth) masok dlm and suro aku btolkn fringe and nmpkkn ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tapi dier tk bilang aku directly. dier suro budak cine ni bilang aku. padahal si apek tu diri dpan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;aku seh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;oh suay siak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;aku nyer satu cine (budak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;suroh aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"adjust your EYEBROW."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and i was like "hair?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and he laugh laugh laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;" ya ya hair. fringe. hahaa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah!; Broke ass art student. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;bodoh nyer babi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kit [x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;aper saje laa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh god, I have &lt;strong&gt;no interest&lt;/strong&gt; in the school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And they said there' ll be orientation on the first day of school. Great. Not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-5960365412542762554?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5960365412542762554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=5960365412542762554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/5960365412542762554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/5960365412542762554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-gang-i-have-nothing-to-say-about.html' title='not happy'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SdMC9qO_ChI/AAAAAAAAAjg/OIZ_Sf1C1is/s72-c/Untitledhui-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-3482503912554067591</id><published>2009-03-29T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:27:03.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we are taking large amounts of pills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SdAko1m9GSI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xeEjF4fy5SQ/s1600-h/gfbvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318791443928389922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SdAko1m9GSI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xeEjF4fy5SQ/s400/gfbvd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SdAkiRAG3GI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/k3tc9MMhSqI/s1600-h/gfbvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey gang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im like eating a Panini right now and it' s so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all has been good and I am pleased to say that I am satisfied with my life for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I' m going to chillax at the library with bestie because we have nowhere to go to and no money to spare. I' ll be recording our adventure so be sure to check out the sick humor of the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-3482503912554067591?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3482503912554067591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=3482503912554067591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3482503912554067591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3482503912554067591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-are-taking-large-amounts-of-pills.html' title='we are taking large amounts of pills'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SdAko1m9GSI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xeEjF4fy5SQ/s72-c/gfbvd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-8472010135362733553</id><published>2009-03-27T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:49:36.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Certified, lady.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sc26OWb2PqI/AAAAAAAAAjI/X-3Ja38Xlsw/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318111490697739938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sc26OWb2PqI/AAAAAAAAAjI/X-3Ja38Xlsw/s320/DSC00326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey gang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just learnt to freaking do a&lt;em&gt; french braid&lt;/em&gt;, to my own hair! See see! The colour and the shine and moisture that' s locked in my hair! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh god Im so proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never knew that I am capable of doing this &lt;em&gt;oh so lady&lt;/em&gt; things and I am so bleeding pleased with myself. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P. S &lt;strong&gt;I' m going to dye my hair raven black&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/7270747108494470719-8472010135362733553?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8472010135362733553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=8472010135362733553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8472010135362733553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8472010135362733553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/certified-lady.html' title='Certified, lady.'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sc26OWb2PqI/AAAAAAAAAjI/X-3Ja38Xlsw/s72-c/DSC00326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-1794085166853367911</id><published>2009-03-27T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:13:02.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School bull</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sc2nLPq4DlI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Bh26GohkOoI/s1600-h/mitchelldavis8D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318090546621189714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sc2nLPq4DlI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Bh26GohkOoI/s400/mitchelldavis8D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it' s Saturday and I have about Sunday. Monday and then &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DUN DUN DUN!&lt;/span&gt; Tuesday. &lt;em&gt;The day&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(For you retards who dont know what day it is, it' s the day where I get enrolled in the new school)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I' m kind of nervous. I havent got my school shoes or bag so that sucks. &lt;strong&gt;I dont really know if I' d go and redye my hair raven black&lt;/strong&gt; with some peekaboo highlights &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;just screw the rules and stay with this semi noticible colour of copper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of school now, Im kind of wondering if I' m going to like what Im going to study. I mean, what if I get like majorly sidetracked and lose interest? Dang, I hope that doesnt happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sc2mu8wb7II/AAAAAAAAAio/rBan3No9t5w/s1600-h/DSC00160.jpgxdvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-1794085166853367911?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1794085166853367911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=1794085166853367911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1794085166853367911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1794085166853367911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-gang-so-it-s-saturday-and-i-have.html' title='School bull'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sc2nLPq4DlI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Bh26GohkOoI/s72-c/mitchelldavis8D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-8123478559044341973</id><published>2009-03-25T22:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:28:55.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scary shiate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ScsXtdvXWTI/AAAAAAAAAig/yj3YJmj6gxs/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317369854885845298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ScsXtdvXWTI/AAAAAAAAAig/yj3YJmj6gxs/s320/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Yes, apparently I cannot resist the temtation to camwhore with my uniform. Ya dig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey gang! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just a quick update on me because Im that &lt;strong&gt;significant&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;busy&lt;/strong&gt; at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went to watch &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Coming Soon&lt;/span&gt; with bestie and Azlin. I swear it was one of the scariest movies Ive ever seen. So scary I think people shat in their pants (shat= past tense of shit) while watching. Damn scary lah. Cb I cant get over it I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were supposed to watch a comdey, Mall Cop but the damn posters pulled us in. Or was it just gravity? &lt;em&gt;Wahlande&lt;/em&gt;, I actually screamed at parts of the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You get what I mean. It was scary shiate. Go go go watch! NC16 btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, after swearing for countless of times that I wont ever log in to facebook again last year, I did. Shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lets see, what else can I throw in this quickie? Oh oh, they say Im Plankton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/7270747108494470719-8123478559044341973?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8123478559044341973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=8123478559044341973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8123478559044341973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8123478559044341973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/scary-shiate.html' title='scary shiate'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ScsXtdvXWTI/AAAAAAAAAig/yj3YJmj6gxs/s72-c/DSC00207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-1099503363887826523</id><published>2009-03-22T01:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:49:11.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the malays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ScX7ON13RTI/AAAAAAAAAhg/WwaijnON0SQ/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315931156833060146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ScX7ON13RTI/AAAAAAAAAhg/WwaijnON0SQ/s400/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ScX7DOqtqqI/AAAAAAAAAhY/P1dvbm5z4-k/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315930968076167842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ScX7DOqtqqI/AAAAAAAAAhY/P1dvbm5z4-k/s400/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ScX64AOjQQI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/-fD-w3fyKIQ/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315930775221387522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ScX64AOjQQI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/-fD-w3fyKIQ/s400/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ScX6cdwytHI/AAAAAAAAAhI/0otdkHcxDCI/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315930302113297522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ScX6cdwytHI/AAAAAAAAAhI/0otdkHcxDCI/s400/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey gang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For the malays, enjoy ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&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/7270747108494470719-1099503363887826523?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1099503363887826523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=1099503363887826523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1099503363887826523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1099503363887826523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-malays.html' title='For the malays'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/ScX7ON13RTI/AAAAAAAAAhg/WwaijnON0SQ/s72-c/DSC00058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-4939757606338051619</id><published>2009-03-17T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:22:29.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>indecisive little bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sb-XcslImvI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/qw_JyRuqB_A/s1600-h/l_2d51cb78acf9a06d248977b584de200f.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314132604579519218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sb-XcslImvI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/qw_JyRuqB_A/s400/l_2d51cb78acf9a06d248977b584de200f.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Sometimes, I have troubles with myself."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey gang! The picture? Exactly how Im feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, You might have noticed that there are a few changes at rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com. Yes, I changed the layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Hafiiz//Suzzie if they prefered the old layout or the new one and both said that the last one is better :( I spent all day on this new one! But it' s okay its not like its their fault or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I aim to please people, remember? So I' d revert to the old one tomorrow, on my birthday. But I cant decide wether I should change it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Azlin says this one is nicer though. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you guys should totally tag me and tell me which layout is better k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P. S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think Im in&lt;strong&gt; like&lt;/strong&gt; with Zac.&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/7270747108494470719-4939757606338051619?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4939757606338051619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=4939757606338051619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4939757606338051619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4939757606338051619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-i-have-troubles-with-myself.html' title='indecisive little bitch'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sb-XcslImvI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/qw_JyRuqB_A/s72-c/l_2d51cb78acf9a06d248977b584de200f.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-5292481294098865504</id><published>2009-03-15T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T03:11:14.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You cookie whore</title><content type='html'>Hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I woke up like around 11am and suddenly had the cravings for delicious home made cookies. So I took a bath, ran like the wind and got some&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; flour//eggs//vanilla liquidy type thing//MnMs//chocolate chips&lt;/span&gt;. It cost me like below $10 so it was all good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also bought a &lt;strong&gt;premade cookie dough&lt;/strong&gt;, the ones that you just mould and bake in the oven and ta- da you get cookies kinda thing. Well, &lt;strong&gt;my purpose was to see if my original recipe cookie would taste better than the premade cookie dough&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun. I loved baking it and licking the dough off the ladle and have fun with my sister (in law). Well, she helped me mould the cookies so actually &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I made it all by myself. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You' d never imagine how proud I was&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Even the timer on the oven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cookied looked like this;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313651805972815602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sb3iKiMfXvI/AAAAAAAAAf4/GKgVCAUMo7w/s400/cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and her cookies (the pre made one) looked like this (10 times better);&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313652240735789426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sb3ij10D4XI/AAAAAAAAAgA/V-YbnFRJvjc/s400/2-2-09004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;How devastating was that? After all the hard work and sweat and saliva trying to make delicious cookies I end up with a batch of not so appealing cookies :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At least they taste yummy :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God. I dont know what' s up with me but&lt;strong&gt; I will kill for&lt;/strong&gt; a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Klondike bar&lt;/span&gt;.or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oreo cookies&lt;/span&gt; or both or for the hardcore oreo/ klondike lovers, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oreo Klondike&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do (hoooooo) for a Klondike bar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-5292481294098865504?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5292481294098865504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=5292481294098865504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/5292481294098865504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/5292481294098865504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-gang-so-today-i-woke-up-like-around.html' title='You cookie whore'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sb3iKiMfXvI/AAAAAAAAAf4/GKgVCAUMo7w/s72-c/cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-1021250498885969579</id><published>2009-03-15T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:09:22.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why 09 will be the best bday, ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sb1WKS-oHfI/AAAAAAAAAfo/we345vH_uL4/s1600-h/470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313497870260248050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sb1WKS-oHfI/AAAAAAAAAfo/we345vH_uL4/s400/470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey gang! Sorry for the really disturbing but somehow funny picture. It' s just funny dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3 days left to my 17th birthday and I could barely keep my socks on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, let' s just start off by telling you guys about my super&lt;strong&gt; POOPER&lt;/strong&gt; sweet 16. Well, it wasnt great. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now let me tell you guys why it will be a sweet 17 for me, this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom bought me the shoes that I had been eyeing (although bestie thought it looked like a scotishmen' s skirt thype thing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bestie bought me the book that I wanted. (and i already completed it, it was so good I read it twice in 3 days)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad bought KFC for the whole family to celebrate my birthday 6 days in advance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister bought me a tshirt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My other sister bought me a Nike bottle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mother bought me a phone (which is supposed to be a secret but since father told me by accident I figured, why the hell not to include it in my list.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now Im feeling super happy because if you guys didnt notice, I got everthing that I wanted (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Except of course I couldnt want Hafiz to text Happy Birthday to me (though it would be like the best bday present ever, even if only cost like 5cents) because it will never happen. Which makes me kind of sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That' s very besides the point. Im just so happy. (Feeling Bi Polar)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Azlin says she' s gonna treat me to a Karaoke session with Atikah Aadila and her. (I honestly think that we should catch Mall Cop instead, it' s cheaper and more worth it). That' s really sweet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Atikah Aadila bought me Zoo tickets for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I just couldnt help but be so happy about all of this (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just couldnt wait for the day itself. I sure hope it wouldnt be a dissappointment. (Although everyone is going Sentosa and I cant because cousins are expected to crash).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And before signing out I just have to show you this; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313503534316960658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sb1bT_O-u5I/AAAAAAAAAfw/fKL3tU0NCLg/s400/funny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That' s probably me and my homie Nurul in the distant future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-1021250498885969579?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1021250498885969579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=1021250498885969579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1021250498885969579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1021250498885969579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-09-will-be-best-bday-ever.html' title='Why 09 will be the best bday, ever.'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sb1WKS-oHfI/AAAAAAAAAfo/we345vH_uL4/s72-c/470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-1389916806558442937</id><published>2009-03-15T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:24:16.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold on to your panties please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sb0IBQQdykI/AAAAAAAAAfg/vipsS2imUVQ/s1600-h/lilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313411953003973186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sb0IBQQdykI/AAAAAAAAAfg/vipsS2imUVQ/s400/lilly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey gang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eeep Daddy just let the cat out of the bag! Mom did get me a brand new cellphone! Eeep! I wonder what kind of cell it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im super ecstatic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dont think I need a touch screen phone but, eep!, Id be lucky to have one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by Dad and Mom I meant the other dad and mom. Not the original birth parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EEP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cross your fingers with me and hope its an &lt;strong&gt;awesome cool bulky&lt;/strong&gt; phone! Yes, I sad bulky. I like phones bulky. I dont know why Im such a weirdo but I think bulky phones are cool.&lt;/span&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/7270747108494470719-1389916806558442937?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1389916806558442937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=1389916806558442937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1389916806558442937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1389916806558442937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-gang-eeep-daddy-just-let-cat-out-of.html' title='Hold on to your panties please'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sb0IBQQdykI/AAAAAAAAAfg/vipsS2imUVQ/s72-c/lilly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-2967774993047473578</id><published>2009-03-13T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T05:51:31.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping for presents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SbpV8omo3PI/AAAAAAAAAfA/nS9jWPCVBIY/s1600-h/DSC01513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312653210616913138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SbpV8omo3PI/AAAAAAAAAfA/nS9jWPCVBIY/s320/DSC01513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SbpEst1-TQI/AAAAAAAAAdw/WjfbaUMdlXw/s1600-h/DSC01511.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; gang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I' m having trouble trying to upload the pictures :( They wont rotate so Im afraid you' ll have to crain your neck if you really want to see them :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, yesterday I went to Novena with bestie and Suzzie to go shopping for my presents. Yes, my mom and sister gave me money to get whatever I want for my brithday :) I was so happy. I felt like the Queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Novena was alright, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shame, I didnt get a picture with Suzzie :( &lt;/span&gt;But we went to have brunch at forks and spoon. I had Ban Mian (what else?) bestie had fish and chips and Suzzie had Quay Teow or something like that. I was happy because my stomach is happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know Ban Mian come with the Chilli Padi right? &lt;strong&gt;I stupidly thought that I could handle the heat and poured the whole little bowl of chilli padi in&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, I was crying while eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, then Suzzie brought us to Cotton On to look at the shoes- which to me was not attractive. Maybe because Im a sneaker kinda girl. So then we headed to the book store and bestie did the sweetest thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" If you want it, homie gets it for you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was what she told me and she just paid for the book. So sweet right? I mean, I was laughing and blabbering to her, flattered at her generosity. She spent $17. 90 on me! For a not so thick novel for my birthday! How sweet! And after that every few steps we took I' ll go " Omg thanks man :)" It' s just so nice and thoughtful of her. Who would spend $17. 90 on a book for me?! My bestfriend, that' s who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then Suzzie had to leave and the 2 of us went to Fareast to do more shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh I saw Xia Xuay (the famous asian blonde- in- a- bottle blogger looking lost and alone) going up the escalator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After more than a few rounds walking and laughing, I bought a pair of shoes :) Bestie said it looked like some old man' s fabric but I think it looks pretty dope. She also bought a pair of sneakers at a great deal. It was brown and it looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There' s this kiosk at the ground floor which sells cute Graphic Tees and guess what? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We bought a matching one&lt;/strong&gt;! I know, how cheesy but we could help it&lt;/span&gt;. That' s how we roll. It had the &lt;strong&gt;Ghostbuster&lt;/strong&gt; logo on it. I got mine in grey and she got hers in pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we decided to hang at Starbucks to chill because our tired feet told us to. We got the usual and bestie wont quit looking at the guy who made the drinks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, he is cute and gentelmanly (he called us " Ladies") but that doesnt give her the right to snap a picture of him secretly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, she was trying to snap a picture of him and got this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312639456707449266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SbpJcDTFkbI/AAAAAAAAAeA/iCAngzUsRMM/s320/DSC01506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Attempt FAIL. So we continued snapping pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312639906896892994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SbpJ2QYnVEI/AAAAAAAAAeI/vSpC2tlGoaQ/s320/DSC01505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how cool this picture turned out to be ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312653282436637282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SbpWA0Jy4mI/AAAAAAAAAfI/OgoKJhxv60Q/s320/DSC01493.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312640722292790626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SbpKlt-JVWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/nJzELd94qwM/s320/DSC01509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and for the finale,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312653079822529218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SbpV1BW08sI/AAAAAAAAAe4/MQgq42C4gLg/s320/DSC01511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry, I really couldnt rotate them :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after that we went to Takashimaya and went to Kinokuniya to look for some books. We look like some rich ass kids holding Guess and stuff you know. It was great, being/ feeling rich. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and Im gonna start collecting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jody Picoult books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(yes, Im hinting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were going up the escalator and when we finally reached the ground floor (we were underground) &lt;strong&gt;I saw Utt, yes the hotshot who hosts Live and Loaded and MTV&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was one of those moments when you look at a stranger and he happenes to be looking at you too&lt;/span&gt; you know. I almost died. He is so hot. I couldnt get over how hot he is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then it was the train ride home. &lt;strong&gt;Apparently bestie and I were fighting for the seat where it was supposedly for the pregnant/ old/ disabled&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I won&lt;/span&gt;. But too bad when the train was at Orchard, a pregnant lady got in and bestie told me to give up the seat. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, half heartedly (because I was tired) I tapped her hand and offered my seat&lt;/span&gt;. I felt like a responsible citizen :), until my feet started aching.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I HAD to be standing beside a China worker who seem to take interest on my hair and what I wanted to do.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I was checking my reflection and he leaned to check it with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Im serious. Ask bestie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then it marks of my incredible journey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and as promised, heres a blur picture of Chipmunk cum Goldfish lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312643579189642578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SbpNMAvbxVI/AAAAAAAAAeo/mw5tNbJHp5g/s320/DSC01486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your welcome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and yes, Nurul got a haircut :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-2967774993047473578?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2967774993047473578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=2967774993047473578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2967774993047473578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2967774993047473578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/shopping-for-presents.html' title='shopping for presents'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SbpV8omo3PI/AAAAAAAAAfA/nS9jWPCVBIY/s72-c/DSC01513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-4820626103308537087</id><published>2009-03-10T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T04:29:21.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading to entertain myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SbZW2Kad8mI/AAAAAAAAAdo/CMa8M1zTsCg/s1600-h/curiousnewcover_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311528299038372450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SbZW2Kad8mI/AAAAAAAAAdo/CMa8M1zTsCg/s400/curiousnewcover_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevie recommended for everyone to read that book so well, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some background search on the book (because I can) and what it' s about actually and really got into it you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christopher Boone&lt;/strong&gt; is the protagonist in the novel and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he is Autistic&lt;/span&gt; and you could buy me the book and I would love you like there' s no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pretty please&lt;/span&gt; get me that book for my birthday &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pretty pretty please&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P. S Bestie already bought it for me :D Yay! Love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-4820626103308537087?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4820626103308537087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=4820626103308537087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4820626103308537087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4820626103308537087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-gang-stevie-recommended-for.html' title='Reading to entertain myself'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SbZW2Kad8mI/AAAAAAAAAdo/CMa8M1zTsCg/s72-c/curiousnewcover_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-5564951411991456190</id><published>2009-03-08T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T04:47:42.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and so we hung.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SbZSiekKT-I/AAAAAAAAAdg/QmZTftaCUkw/s1600-h/SANY2990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311523562803843042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SbZSiekKT-I/AAAAAAAAAdg/QmZTftaCUkw/s400/SANY2990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SbOylmisnaI/AAAAAAAAAdY/InYl_TT423U/s1600-h/roar.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey gang! As the tittle suggests, I hung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it started in the wee mornings because my bro Hafiiz (pictures will be posted below) wanted to meet at 11AM in the morning. 11 AM in the morning, on a SUNDAY. Wow, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I met my chic Nurul and we walked all the way to the library. Library on Sunday= geek moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was wearing, a &lt;strong&gt;black Marvel comic Tshirt and my overused bermudas (because I' m broke to buy new jeans) and my oversized Vans slippers&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know, fashion police please arrest me&lt;/span&gt;. I didnt care, it was just the Library- so I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nurul wore her/ my usual From First To Last band tshirt and skinny jeans and whatever the hell she always wears. Oh, she wore slippers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS, I met my nigz Hafiiz! Finally! It' s been like forever (since after O's) since we hung out. It' s always msning and txting but today we hungout. Azlin was late but who cares. &lt;strong&gt;She came with a deranged look and out of bed hair.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Turned out she was just out of bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were to noisy and decided that the Library wasnt for us. So we took the train to AMK Hub. Ate Banquet and decided to head to Orchard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I know, ORCHARD, wearing shit clothings.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hung out at Starbucks and that' s when the fun started. &lt;strong&gt;The guy who was making the drinks was the douchebag of the day.&lt;/strong&gt; I was basically infront of him and he HAD to scream " I GOT GREEN TEA FRAP CREAM HERE!" I thought he was yelling at me but turns out he yells at EVERYONE. Even someone who left for the toilets could here his voice and be like " Its mine its mine!" Took pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally found out the band alongside &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBA&lt;/span&gt; was called &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BeeJees&lt;/span&gt;, NOT &lt;strong&gt;JEEBEES&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MRT ride home was awesome. We camwhored, looking like nerds with center partings. It was funny. I mean, we looked retarded. I mean, REALLY retarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why today was fun/ who we critisized&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While on the train, I saw alot of funny asses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They were basically asking to be critisized. &lt;/span&gt;I mean, &lt;strong&gt;really.&lt;/strong&gt; It was a Sunday so basically there were alot of Banglas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw one who reminded me of &lt;strong&gt;Devdas&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHA. Sialah, the dood was like &lt;strong&gt;old&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;fat &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;black.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He was wearing gold chains, gold necklaces and fuck! even gold earrings. He was sleeping so we poked fun at him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banglas were all showing off their overgrowned armpit hair and mang, we almost fainted. I mean &lt;strong&gt;imagine being stuck in an Mrt carriage, packed with banglas of all age and sizes (god knows if they took their oil bath), having to smell their version of clean air.&lt;/strong&gt; Disgusting, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and you know S. G. Beng? Yeah the blind malay musician who wears shades like Stevie Wonder? Yeah theyre all over the places mang. Even women are trying to impersonate him. We call them, the S. G Bang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Old people were not spared&lt;/span&gt;. One of our favourite breed of people we love to talk shit about. God. We saw this Apek who looked like he lost his wife. A nyonya who looked like she lost her husband. And a middle age nyonya who looked like she lost her parents. What are the odds they came from the same family? Its all the same. Its either they are the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tan' s, Li' s, Chan' s, Teng' s&lt;/span&gt; etc. Ping Pang Pong- that' s their last names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another nyonya &lt;strong&gt;who looked like her hair was lacquered with egg white&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;glued to her head. It was the EPITOME of EPIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw an indian wearing a freaking robe type thing and &lt;strong&gt;decided on the spot that he' s a Taliban member.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;little girl wearing pink cowboy boots&lt;/span&gt; and made fun of her, singing " Yankee Doodle" with a Texas accent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chipmunk cum goldfish lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Seriously, Nurul couldnt help but take picture of that minah. Funny shit. She literally looked like a chipmunk goldfish hybrid. Picture will be posted once I get it from Hafiiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw Huo Lin look alike. Man, the China man' s body was like so rigid (and hot). I could like see packs man underneath the shirt. Too bad his face looked like he had severe insomnia. Nurul wanted to splash iced water at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An apek was dressed like he was from the 70s. We all were like " Everybody lets Kung Fu FIGHTINNNNNN." Azlin and Hafiiz couldnt stand our being stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those who walked funny was made fun of. We were like&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; " LIMP back, LIMP back."&lt;/span&gt; Limpbiskot mang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This philipine/ indonesian guy who' s arm was like so hairy animals could breed there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hotshots&lt;/strong&gt; we saw today;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This army guy. He was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sleeveless &lt;/span&gt;and mang, we would like to cut a piece of that cake.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He' s so sexy, he brought sexy back 5 times! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Boo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This athlete guy. His legs were so hairy but who cares? He is so freaking hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-5564951411991456190?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5564951411991456190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=5564951411991456190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/5564951411991456190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/5564951411991456190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-so-we-hung.html' title='and so we hung.'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SbZSiekKT-I/AAAAAAAAAdg/QmZTftaCUkw/s72-c/SANY2990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-5340159372037502692</id><published>2009-03-06T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:36:11.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How are you feeling today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SbIUVzlfjbI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/WQmVbvTAxfE/s1600-h/mitchelldavis8D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310329275480509874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SbIUVzlfjbI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/WQmVbvTAxfE/s400/mitchelldavis8D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;They say a picture says a thousand words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-5340159372037502692?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5340159372037502692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=5340159372037502692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/5340159372037502692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/5340159372037502692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-are-you-feeling-today.html' title='How are you feeling today?'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SbIUVzlfjbI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/WQmVbvTAxfE/s72-c/mitchelldavis8D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-5133153291481167892</id><published>2009-03-06T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T04:16:43.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pucker up doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SbEMvkAuvuI/AAAAAAAAAdI/VlyiHpxTqdU/s1600-h/mitcheldavisblend2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310039446906650338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SbEMvkAuvuI/AAAAAAAAAdI/VlyiHpxTqdU/s400/mitcheldavisblend2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey gang! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with the cutie. Oh come on, even boys find him adorable :) *swoons*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went to North Point with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nurul&lt;/span&gt; again today (as usual, before going to school) and I got my early birthday present from youngest sister! If you' re wondering what it is, it' s a Nike bottle. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for the subliminal message kiddo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But seriously, thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get the usual dosage of bubble tea. Oh wells. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; stop looking at myself in the mirror, like any mirror I would do things to my hair. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Vanity&lt;/span&gt; they say. I say different. I just want to look, presentable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the 800 bus back to school, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; we know that it would be crowded because it' s a Friday (and all Muslim boys go Friday prayers). Anyways, Ryan Hafiz and his friend Hafiz got up the bus- obviously skipping their prayers. Ryan was like wanting to attract attention but we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I said I saw a &lt;strong&gt;Taliban member&lt;/strong&gt; because he was wearing the robe and turban&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bad bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aisyah&lt;/span&gt;, now pinch yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of hotshots came up the bus and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Rahim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; did too. Yes, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Rahim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really really super hot senior.&lt;/span&gt; Too bad he acts like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then we got down the bus, into school and faced a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trained the juniors from knowing 0% to about 30%, &lt;strong&gt;by my own&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You tell me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; faith.&lt;/span&gt; Their competition is in 3 weeks time, the damn teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; give a shit if they lose, he just wants the points. I mean, way to motivate your students, teacher. I am ashamed of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed and grumpy but I decided to not yell at them (I was trying to play nice). Even the sight of Hafiz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; perk me up :(&lt;br /&gt;I got a little emotional/ frustrated because the team was jaded and almost gave up. I gave up. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Nurul&lt;/span&gt; said that I should give them motivation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I guess it made sense and I trained them again, now being a team player myself, not just a stupid big mouth instructor. Even the rebel of the group soften up and actually joked around with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Rizzuan&lt;/span&gt; was basically &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;criticizing&lt;/span&gt; my cadets, laughing at them&lt;/strong&gt;. When I asked him to help out, he was like " Why should I? I graduated" with that stupid face of his. Annoying. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you' re not going to help, keep your fool mouth shut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Speech Day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;rehearsal&lt;/span&gt; was bull. They looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;. It made all of them looked like a joke. A joke I tell you, instead of doing drills they were basically doing Aerobics. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;At least&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Taufiq&lt;/span&gt; looked hot. I mean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; there' s something to actually look at.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did I tell you I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even smile to myself like I always do when I saw Hafiz?&lt;/span&gt; :O&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then while walking out of school I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Idayu&lt;/span&gt;, with her stupid soccer jersey and HOT PINK &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;FBT&lt;/span&gt; shorts. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Colour coordination say what&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; Still the same old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Idayu&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Didn't&lt;/span&gt; even bothered to say Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, overall today was okay. I want to smile so badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh guess what? I just smiled! Why? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because Li said '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;mang&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which proves that he actually reads my blog)&lt;/span&gt; Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;mang&lt;/span&gt; for the support *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;lessthanthree&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;3)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-5133153291481167892?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5133153291481167892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=5133153291481167892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/5133153291481167892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/5133153291481167892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-gang-im-sorry-im-just-obsessed-with.html' title='Pucker up doll'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SbEMvkAuvuI/AAAAAAAAAdI/VlyiHpxTqdU/s72-c/mitcheldavisblend2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-2679500861223485933</id><published>2009-03-04T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:17:58.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gangsta talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa8uTaXb_-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/NpL5-ap9fM4/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309513396723122146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa8uTaXb_-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/NpL5-ap9fM4/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey mang! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did you, did you guys notice how I didnt say gang? I used mang for a more hood talk yaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dawgz, yesterday I went to Ang Mo Kio hub to meet my mami. I was intending to go back to school to help out ma homies with the Speech Day rehersal mang but I figured, divas like me gotsta do some shopping you know what Im sayin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so then I opened the front door of ma crib and guess what I saw mang?! &lt;strong&gt;Ma homie Nurul was walking past ma nigz Hafiz yaw.&lt;/strong&gt; This shit is whacked! I mean, daymnnnnnnnnn mang, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if I has gotten down earlier I wouldve been exchanging nigz handshake with him yaw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we divas walked to the train station and &lt;strong&gt;saw this group of young niggaz tryin ta act all dope mang.&lt;/strong&gt; Irritating shit yaw. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I could I woulda bust them faces with my revolver mang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Fucckkkin nigz thinkin they all cool and shit like P Diddy or somethin, smoking cigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the hub and then got of mang, they havent reached there yet so hasta hang out there first.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; The hanging out part is full of dope so I cant really put them to words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So then Mami decided to turn out with my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ghetto sister and her baby boy (as in really, a baby boy). We went to grab dinner at Fish and Co. My homie Nurul was all shy and all mang, she wasnt used to this fine dining with my mami. Well then Mami had the Seafood platter with the shrimps and stuff mang, sister gots the sword fish collar, I got da New York fish and chips and my homie got the best fish and chip. Mang I tell ya, we were bloated when we gots outta there mang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we crashed at Popular (bcauze we popula) and I hadsta take care of the baby mang. I mean, even dope hasta have some responsibility mang. Yeah so we played with the baby, made him happy as hell, teach 'em a couple of gangsta handshake and we all set to go back. Said buhbye to ma family and we zoomed back to Northpoint.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and aside from talking gangsta all the way, we also talked Indian mang. " We have not have Indian blood."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We rounded NorthPoint and bought nothing, 'cept for a lecture pad and a cuppa. &lt;strong&gt;My homie told me Hitler has only one balls mang.&lt;/strong&gt; I walked home like a speeding bullet train mang, it was cold and drizzlin and I had no umbrella, no shelter. I looked like Whoopie Goldberg without the dreads when I reached home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, you gotsta gimme credit for being gangsta mang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7270747108494470719-2679500861223485933?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2679500861223485933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=2679500861223485933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2679500861223485933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2679500861223485933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/gangsta-talk.html' title='Gangsta talk'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa8uTaXb_-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/NpL5-ap9fM4/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-8477755986990627701</id><published>2009-03-03T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:18:53.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa4BAVuwGwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/M6TujOG8jwc/s1600-h/IMG_7060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309182116061256450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa4BAVuwGwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/M6TujOG8jwc/s320/IMG_7060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The weather is not making me grin like the toddler with boogers oozing out of his cute little nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am furious/ annoyed at the weather this past few days. I am going through a life crisis I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hair is going so frizzy/ dry &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it feels like Barbie’ s hair when you take her out from the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lips are so chapped &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it feels like I kissed a bowl of oats bfore going out of the house.&lt;/span&gt; My nose is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;running like a freaking dude from Kenya running a marathon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I look like death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay maybe I exagerated some parts but I have issues with the weather. A chic should not go through this stage at 17! (unless it is winter but it is Singapore and there’ s no such thing as 4 seasons and that is VERY besides the point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I’ m on the couch,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; hoodie on&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;tissue stuffed in my nostrils&lt;/strong&gt;, hot tea in a mug (i drink tea, deal with it), trying to stop trembling while typing furiously. How sad is that? Its just sad I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want sun, sand and sea. I want the 3 hot S’s (pronounced; asses). Is that too much to ask for? Really? Really? REALLY?! (but no Im not going to Sentosa with Suzzie, Nurul, Aaron, Shun Li, Nirmal ad whoever. Hi guys!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even watching &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gay porn&lt;/span&gt; isnt going to cheer me up now. &lt;strong&gt;Unless it’ s Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley making out naked and then having wild Texas style sex&lt;/strong&gt;. ( HAHA, is the image in your head? Give it a sec… try harder… your welcome :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading! &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/7270747108494470719-8477755986990627701?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8477755986990627701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=8477755986990627701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8477755986990627701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8477755986990627701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-gang-weather-is-not-making-me-grin.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa4BAVuwGwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/M6TujOG8jwc/s72-c/IMG_7060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-4896244743930555488</id><published>2009-03-02T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:12:07.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa3_b1ZUcjI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZCL8jGAmop0/s1600-h/there+for+tomorrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309180389394510386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa3_b1ZUcjI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZCL8jGAmop0/s400/there+for+tomorrow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it me or the guy with the vest looks like a tanned Gerard Way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, whatever happens, it’ s not in Vegas. Its in,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;- the neighbouring country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I was at Malaysia the whole day yesterday for some late shopping. But the highlight of the day was at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The idiot driver abandoned us while we were having dinner.&lt;/span&gt; Abandoned us! And we bought him food! I tell you, this people need to be skinned alive. It was around 7pm and we were eating dinner and he just fled! Like a coward! &lt;strong&gt;Oh god I was so pissed you dont even want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He then calls us at what, 10 pm, and says that his brother will drive us to Singapore. His brother was in Singapore and had to come get us and all our shopping bags in Malaysia back to Singapore. How unbelivable is that? My god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I just say, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the teenagers in Malaysia are so full of crap&lt;/span&gt;. Smoking/ driving bikes at a mere age of 15/ 16? Please, get that out of my face. It is so annoying, having to hear theyre guffaws while trying to enjoy the dining experience. Shitheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least while having to stand for 2 hours (waiting for the fucking driver) a 20++ year old caucasion was hitting on me. It was weird, getting tell tale signs from a 20++ caucasion. He has the nicest nose. He had this friend who looked like the Scorpion King from the Mummy Returns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are so weird, as in creepster weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spotted this group of hotshots, obviously not Malaysians also having dinner there. One was wearing a cowboy hat, one had dreadlocks, one had hair so spiked I think it could prick my finger and the list goes on. &lt;strong&gt;Turned out they were Singaporean&lt;/strong&gt; (saw them in a Sg plate car).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when the other driver finally came, it was around 11pm. To make matters worst, we were caught up in the fucking traffic jam. A 1 hour ++ traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, thank god we reached home and went to take a long ass bath and crashed on the silk duvets of my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was swagged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loreal Elseve&lt;strong&gt; smooth intense care shampoo&lt;/strong&gt; (because my hair is damaged thanks to flat ironing too much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loreal Elseve &lt;strong&gt;Nutri gloss intensive shine mask&lt;/strong&gt; (because my hair needs to shine for everyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dove leave on hair lotion, &lt;strong&gt;Intense damage therapy&lt;/strong&gt; (because my hair is damaged)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vaseline&lt;/strong&gt; Lip Therapy (because I want smooth lips)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listerine &lt;strong&gt;bright and clean&lt;/strong&gt; (because I like white/ clean teeth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A brandless &lt;strong&gt;floss&lt;/strong&gt; set (because I dont want anything stuck between my teeth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foot scrub&lt;/strong&gt; (I believe you know why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;CKintoyou perfume (because I like the smell, ya dig?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That’ s just what I purchased because Im a trift and, well, Im broke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-4896244743930555488?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4896244743930555488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=4896244743930555488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4896244743930555488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4896244743930555488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-happens-in-vegas-stays-in-vegas.html' title='What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa3_b1ZUcjI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZCL8jGAmop0/s72-c/there+for+tomorrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-1773009912330326716</id><published>2009-02-28T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:04:59.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crushcrushcrush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa39qfs4WXI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OkoauZlDIME/s1600-h/gfbvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309178442245757298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa39qfs4WXI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OkoauZlDIME/s400/gfbvd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey gang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This post is going to be long and pointless, I’ m warning you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday I met Nurul and we headed to the mall &lt;strong&gt;to do my eyebrows&lt;/strong&gt;, again. I was wearing my high school Tshirt and this black pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think maybe the shirt’ s magic or something. I saw, Rahmat, who I could live without remembering. We saw &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Danial,&lt;/span&gt; who also said hello to us. We saw &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suhaimi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;who apparently is in the army now&lt;/strong&gt;. He too, said hi. We saw &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eunos, who was riding on his bike, obviously trying to attract attention.&lt;/span&gt; We saw &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chong You&lt;/span&gt;, who amazingly became so fit he looked like he’ s been lifting weights since elementary school. See, I told you the Tshirt’ s magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, being a doll that I am, I decided to come back to the school to check out my CCA’ s, Saint John’ s Ambulance Brigade, progress. No one told me it was speech day training.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Samuel about the plans for the say when he spinned me around like some ballerina when I saw &lt;strong&gt;Hafiz&lt;/strong&gt;, the guy I have been crushing on for 4 years, 5 even. I was floored I tell you. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was like ” Omg isnt that? Yes it is. Omg! *faints”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure enough those memories, old feelings came rushing back, hitting me across the face like a mother fucking wave. I got all emo and sappy. The feeling was alien. I guess it’ s due to me, bottling up my feelings, thoughts, Him, and put it so far in my brain since he graduated last 2 years. Well, feelings came back, they shouldnt, but they did. All because I saw him yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I never knew what I saw in him. Seriously&lt;/span&gt;. I never saw what he had that other boys dont have. The only think I think that attracts me to him is because he’ s tall and broad (and the fact that I think we look good together if something, anything happens) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh dont lie, disagreeing with me. We look good together, that’ s it.&lt;/span&gt; Kinda got me all teary eyed and it dampened my mood actually- what? sometimes I get emotional/ overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never understood how I continued liking him.&lt;/span&gt; I mean, what can I say? Loyal person talking. I had never initiated a coversation with him, not even once. Wasted if I do day so myself.&lt;br /&gt;So then he left for home and I thought you know, maybe I could snap my fingers and all this feelings will go back in the bottle and will be chucked deep in my brain and dissolve in thin air. Well, it didnt. I was distracted, constantly thinking about him so much that it made me sick in the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never knew what he thought of me. Never wanted to know. In case the bubblewrap failed on my heart/ brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night I kept playing songs that reminds me of him. I couldnt help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Songs like Happy Together- Simple Plan made me laugh about what could had happen. It was replaying in my head with the lyrics “Imagine me and you, you and me. No matter how we toss the dice, it’ s meant to be”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or I can wait forever- Simple plan with the lyrics ” Another day without you with me, it’ s like a blade that cuts right through me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or the song Falling in love- McFly ” I could have fallen in love, we could have fallen in love.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah they remind me of the chances I had but never took. Oh wells, that’ s that and I can do nothing about it now. Sad, but I have to live with it everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P. S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So boys and girls, “There’ s no chance unless you take one”. If you like someone, pursue him/ her. Life wont wait, its up to you. You could embrace what it could be, or watch it slip like the sand in my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-1773009912330326716?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1773009912330326716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=1773009912330326716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1773009912330326716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1773009912330326716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/crushcrushcrush.html' title='crushcrushcrush'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa39qfs4WXI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OkoauZlDIME/s72-c/gfbvd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-8549829922075261702</id><published>2009-02-25T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:57:35.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shiver me timbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa377RdhMuI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ai229r3tFcE/s1600-h/Starlight_by_Fishyfreak031592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309176531457749730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa377RdhMuI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ai229r3tFcE/s400/Starlight_by_Fishyfreak031592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the tittle suggests, yesterday was&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; freezing.&lt;/span&gt; It was like post winter or something. I was bored so I asked Shahidah if she wanted to waste time at the mall and she agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking there, in my bermudas, school tshirt and hoodie, looking like I’ ve just gotten out of bed, and Shahidah, forgetting to bring her cardigan along although it was freezing and wet, we managed to crack some stupid jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While walking to the MRT station, I heard some gruff voice called my name but decided to ignore it (SORRY). Then someone hit me on the shoulder with a piece of paper. Ready to glare at the criminal, I turned around, facing a familiar face. Aaron. The first thing that came to mind was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;” Omg how/ what/ why is Aaron hot all of a sudden?”&lt;/span&gt; so I had to cover my being floored by saying something stupid. ” Hi Aaron (waves like an over excited nerd getting a new mathematical set)” And so I shook his hands before departing. &lt;strong&gt;I shook his hand! Omg! *faints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Did I tell you Aaron looked good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I met Suzzie to pay up $18 for my purchases at a blogshop. She was with Xi wen. I have to say that Suzzie has quite a considerable amount of cleavage/ boobs. UNFAIR. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want big boobs too.&lt;/span&gt; Oh dont &lt;strong&gt;act&lt;/strong&gt; like you’ re disgusted. If you’ re a &lt;strong&gt;chic&lt;/strong&gt;, you want big boobs, &lt;strong&gt;to flaunt&lt;/strong&gt;. If you’ re a &lt;strong&gt;stud,&lt;/strong&gt; you also want big boobs, to &lt;strong&gt;grope&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay but that’ s very besides the point. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The point of the whole 2 paragraphs is, Aaron is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after that we headed to Burger King because we feast like Kings and saw 3 guys from Ahmad Ibrahim Secondary School. 1 of them was&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; WHITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. White as in paper white. &lt;strong&gt;I’ m not even kidding.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought he was an Albino for god’ s sake.&lt;/span&gt; He’ s most definitely am not. He had &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;freaking white skin and JET BLACK HAIR&lt;/span&gt;. If you cant imagine, take a black permenant marker and draw on a white paper, that was how he looked like, &lt;strong&gt;Im not even joking&lt;/strong&gt;. They glanced at us and I swear, I , Shahidah heard he said ” Daymnnnnnnnnn.”. I’ d like to think that he thinks my hoodie is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to get my dad’ s present, a Tshirt that costs $23 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and looks better on a teenager but&lt;/span&gt;, who cares? It looks good. Looked around for Shahidah’ s tops- she already decided what to buy. Then she bought chewy/ munchy chocolate junior, this chewy pastry thing which is nice and bought me bubble tea and we heade down to my house to chat, catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SAW AFIQ. Omgee. I know. We were talking and complaining and suddenly I saw Afiq walking home with his girlfriend. *swoons, he’ s so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided to jog on thursday and do Pilates tomorrow. Set up this new routine since there’ ll be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Napha test, amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-8549829922075261702?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8549829922075261702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=8549829922075261702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8549829922075261702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8549829922075261702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/shiver-me-timbers.html' title='shiver me timbers'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa377RdhMuI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ai229r3tFcE/s72-c/Starlight_by_Fishyfreak031592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-2810945990748442317</id><published>2009-02-22T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:50:02.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa36LkZRAqI/AAAAAAAAAb0/aNroLYyY-Kg/s1600-h/Jogging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309174612394836642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa36LkZRAqI/AAAAAAAAAb0/aNroLYyY-Kg/s400/Jogging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enough said, Im jogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&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/7270747108494470719-2810945990748442317?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2810945990748442317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=2810945990748442317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2810945990748442317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2810945990748442317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/02/unbelievable.html' title='Unbelievable'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa36LkZRAqI/AAAAAAAAAb0/aNroLYyY-Kg/s72-c/Jogging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-5911593800140499740</id><published>2009-02-20T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:48:35.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the quest for shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa35dHVgdEI/AAAAAAAAAbs/xPo5LT6OIHw/s1600-h/mitchelldavis8D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309173814320460866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa35dHVgdEI/AAAAAAAAAbs/xPo5LT6OIHw/s400/mitchelldavis8D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey gang! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tittles on blog posts are important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so lets get down to business. Yesterday, Nurul and I were cruising around town in search for school shoes. But you guys know we arent gonna go get the cheap kind so we went searching in the halls of &lt;strong&gt;Converse, Vans&lt;/strong&gt; and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my bangs up and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I realized that looking at the world with 2 eyes is way better than looking through a pirate/ emo eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she came to my place as usual and we walked to catch the train to Somerset. I guess we were pretty high on life ’cause when we started the adventure (I would like to call it that please) we started laughing at nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so we were in the train, laughing at this group of loud, nerdy bunch of school girls (discreetly of course) minding our own business. Then at one of the stations a woman got in with her baby. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You see, I wasnt standing beside Nurul but across her, so I was laughing/ talking to her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The woman turned to me with a disgusted expression on her face which clearly said ” OMG is this chic crazy?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; How rude. Seriously. Plus, she was wearing a sleveless Adidas shirt and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;didnt even bother to shave her underarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; is disgusting and &lt;strong&gt;this is not France&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and this part is somewhat a highlight. We were waiting for the green man at a traffic light and we heard 2 foreign boys talking. Their voices is just plain funny. It’ s like they oinched their noses while talking you know. So we were making fun of them, not actually seen the faces. Well, I turned and MELTED. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The funny voices belongs to 2 sexgods&lt;/span&gt;. They are so freaking hot. I mean, they’ re so hot that when I was talking to Nurul, I cant help but look at them. So did Nurul. My god. Hotshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as usual, we crashed at FarEast plaza. Homie wasnt there, wasnt working at KFC so it was actually quite boring but we managed to crack ourselves up. They pulled the blinds. It was like a club cum fast food restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then got into the shoe hunting mode. I saw &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of shoes that looks good on Nurul but she doesnt feel me, you get what Im saying? So we were laughing all the way, finding a pair of shoes. Oh I saw this pair of shoes which is a steal $39. 90 and plan to get that for school. I also saw this totally radd bag which I also will be buying for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There were alot of hotshots there at Fareast, also shoe hunting. For instance there was this 2 guys in V necks, they are like, Calvin Klein model worthy (here is the part where you squeel) I know right! Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so we finally decided on a pair of shoes and the lady selling it wasnt really fluent in English so she basically gave us the green light to laugh at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me; Hi. Can I know the price of this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady; Oh. The ply is below the shoe one. Ya, all shoe got ply below.&lt;br /&gt;(Translate to&lt;br /&gt;standard English; There’ s a price tag on the soles.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me+ Nurul, avoiding her face ; Dont laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might have broken 2 or more ribs trying not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the lady goes and find Nurul her shoe size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady; Come, let me check for you if can or not. (Translate to standard&lt;br /&gt;English; I’ ll help you check if its the right size)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurul; *Laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me; *tries to cover for Nurul’ s outburst. She’ s abit crazy.&lt;br /&gt;So Nurul&lt;br /&gt;wore the shoe, perfect fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady; Ah! Just rit (prounounced as reet)! (Translate to standard English;&lt;br /&gt;Just right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me; *Laughing so obliviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurul; *Laughs along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady; * Doesnt know why we’ re laughing but laughs along to be&lt;br /&gt;polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I died laughing there you get what Im saying. I mean, seiously. So we laughed our way to Paragon, where we had our usual dosage of Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, I just realized that the Starbucks session we had wasnt really funny. Except for a couple of clowns, asking to be critisized. Same ol’ same ol’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, HMV was something else. We were like judging every record there is. It was hilarious. I mean, Lady Gaga is shit, she’ s like chanelling Kerli.&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the movies section and the movie playing was High School Music 3. As expected, Nurul was singing along. I had to constantly remind her to shut her pie hole. We made a couple of conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clark Kent from Smallville looks like plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charmed sisters looked like hobos in the first season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kyle Xy is one of the top 10 most hottest man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pokemon is the best animated cartoon in our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We spent quite a long time there and I guess the people there noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so here comes the ” Time to head home” part. We took the train and as usual, got the best seats. A whole mob of workers enetered and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the guy standing in front of Nurul looked like a fat sexual predator, reading FHM or something.&lt;/span&gt; He also reminds me of the likes of Mr Vincent Tan, our history teacher. I couldnt help laughing at him thanks to Nurul who was saying things like ” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this man fall on me, I’ ll be like a thin crusted pizza.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, that’ s how the day basically ended, well, after&lt;strong&gt; I walked home like a fuckin speed train because I felt the need to pee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&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/7270747108494470719-5911593800140499740?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5911593800140499740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=5911593800140499740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/5911593800140499740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/5911593800140499740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/wuest-for-shoes.html' title='the quest for shoes'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa35dHVgdEI/AAAAAAAAAbs/xPo5LT6OIHw/s72-c/mitchelldavis8D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-1685361425222418113</id><published>2009-02-18T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:35:16.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im a dreamer Part Dos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa320vhDgPI/AAAAAAAAAbc/3vBWlmtYqUc/s1600-h/All+Time+Low.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309170921708421362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa320vhDgPI/AAAAAAAAAbc/3vBWlmtYqUc/s400/All+Time+Low.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I’ m flying in my plane back to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Ohio.&lt;/span&gt; I’ ve been spending a couple of days in Tokyo. Father had some business to attend to and he decided to bring the whole family for good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My twin brothers, Cole and Dylan (from the Suite life of Zack and Cody), spent most of their time in Disney Land, trying out all the madz rides. I, on the other hand, decided to travel around Tokyo with my personal tour guide, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kiyoto Elchickalano Marshmellow&lt;/span&gt; (he’ s part Japanese and part Spanish). Oh and I flew my best friendsxzsz Nurul and Hafiiz to join me because I needed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All Time Low&lt;/span&gt; perform and got&lt;strong&gt; backstage passes to meet the band and demand for an autograph.&lt;/strong&gt; We snuck into the band’ s tour bus and when they got in we bombarded them with questions and what not. Amazingly the security guy pulled us out so we were all sad and all. But the boys were awesome enough to give us their autographs and a free Tshirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to a district in Tokyo called &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Akihabar&lt;/span&gt;a, where all the hype about technology is. Kiyoto brought us to a ” Maid Cafe”. For all of you who havent heard of it before it’ s like a cafe but the cafe had their waiter/ waitresess in little maid costumes and they’ re all so KAWAII and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime you go there they’ ll ask you to take a little photo of them or something, like little cards of photos or something? (I much rather use my Canon Vixia 80 to film the whole thing but.) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So me and my friends were like what the hell, we’ re just going to take the damn picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our little waitress for the day was called Aiyu or something similar to that. She liked got all of us in the photobooth and before that there was this wall of animal hairbands and she just went like “Wear this” and so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had the cat ears&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; Nurul got the bunny ears, Hafiiz got the lion mane and Kiyoto got the dog ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also went to Shabuya, it was absolutely amazing. Harajuku was another part we went to. It was actually quite dissappointing, I expected much more from there. So my favourite parts of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tokyo would be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Akihabara &lt;/span&gt;followed by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shabuya&lt;/span&gt; and then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Harajuku&lt;/span&gt;. We only travel around Tokyo so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now we are in my plane, heading to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L. A first to drop Nurul off ( she’ s studying engineering there)&lt;/span&gt; and up next is to&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holywood (where Hafiiz is persuing his modeling career)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and then back to college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really loved Japan&lt;/strong&gt;, Absolutely loved it. I hope I could visit there again. Hopefully I will because it was just very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You have no idea how make- belief is so entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-1685361425222418113?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1685361425222418113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=1685361425222418113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1685361425222418113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1685361425222418113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-dreamer-part-dos.html' title='Im a dreamer Part Dos'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa320vhDgPI/AAAAAAAAAbc/3vBWlmtYqUc/s72-c/All+Time+Low.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-7785846249027007354</id><published>2009-02-17T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:30:15.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiosk lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa3xuuX28VI/AAAAAAAAAbU/T0UWrpXb5iY/s1600-h/amitchelldavis-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309165320764059986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa3xuuX28VI/AAAAAAAAAbU/T0UWrpXb5iY/s400/amitchelldavis-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here’ s an issue I (and most of you) have been dealing with quite awhile while goingt o the mall alone. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We all get attacked by the kiosk lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was out an about, trying to find my usual facial product (Make- up remover, facial wash, toner, moisturizer) alone because I was running out of them, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That’ s when they get you, when you’ re alone&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Usually I have my friends with me&lt;/span&gt; and they’ d pull me and act like they’ re talking to me so the kiosk lady cant budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I entered this store and walked around in it, grabbing what I need when the lady in black suit with plastic make up said to me ” Let me see your hands.” &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When people command you to show your hands, you do it.&lt;/span&gt; So I showed her my hands and she said ” They are rough, like a mechanic’ s palm.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I dont know how many people have ticked your hands off like that but I ended up having both my hands buffed and polished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I’ m thinking, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;be strong be strong eventhough she just gave me a free scrub it doesnt mean I have to buy it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This is the time, when they get you. ” Would you like to buy this special gift set for your hands? For the special costumer, $30.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That’ s&lt;/span&gt; how I ended up with the mositurizing set and you bet that Im going to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont act like this havent happen to you before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-7785846249027007354?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7785846249027007354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=7785846249027007354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/7785846249027007354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/7785846249027007354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-gang-so-here-s-issue-i-and-most-of.html' title='Kiosk lady'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa3xuuX28VI/AAAAAAAAAbU/T0UWrpXb5iY/s72-c/amitchelldavis-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-1375674294739978790</id><published>2009-02-16T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:10:20.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa3wfylju8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/R4dCQf6H-kQ/s1600-h/3Oh3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309163964685597634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa3wfylju8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/R4dCQf6H-kQ/s400/3Oh3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently my robot AIbot is cranking the tunes from the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;unstoppable, trash dumpster music, incredible duo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3OH!3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3OH!3 (pronounced “three oh three”) is an American electronica band from Boulder, Colorado. The band is named after the 303 area code, which covers Boulder, Aurora, and the Denver metropolitan area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The members were inspired by the &lt;strong&gt;underground hip-hop scene&lt;/strong&gt; and Foreman, then a member of the band Eight Hour Orphans, invited Motte to mix some beats with him. The two were helped early on by friendships they had made with local acts such as &lt;strong&gt;Grace Gale, Signal to Noise&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; The Blackout Pact. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Their music is nice trash, not the kind you get out of ammature rapperz.&lt;br /&gt;Again, their material is raw. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Explicit content, hardcore gangster beats and in- yo- face lyrics makes you want to screw them&lt;/span&gt;. They arent afraid to speak their mind through their raps, which makes them a no bull duo (which people, not only chics, love). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only problem I had with their music is the fact that&lt;strong&gt; I cant blast their song in my house because my parents could here all the swearing and all the sexual content packed in a single.&lt;/strong&gt; Sad, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I guess all I have to say now is 3oh!3 all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, is their album released in Singapore? If it is Im getting this one before Lily Allen’ s cd (that’ s how great they are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-1375674294739978790?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1375674294739978790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=1375674294739978790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1375674294739978790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1375674294739978790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-gang-currently-my-robot-aibot-is.html' title='Current addiction'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa3wfylju8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/R4dCQf6H-kQ/s72-c/3Oh3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-2463062929595475448</id><published>2009-02-15T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:03:58.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im a dreamer Part Uno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa3uvFh_j_I/AAAAAAAAAbE/O8sXXGgip88/s1600-h/Jamesateamsing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309162028445700082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa3uvFh_j_I/AAAAAAAAAbE/O8sXXGgip88/s320/Jamesateamsing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My name is Aisyah and Im 18 years old this year. My birthday is on the 14th Febuary. I live in&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Ohio&lt;/span&gt; in a big big house complete with a backyard pool.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Currently I’ m staying in a dorm in my college&lt;/span&gt; but it’ s cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im musically inclined and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; my boyfriend is James Bourne&lt;/span&gt; (Busted, SonOfDork’ s frontman).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ m studying Arts and Culture&lt;/span&gt; so naturally I deal with alot of paintings, drawings, photography and history. I am one of the many talented editors for my school paper and I have to say, it’ s not an easy job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I just purchased my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Iphone 3G&lt;/span&gt; and is having an awesome time with all the applications like the fog screen, the startreck sound effects and the whole touch screen thing. It’ s cool ’cause I can hook it up with my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mac &lt;/span&gt;and just download songs like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My billionaire father just deposited $ 5 000 in my bank for school allowances and whatnot. I’ m planning to spend impulsely at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TopShop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and M. A. C. Father says it’ s okay to spend truckloads of benjamins only if you donate to a charity. Well I do. I donate to my favourite Charity, &lt;strong&gt;invinsiblechildren&lt;/strong&gt; (go check them out) about $1000 last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh golly, look at the time. I have to go study now (I know, pain in the arse) so I’ ll update more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know right now, you’ re thinking, ” Oh god, have Aisyah finally went bonkers?” Well, sadly I havent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, how about you guys? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What’ s your ideal life?&lt;/span&gt; Post a blog about your ideal life and I’ ll be sure to read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-2463062929595475448?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2463062929595475448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=2463062929595475448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2463062929595475448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2463062929595475448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-dreamer-part-uno.html' title='Im a dreamer Part Uno'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa3uvFh_j_I/AAAAAAAAAbE/O8sXXGgip88/s72-c/Jamesateamsing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-4140154693344962629</id><published>2009-02-11T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:58:26.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who ’s your favourite female singer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa3s-YcdMlI/AAAAAAAAAa8/KR9wuRd4cM8/s1600-h/l.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309160092197532242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa3s-YcdMlI/AAAAAAAAAa8/KR9wuRd4cM8/s320/l.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When people asks you ” Hey, who’ s your favourite singer?”&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; You’ ll probably take a few minutes to decide but atlast say ” I dont know.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well when someone asks me that question, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I smile widely, show my set of pearly whites, and say loudly (and clearly) ” Lilly Allen”&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; Why Lily Allen you ask? Well, personally I think she’ s cute. &lt;strong&gt;She sure can belt a tune&lt;/strong&gt; and sings well even on live shows, without tweaking her voice like Paris Hilton. She’ s gorgeous, she have an amazing voice and she has a unique personality. Who could say no to those big shiny marbles for eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think she speaks through her songs&lt;/span&gt;, like Pink. When I listen to a song, I dont just listen for the sake of listening. I need to probe deeper in the lyrics for me to enjoy the song and I feel that Lily Allen’ s songs connect to me like how Simple Plan connected to me in the emo days.&lt;br /&gt;So she had been a drug user and an alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;”I’m not gonna say I’m never gonna do drugs again. I just know I’m not a good&lt;br /&gt;person on drugs”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;People arent perfect, we all have some skeletons inside our closet. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It’ s just sad that all the skeletons&lt;/span&gt; she collected are being showcased on the wide screen, thanks to the press and the media. It’ s the same shit that’ s revolving around Britney Spears. Aside from the fame and glory, I think celebrities have shit wayyy much more than we do. D’you notice how many times I said ’shit’? But that’ s very besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think Lily Allen should be or could be a role model.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; She’ s not perfect but atleast she’ s &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-4140154693344962629?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4140154693344962629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=4140154693344962629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4140154693344962629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4140154693344962629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-gang-when-people-asks-you-hey-who-s.html' title='Who ’s your favourite female singer?'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa3s-YcdMlI/AAAAAAAAAa8/KR9wuRd4cM8/s72-c/l.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-3766429993761300290</id><published>2009-02-10T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:59:03.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day robots will rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa3ig3oxAjI/AAAAAAAAAa0/hCXpEmEbbaU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309148590058308146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa3ig3oxAjI/AAAAAAAAAa0/hCXpEmEbbaU/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just sitting on the couch while eating some bananas watching iCarly and suddenly this random thought just occured to me like I was being knightedy the Queen of England or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day I would like to&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;build a robot&lt;/strong&gt;. I’ ll name it AiBot (you know, Ai as in Aisyah and Bot as in roBot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My robot would be the most coolest, most awesome robot there is. She’ s going to have a &lt;strong&gt;built in Espresso machine&lt;/strong&gt;, built in &lt;strong&gt;milkshake maker&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh I’ m going to install like a freaking emotion sensor so she can have the &lt;strong&gt;ability to feel,&lt;/strong&gt; like us. Dual flash memory so she can remember the people she meets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most importantly I want her to have like a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ginormous stereo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like at the back of it’ s head so everytime like we go to the mall I can blast like 3OH!3 and &lt;strong&gt;grab attention&lt;/strong&gt; like never before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night maybe we could do each other nails and stuff. Oh wait, Aibot’ ll do my nails and I’ ll polish hers. Oh I did mention that &lt;strong&gt;I’ ll install like a recorder in her&lt;/strong&gt; right? So when I pour my heart out to her I’ ll be able to actually replay what I said and work on solving the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cold, hard hands dont really matter&lt;/span&gt; to me when I need a hand to hold. She’ ll be like the most greatest robot cum friend ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I’ ll install like basic knowledge of English, Mathematics, and Literature so she could help me with my homework and stuff like that. She would be like a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; robot tutor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ m a dreamer, what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What am I really trying to say now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-3766429993761300290?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3766429993761300290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=3766429993761300290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3766429993761300290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3766429993761300290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-gang-i-was-just-sitting-on-couch.html' title='One day robots will rule'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa3ig3oxAjI/AAAAAAAAAa0/hCXpEmEbbaU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-6457735124344033368</id><published>2009-02-09T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:04:52.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smoking, how cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa3f2Y9UXnI/AAAAAAAAAas/mLem6vrEu_Q/s1600-h/3251160229_cd0176a17a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309145661245251186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa3f2Y9UXnI/AAAAAAAAAas/mLem6vrEu_Q/s400/3251160229_cd0176a17a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just get things clear to everyone that wants to live &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;longer&lt;/span&gt; and possibly, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happier&lt;/span&gt; life. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Smoking, is a waste of time and money&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay let me just give you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 good reasons&lt;/span&gt; on why you should not smoke. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just 5&lt;/span&gt;, very very good reasons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is&lt;strong&gt; detrimental to your health&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;waste a friggin ton of cash&lt;/strong&gt; when you could like get anything else you want for $10.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You smell like a cat that got ran over, crawled to the top of a mountain, trip and fell into a peasent’ s ass and died there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yellow teeth, I couldnt have explained that better. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You smoking takes a toll on not only your life, but the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Im sorry guys but I dont see any reason whatsoever for a person to smoke. I do not smoke or drink, I just think that I could live without having to indulge in unhealthy habits like that. I want to live longer, dont you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This part here is to those smokers who have the nerve to smoke infront of the people who obviously dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think that’ s plain rude and selfish. I mean, go ahead and spoil your fucking lungs but dont drag me into it. We breathe the same air and I suggest you be more aware of your surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the drivers who smoke in their car? I mean, I have been in that situation for more than a gazzilion time and I feel like getting out of the car straight away, right on the roads. &lt;strong&gt;It doesnt make a difference when you put your hand out of the window, holding a cig&lt;/strong&gt;. I still fucking breathe it. Sometimes I just want to cough but I couldnt because it’ ll just be like ” Cough cough, stop now. Cough. Eww. Cough. Youre smoking you should stop”. How rude is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont like smokers, nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wont be like ” Get that thing out of my face”&lt;/span&gt; whenever I have to hang out with a person who smokes, how pretentious does that sound? But, I just think that you should not smoke infront of a person whom you know dont smoke. It makes me feel uncomfortable. It’ s not just annoying it’ s unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dont smoke&lt;/span&gt; infront of me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dont smoke&lt;/span&gt; around me, I dont know, I just cant deal with it. It’ s disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-6457735124344033368?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6457735124344033368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=6457735124344033368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/6457735124344033368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/6457735124344033368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/smoking-how-cool_03.html' title='smoking, how cool'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sa3f2Y9UXnI/AAAAAAAAAas/mLem6vrEu_Q/s72-c/3251160229_cd0176a17a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-3780327577530072183</id><published>2009-02-07T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:41:47.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>breakfast, so important</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SazdnPHLuXI/AAAAAAAAAac/R6rofGbQcm0/s1600-h/lucky+charms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308861726904269170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SazdnPHLuXI/AAAAAAAAAac/R6rofGbQcm0/s320/lucky+charms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SazdnPHLuXI/AAAAAAAAAac/R6rofGbQcm0/s1600-h/lucky+charms.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You Are Lucky Charms. Your the one everyone wants to be, but they don’t know&lt;br /&gt;how truly complicated you are. You can put up a good front at times, and can be&lt;br /&gt;indecisive and moody. You can be a delight or you can be a pain but whatever you&lt;br /&gt;are people still like you and sometimes they show that through jealousy. So give&lt;br /&gt;the mean girls a chance they just wish they had your “charms” and brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE MATCHES: EVERYONE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was eating cereal this morning with my chipped tooth sister and naturally we started talking about cereal. What do you think is the world’ s greatest cereal? Raisin Brand? Cornflakes? Rice Crispies? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I personally think that Lucky Charms is no. 1.&lt;/span&gt; Who could resist the&lt;br /&gt;chewy marshmallow. Plus, they come in all colours of the rainbow! You know? Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She disagreed. She said Frosties took the trophy. No fucking way. &lt;strong&gt;Frosties is just a big pussy&lt;/strong&gt; (no puns intended). I mean I have never been a fan of Frosties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. You know how you always gets the little toys in the boxes? I think it’ s rediculous. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mean, it’ s like 2/ 10 chances you’ ll get the toy truck you know. It’ s just demoralizing when you buy like 5 boxes and get the same shit over and over again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Worst, nothing. Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, kids, teenagers, adults, we all should embrace the goodness of cereal at breakfast. Like all the crack head dietitians say, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-3780327577530072183?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3780327577530072183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=3780327577530072183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3780327577530072183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3780327577530072183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/breakfast-so-important.html' title='breakfast, so important'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SazdnPHLuXI/AAAAAAAAAac/R6rofGbQcm0/s72-c/lucky+charms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-2137052265350969481</id><published>2009-02-06T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:32:21.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If youre lactose intolerant, dont drink milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SazchOHO8UI/AAAAAAAAAaM/HEV2xckisFk/s1600-h/66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308860524045201730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SazchOHO8UI/AAAAAAAAAaM/HEV2xckisFk/s320/66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;As the tittle suggest, it’ s about lactose intolerant teenagers, like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I drank milk.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Yeap, so you can just shut up about it.&lt;/span&gt; I know I’ m lactose intolerant but who can resist the creamy, silky taste of milk? I sure cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a terrible diarrhoea and couldnt stop going in and out of the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly got me thinking though. Why do people continue doing things that is detrimental to their mind and body? Is it the thrill of knowing that you’ re going to suffer after some time doing it, or do we do it just for the kicks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it might sound whacked, getting a topic right out of the toilet bowl but&lt;strong&gt; I just cant ignore the link of me drinking milk when I know that I’ m lactose intolerant and the want to continue smoking/ drinking/ drugging/ gambling is somewhat similar. &lt;/strong&gt;I think maybe it’ s just addiction? Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think? Leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-2137052265350969481?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2137052265350969481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=2137052265350969481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2137052265350969481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2137052265350969481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-youre-lactose-intolerant-dont-drink.html' title='If youre lactose intolerant, dont drink milk'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SazchOHO8UI/AAAAAAAAAaM/HEV2xckisFk/s72-c/66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-6328110422148771426</id><published>2009-02-06T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:28:12.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereotyped, canned and sold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SazbEBbCEpI/AAAAAAAAAaE/uaDoZfDz8ME/s1600-h/introverted_boy__by_MichaelMacabre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308858922910749330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SazbEBbCEpI/AAAAAAAAAaE/uaDoZfDz8ME/s320/introverted_boy__by_MichaelMacabre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey gang! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will say this once and I will not repeat this. I dont like people calling me emo. I dont like that. I know that I’m wearing a From First To Last band Tee right now but I’ m wearing it as my PJs. I dont even like FFTL anymore, I used to, back in like 2 to 3 years ago like ” I want to be emo because it’ s so cool to wear all black although Singapore is an oven of a country. Yeah I want to be emo. Yeah! Emo!” and it’ s like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now, I want to be Aisyah, I just want to be me. I don’t want to conform to any sort of image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People right now, people who are just getting to know me, they are labelling me ” Emo.” And to me the most stupidest thing a person can do is to label themselves. I am like no no no no no, labels are for people to do to you, like ignorant people to do not for you to lable yourself. I dont know, to me that’ s not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don’ t like people calling me Emo, you know people are web camming and skyping with me and they call me Emo, I get so uncomfortable they’ re like ” You’ re emo.” and I’ m like ” No man, Im not.” I feel like being emo or scene or something, you can’ t just be emo or scene, you have to want to be emo and scene and whatever. They’ re the type of stereotype that people use on themselves. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Even though I think it’ s ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure I listen to Alesana, Fall Out Boy, Silverstein and what not but I also listen to Kanye West and 3OH!3 and Owlcity you know. It’ s not just one brand, genre of music. It’ s not like I’m trying to conform to something. So, you know, stop saying that I’ m emo. I know people are going hit me for this but&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I just want you to know the people who are calling me that, that you should all stop because it ’s annoying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That’ s not how I see myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I felt the need to proof myself, I did the Emo quiz. This is my result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;42.5%&lt;br /&gt;You are slightly Emo. You probably have bangs and dress in&lt;br /&gt;slightly too tight clothes that look like they’re from the 80’s. You get called&lt;br /&gt;an Emo kid, which bothers you a little bit.You listen to decent music like&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead. You also love My Chemical Romance, but you can’t get them all right.&lt;br /&gt;You cry a little, but you usually have a good reason, like your puppy died or&lt;br /&gt;you got to meet Ryan Seacrest or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/7270747108494470719-6328110422148771426?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6328110422148771426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=6328110422148771426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/6328110422148771426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/6328110422148771426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/stereotyped-canned-and-sold.html' title='Stereotyped, canned and sold'/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SazbEBbCEpI/AAAAAAAAAaE/uaDoZfDz8ME/s72-c/introverted_boy__by_MichaelMacabre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-8067937650927733243</id><published>2009-02-04T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T04:32:15.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SYmEUy2XelI/AAAAAAAAAZc/IcWa98CHxEU/s1600-h/000g000hjvj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298911929360153170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SYmEUy2XelI/AAAAAAAAAZc/IcWa98CHxEU/s320/000g000hjvj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have perfect eyebrows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be jealous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*INSERT INDIAN LADY WITH A THREAD HERE*  Oh you whore, you want to do him too dont you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey gang! So as you guys know, I did another round of eyebrow threading with Suzzie and now it' s perfect. It came with a price though, I looked like a heartbroken teengae drama queen with mascara running down my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not expect it to hurt that much actually. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy, was I wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It hurt, BAD. I was crying a river by the time my right eyebrow was over. Let me just try to explain the gut sensation I had. It feels like, you know when you twist a clump of leg hair and then pull it straight out of the roots? Yeah. Something like that. I hear a couple of 'Oww' s already. But honestly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that doesnt really compare with the pain I felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after that we headed to KFC and I ate the value meal. I felt guilty, eating the chicken, but it was so damn good. I' ll probably go to chicken hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, after that I went to tutor the children. Can I just say, I was at the verge of tears after the session was over. I repeated for like gazimibillion times the solution to the most simplest division question and he still couldnt get it. And &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mind you I am a very very patient person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Really, ask some stranger, they' ll agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the side note, Cinabot is driving me nuts. I am so ultimately pissed with him. Just because I didnt ' &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;report&lt;/span&gt;' my whereabouts to him he went all crazy- jerk- of- a- boyfriend that he swore he wasnt. Please understand that I forget sometimes. Besides, you called at the wrong time. I was flustered and agitated, trying to teach the 9 year old! Pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-8067937650927733243?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8067937650927733243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=8067937650927733243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8067937650927733243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8067937650927733243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-perfect-eyebrows.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SYmEUy2XelI/AAAAAAAAAZc/IcWa98CHxEU/s72-c/000g000hjvj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-326901744019387833</id><published>2009-02-03T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T04:06:47.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pro Obama! Dont get me wrong. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This shit is so damn funny. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And the guy is somewhat sexy dontcha think? I think so too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b-yJBsjatW0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b-yJBsjatW0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8PqI12R8YNU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8PqI12R8YNU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-326901744019387833?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/326901744019387833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=326901744019387833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/326901744019387833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/326901744019387833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/02/pro-obama-dont-get-me-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-3467631724395059139</id><published>2009-01-30T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T04:52:02.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SYLsnjk0keI/AAAAAAAAAZI/4USwRI4691Y/s1600-h/mitchelldavis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297056276049859042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SYLsnjk0keI/AAAAAAAAAZI/4USwRI4691Y/s320/mitchelldavis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SYLr5ZWZevI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Joaw70aCjKk/s1600-h/thBANNERmitchelldavis3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So now there are clear reasons why we are best friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*INSERT PARTY POPPERS HERE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey gang! As you guys know, I went out with Nurul today and I could finally see why she is my perfect best friend. She is the mother of all things random and funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she came over to my place and I did a complete make- over on Nurul. I curled her hair and did her make- up. She' s so pretty, after I' m done with her. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Extra pretty in fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we headed to Bugis to go find Nurul' s shoulder bag or something along those lines. Found it after a couple of rounds, laughing like idiots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fareast was awesome. Usually our routine would be, shop before eating but today we were hungry. Like a pack of wolves, we raided KFC. It wasnt that fun there because a bunch of China women had to take our spot, we couldnt be effective in judging the people. We still laughed like jackhammers though, really fun. I got my youngest sister a red based hoodie, $35. 90 which I bargained for and got $33. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and I saw this totally radd shoe and I AM going to buy it, mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starbucks was something else. We got there and there were seats! (After walking in Watsons, they were available.) So we shifted like it' s our granddaddy's house and finally found a comfortable spot, near That CD shop as usual. After getting our fraps, a girl actuall asked us " I' ve seen you guys around here. You guys regulars?" and Nurul took over, " Yeah we are." And she said smilling, " Can I get your name?" And Nurul was like " Im Nurul and this is Aisyah." and she smiled and said bye because her manager was staring at her or something. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow, people actually recognize us just because we drink coffee, impressive.&lt;/span&gt; Oh and I never noticed her working before. Weird. Was she just trying to strike up a conversation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we walked to HMV, the usual routine before heading to the MRT station. It was raining but we were enjoying every second of it. Man, it sure was fun. I think my ribs were cracking every time I tried to not laugh. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People working in HMV are all hotshots, but that very besides the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the train, now here is where the fun really starts. Before anything, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just want to say that, there was a hot caucasion hottie standing very very very close to our face, he was standing so his dick was errect right in our faces.&lt;/span&gt; He' s hot. I could not bare to look at his nutsack so I had to constantly look to my left. Nurul was laughing like a crazy mofo and I tried to not turn to her for I was afraid if my nose might hit his dick. That was how near it was. He left and we were able to breathe again. Nurul kept talking to me like I' m a 5 year old, no offense taken. It was just funny to see her try to explain the obvious. I also learnt that she has a very firm grasp of the obvious. We were laughing mostly because of our Primary School life. Nostalgic. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was laughing so hard I think I peed a little. Oh I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we rounded at NorthPoint and stuff and we seperated. Our next mission; Get our shoes. Nurul' s going to get her Vans and Im getting my Converse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-3467631724395059139?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3467631724395059139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=3467631724395059139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3467631724395059139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3467631724395059139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-now-there-are-clear-reasons-why-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SYLsnjk0keI/AAAAAAAAAZI/4USwRI4691Y/s72-c/mitchelldavis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-5098324726945701974</id><published>2009-01-28T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T03:37:34.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Attention my fellow love muffins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This post is regarding the Zoo outing. I was thinking of Thursday, 5th of Febuary. Text me A. S. A. P please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It' s fine with me if you guys dont want to go but if you dont tell me earlier kay because Atikah Aadila has 3 tickets for ELFIRA, AZLIN and AISYAH for our birthday present. (Mine is Advance Bday pressie, them, belated.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, text me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-5098324726945701974?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5098324726945701974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=5098324726945701974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/5098324726945701974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/5098324726945701974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/01/attention-my-fellow-love-muffins-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-4982256901844335182</id><published>2009-01-25T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:22:55.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SXyr-twzkVI/AAAAAAAAAYo/vAzmo1R7IHc/s1600-h/Jeremy51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295296355805401426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SXyr-twzkVI/AAAAAAAAAYo/vAzmo1R7IHc/s320/Jeremy51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SXydGLuNg-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/qrL4U-CHV28/s1600-h/alex.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Explosive diarrhoea and laxatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*INSERT VERY UPSET TUMMY HERE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey gang! I just downed I think about 4 packets of chocolate milk because I was bored. Then I remembered that I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;partially lactose intolerant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That would be the bejillionth time I had to do a number 2 ( poop). Now I' m wondering if what I pooped out was chocolate milk or just the watery poop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Imagine, actually pooping a fountain of chocolate milk, like untainted chocolate milk, then collecting it in a bucket and then drink it all over gain. Wouldnt THAT be something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, here' s the laxatives part. I think I' ve been taking too much laxatives, even when I obviously dont need it. It' s fun to see my waist line yoyoing you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I got news from&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Spastic&lt;/span&gt; that I' m in! YAY me! Come on, pour me a whiskey now. They said that I' ve to come out with 2 unisex design and a winner design. Tshirt of choice so I' m pickeng the V Necks, because they are sexy. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They said that my designs are better than Ezrul' s ! Eat that mofo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cinabot is awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; We skyped like there' s no charge on electricity. He calls me at 8am every morning and I call him during almost every Skype session. And then we' ll take a ride on our own Roflcopter. Plan to bring him along to Starbucks with bestie, he agrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that' s all that mattered to me in the wee morning of Chinese New Year, so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&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/7270747108494470719-4982256901844335182?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4982256901844335182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=4982256901844335182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4982256901844335182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4982256901844335182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/01/explosive-diarrhoea-and-laxatives.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SXyr-twzkVI/AAAAAAAAAYo/vAzmo1R7IHc/s72-c/Jeremy51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-1343886340616855445</id><published>2009-01-23T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:51:49.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SXqNascALoI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xjS2_eqrd50/s1600-h/z127950731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294699801672167042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SXqNascALoI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xjS2_eqrd50/s320/z127950731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Throw some hair suggestions at me please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*INSERT RAZOR HERE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey gang! I know I know, I' ve been saying that I wanted a new hairstyle for the past centuries but I have not done any slightest changes to my hair. I' ve been meaning to cut my hair, razor it or something but I just have not found the right hair cut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want a haircut that when a person sees me from far he' s going to think to himself, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, that' s a design student, that' s the artsy fartsy fag student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know it might sound like I' m trying to be someone I' m not but hey, back off, it' s MY hair. I want to experiment with my hair without dyeing it in multi colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I know this is kinda short but that' s really all that matters to me today. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I would really appreciate if you guys would leave a suggestions for how I should I get my hair cut at the comments or tag at the tagboard with the link of the picture of the haircut.&lt;/span&gt; That would be really awesome and, uh, I will love you.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe my ears should show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-1343886340616855445?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1343886340616855445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=1343886340616855445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1343886340616855445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1343886340616855445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/01/throw-some-hair-suggestions-at-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SXqNascALoI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xjS2_eqrd50/s72-c/z127950731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-2462986202545425565</id><published>2009-01-22T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:14:26.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SXkkUfm2lmI/AAAAAAAAAVs/X61QkxQ09oU/s1600-h/news72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294302771451172450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SXkkUfm2lmI/AAAAAAAAAVs/X61QkxQ09oU/s320/news72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is why my blog has to be automatically be blog of the year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My blog has the hottest, most smexiest boys on the face of the planet, and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;know that that' s all that matters.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Remember him Hafiiz? *FLING THONGS HERE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey gang! So I just recently found out that not only lame people like me wants to go chillax at the Zoo. Recent polls said that Azlin, Hafiiz &amp;amp; Nurul also wants to hang around with animals. If it' s a crime, sue me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dont act like you dont want to relive the happy days of your childhood by going to the Zoo because you dont think it' s cool enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So gang, joining us to the Zoo? Tag along, the more the merrier. Text at; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;92349536&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;So now I actually have something to do with my life. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On every &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sundays, Mondays and Tuesdays&lt;/span&gt;, I will be babysitting at Hougang. On every later half of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesdays and Wednesdays&lt;/span&gt;, I will be tutoring English and Science to a 5th grade student. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really really hope that I get paid for all this you know. My wallet is gasping for cash&lt;/span&gt;. So I' ll only be at home on Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. Sounds good to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let' s see what else I want to talk about. Oh Right. School shoes. I was thinking of Converse sneakers at first but decided to go classier. So &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SXktYLnp02I/AAAAAAAAAV0/oBPBoxWj91U/s1600-h/42T20UWHT_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I' m saving up for this badboy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294315627359139074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SXkwAzmKdQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/VQpUAH_wX80/s200/42T20UWHT_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don' t ask me why. I just find it radd. It' s from Top Shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But ofcourse if it' s super duper Mcwhopper expensive then I' ll settle for a converse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; It' s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;not that bad right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That' s really all that matters to me this January 23rd 2009. I' ve got nothing so I' ll end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the side note, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really appreciate everyone who tags and find time in their busy schedule to waste 5 minutes or more reading my blog. It' s really awesome to know that whatever crap I' ve posted was actually read. Really appreciate all the encouraging comments. However there are fucked up ones. So, I guess what I' m trying to say is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I dont care what you say, as long as it' s about me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-2462986202545425565?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2462986202545425565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=2462986202545425565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2462986202545425565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2462986202545425565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-why-my-blog-has-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SXkkUfm2lmI/AAAAAAAAAVs/X61QkxQ09oU/s72-c/news72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-4564368109107327992</id><published>2009-01-21T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:08:46.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SXgTRHj9W6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Kxl_k3-0s5g/s1600-h/Photo432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294002546782591906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SXgTRHj9W6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Kxl_k3-0s5g/s320/Photo432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just thought that I' d give you all something to wank to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh you dirty girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*INSERT LUBRICANT HERE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey gang! Zoo, was fun. I was not really excited until I went in and a wave of nostalgia hit me hard across the face. Everthing changed. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just have to say this, the Zoo uniform sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Skip to the more interesting part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We watched almost all the shows put up by the Zoo people and it was awesome, one, however was something different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I sat at the front row of the seats to catch the show " Splash!" and immediately noticed this uber cute guy, feeding the sea lion named Colin, or something like that. I was amazed by the tricks that the animals were able to perform. Colin was so cute although he looked like this big lump of black rock. He was able to show how shy it was. HAHA. Some lucky people got kissed by the animal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyways, the show ended soon and we were all going out when someone tapped my shoulder, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello miss, do you want to feed the seals? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was what Andre, the uber cute guy, said. I was floored. So I said okay and he told me and the other billion of kids to take turns, digging in his metal box pocket for the shredded fish. It was scary, feeding the seals. I thought it was going to snap my hand off so I screamed every once in awhile, embarrassing myself in every way possible. I almost forgot that there was a cutie present. ALMOST. So after that Andre asked me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Andre- Hey do you find them interesting? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah! They are okay I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Andre- You know you could join us as volunteer you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pfft you must be kidding man, me? Animals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Andre- Ya! Eh can I get your email so we could chat up at msn and maybe you could notify me if you' re interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me- Yeah okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Andre- Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Delicious you are welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Yeah okay (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh and we were at the Otter section, which smells &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;because they mark their territory by releasing a foul odour and poop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and my elder sister said ever so loudly " Aisyah, kalau kau nak kentot kentot kat sini." and then we laughed like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I was a happy person at the zoo. Anyone wants to come to the Zoo with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7270747108494470719-4564368109107327992?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4564368109107327992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=4564368109107327992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4564368109107327992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4564368109107327992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-thought-that-i-d-give-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SXgTRHj9W6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Kxl_k3-0s5g/s72-c/Photo432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-8043644990028250046</id><published>2009-01-20T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T06:50:21.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SXXXD4rmBjI/AAAAAAAAAVM/L-lRBkOtb5s/s1600-h/uls9FiYRkLUN_xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293373398798698034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SXXXD4rmBjI/AAAAAAAAAVM/L-lRBkOtb5s/s320/uls9FiYRkLUN_xl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I got my twisted brain checked, by my bestfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* INSERT A VERY HAPPY AISYAH HERE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guy is so damn hot. His piercings are orgasmic. I' m just saying. You know you want to do him so shut up whore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, today I went out with bestie and I had so much fun. So much. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am going get a digital camera and when I go out with her again, which is most likely, I can then record every single thing we do so that you people could experience the painless migrane and tummy cramp that we did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we headed to FarEast first, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;because I wanted to go check out the hoodie prices for my little sister's birthday and Nurul wanted to check out prices for her new bag. Was it fun? If you consider laughing at people and making up stories about them with our more than wild imaginations fun, then it certainly was. We met our old friend, Mrs Homie, still working at KFC with that " Im tortured" expression. Lets see, we made fun of her as usual. Ate. I finally did after some how many days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The main event; Starbucks at Paragon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Trumpet blows* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay so like every other Starbucks ritual, we could not get a seat at the first round, not even second. We crashed at That CD shop and well, danced like crazy, by dance I meant trying to move our body with much suave but failing miserably, and talked about KYLE XY. That' s the totally hot guy withouth the belly button. Damn he' s hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh golly I think we are Bipolar. Really. Our mood changes really quickly when we were drinking starbucks and it was freaky. Thanks to the mundane music supplied by That CD shop. It was all jazz and ballads, we almost died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This part is personal so get ready. We were laughing like idiots as usual and the song Fever played. Nurul made me laugh so hard I choked on the Green Tea Frap and it went up my nose. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HAD A FOUNTAIN OF GREEN TEA FRAP RUNNING DOWN MY NOSTRILS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I slapped Nurul and told her to grab some napkins, which she did, slowly. I had to friggin run to the ladies and wash my face. The laughter didnt die down after that. In fact we got more lunatic then ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We now understand why the songs playing was lame and sad, it was the shift thing. Music playing will be Jazz and Ballad and Opera until 5 pm. From 5 pm onwards, it will be raggae and pop and club and whatnot. We got in at around 4pm so we went there at the wrong time. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We' re going to go bag hunting some time soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, we hung out at North point after that and went home. Oh right, we are also going shoe hunting. Nurul wants Vans slipons, I want converse sneakers or this mod shoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On the way back to Hougang in bus 74, there was a madman yelling at everyone, saying that we are all pigs and that he hates the sight of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was freaked out because he was speaking Chinese to me, asking me if I agree with whatever he said. I was then rescued by my night in shining amour, this malay guy from Ngee Ann Poly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madman- " Hor? Hor?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- " Whore, whore."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madman- " *in chinese* Fuck you all. Pigs. Look at me, look at me some more. Die go die!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- *Thinks, Oh shit I got to get out of this crazy packed bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ngee Ann guy- " Eh you move dekat blakang. Sewel ah ni orang."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- * Nods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madman- " Fuck you lah boy. FUCK YOU! Chibai. Kan ah! Kan ah! KANASAI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ngee Ann guy- " You okay? Kalau ni sial tak gile, I already punch him. Annoying siak. Mak cik pon die nak carik gadoh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- " Yeah. Haha."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- " Thanks again man, cya around ((:"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ngee Ann guy- " (: Bye."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really think I overdid the smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kan ah! Kan ah! KANASAI!" - &lt;/em&gt;Funniest shit ever.&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/7270747108494470719-8043644990028250046?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8043644990028250046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=8043644990028250046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8043644990028250046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8043644990028250046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-got-my-twisted-brain-checked-by-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SXXXD4rmBjI/AAAAAAAAAVM/L-lRBkOtb5s/s72-c/uls9FiYRkLUN_xl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-3040547611165562415</id><published>2009-01-19T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T02:17:16.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='state of depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionless'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SXRMuP77VpI/AAAAAAAAAVE/V7wpGW0qSwk/s1600-h/Starlight_by_Fishyfreak031592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292939819502753426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SXRMuP77VpI/AAAAAAAAAVE/V7wpGW0qSwk/s320/Starlight_by_Fishyfreak031592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I feel like killing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* INSERT A RESTRAINING ORDER HERE *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey gang! This post will be one of the long long random deep bullshit that I am going to share just because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently I have been touring around the country alone just because I can and I was bored. I went to Esplanade alone the other day and sat on the steps at the Singapore River, drinking snapple until 8pm and after that made my way back to Marina to wait for my parents to come pick me up. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I told them that I was out with a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling like this since I saw my result slip, which I screwed. I dont know, I guess suddenly my twisted mind had erased every ounce of fun that I know of having. I forgot how to have fun. I havent eaten a square meal in days ( 4, I' m counting) and I just couldnt be bothered anymore. I know this is going to kill me in the long run but I think I have simple just given up. I look horrible, dark under eye circles and watery bloodshot eyes. I just could not get to sleep although I feel very tired every night. So then I resort to Skyping/ Stickamming with people from all around the world and with Cinabot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents thinks that I am in a state of depression which I think is rediculous. They said that all I ever do now is wake up, take a very long bath, go downstairs to get some mountain dew, go back up in my room and not go out untill it was time to bathe again and then go staright back in my room. I was simply just taking the time off to get connected with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have not been updating my blog as regularly as before. I am flattered by my friends who actually noticed me being missing in action and who took interest in my well being, those who text me to see if I' m alright. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It' s cool guys, I' m okay. Love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since my parents are convinced that I am in a state of depression, they are setting a date, on Wednesday, for my family and me to spend time at the Singapore Zoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am kind of excited really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Spending some time with animals, perfect. Yes, I was being sarcastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on Tuesday which is tomorrow, I am going out with bestie to go get some Starbucks. It feels weird now, having a best friend. She' s the total opposite of me I tell you. But whatever it is, I am glad that we decided to rekinkle our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On the side note, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I' ve currently started designing clothes for &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Spastic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and I think you guys should check  it out. If my designs got in, I' m going to get paid. Maybe all that designing is making me so restless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so old. I' m a 30 year old trapped in a body of a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-3040547611165562415?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3040547611165562415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=3040547611165562415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3040547611165562415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/3040547611165562415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-like-killing.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SXRMuP77VpI/AAAAAAAAAVE/V7wpGW0qSwk/s72-c/Starlight_by_Fishyfreak031592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-7332894740412597653</id><published>2009-01-09T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:46:46.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SWgubN1cYYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/HfAPTe-zDAk/s1600-h/10285607-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289528807451812226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SWgubN1cYYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/HfAPTe-zDAk/s320/10285607-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Missing in Action. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*INSERT SEARCH PARTY HERE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey gang! Aint Nickasaur cute? So is his music. Anyways, I know, I know I havent been updating for 2 days(?) but hey, you got to give me credit for staying loyal to this blog gig. Sounds good? It sure does to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually planned to ramble on stuff that happened yesterday, my previous highschool'c CCA day which I dropped by, hoping to catch Hafiz and whatnot. Apparently there was nothing. The whole thing was shit. At least through out the whole thing I got to see Afiq, hotshot, finally in long pants, with his girlfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, Im down with the sickness that is seemingly spreading itself more faster than ever. Im down with a cold, my nose is all red and I stuffed half a bottle of Vicks up my nostrils. The Vicks will get all gooey and disgusting and I end up a stream of minty germ running down my nose. My eyes are droopy and I am hungry. Suddenly I want soupy snack. You guys remember Soupysnack? Chicken soup in a mug filled with delicious goodness of pasta bits. I am also coughing like a chain smoker, although i' m not. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My throat is sore from all the coughing and I was forced to think that I have Pneumonia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( Go search that shit, you' ll know what Im talking about.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh shit, maybe it' s the Bird Flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the lighter side of life, I have been constantly skyping/ webcam-ing with Cinabot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, because that' s what he wants me to call him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing how we could make each other laugh just by talking. Maybe it's just out of courtesy? Anyways Cinabot is fun and somewhat retarded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all seriousness, I am so nervous for the result day, it' s on the 12th January, that I might burst my nut sack, if I were a boy. Boys and girls, that' s how nervous I am. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suddenly I want to turn back time and relive my last year of Highschool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and all that nostalgic bullshit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What if by any chance, I dont make it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Would I repeat another year of highschool and risk losing every ounce of dignity I have? Will I join the highly dense people in ITE and be one of them myself? Will I quit school, pouncing on the workforce? Or will I retake the O levels, only private, now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in a state of sheer confusion. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I told you Im suffering from imaginative Pneumonia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-7332894740412597653?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7332894740412597653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=7332894740412597653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/7332894740412597653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/7332894740412597653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/01/missing-in-action.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SWgubN1cYYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/HfAPTe-zDAk/s72-c/10285607-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-8166526128701296823</id><published>2009-01-07T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:21:42.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/YIrdbknG63/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/YIrdbknG63/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halo - Beyoncé&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A proper update soon, dont bite your head off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyways, that is the official Song for Beyonce' s- Halo. Ooooh very nice, I know. The dood in the video has the preeties eyes I have ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Beyonce really shows off her amazing ability to belt out a tune in this song. What do you think? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-8166526128701296823?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8166526128701296823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=8166526128701296823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8166526128701296823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8166526128701296823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/01/proper-update-soon-dont-bite-your-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-497131084524655490</id><published>2009-01-06T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:23:34.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SWLD6mpWwYI/AAAAAAAAATk/eLMH7hkXzFg/s1600-h/mitchelldavis8D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288004324060217730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SWLD6mpWwYI/AAAAAAAAATk/eLMH7hkXzFg/s320/mitchelldavis8D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I had fun Yesterday. Did you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* INSERT HAPPY PEOPLE HERE *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The adventure started with Nurul having to watch me straighten my hair. It happens every time. Last outing I gave her my Silverstein band tee, today I gave her my From First To Last band tee. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I kicked out the habit of wearing band tees this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Had fun, laughing while getting ready and then went out. Mom likes Nurul so naturally she trust that I am with good company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted today to be one whacky crazy ass day but then realize our other friend joining wears a Tudung. Aadyla is a religious person so we tried mind our manners. But as usual, we cant help bursting out laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There' s this hot tattooed piercing guy I saw and could not stop staring. He' s a bit shorter than average men but hey! That makes him a shawty. BAMF! So the train ride was awkward because we didnt see each other for quite a long time but after warming up, we were back in the old days. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bugis; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The search for pressie no. 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bugis was not hectic, as expected. It is a schooling day and whatnot so we just walked around, trying to find the perfect present for Kit. Anyways, while walking around, there' s this trio of boys who looked averagely cute. Too bad one could not stop &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;digging his goddamn nose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thinking that nobody could see him. Pfft. There was absolutely nothing attractive there and we decided to head to our next destination, Far East. Thank god for Aadyla' s razor sharp eyes (Im exaggerating) and we actually bought this expensive thing for Kit. So our trip to Bugis wasnt such a waste of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Far East; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The quest for pressie no. 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once at Orchard, it was raining heavily so we had to chill at Wisma and enjoy the air con. So I had the oppurtunity to wear the hoodie. HAHA. After that episode, we walked to Far East, while it poured and had fun trying to avoid the deep puddles, which I failed miserably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this 2 hot guys at Far East, I wonder if the others noticed. We searched high and low for Kit' s 2nd pressie and finally found the other perfect gift which totally matches with the first one! I know, AWESOME! Yay us. So I got the hippie band. It turned out to be too striking on my hair so Im planning to get another one. $10 90 burn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after that, like hungry wolves we went to KFC and as usual it was jampacked. So we tried waiting patiently and finally got a table. All of us ate Zinger, standard. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cannot eat peacefully at Far East KFC with Nurul around I tell you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She makes fun of everyone. 1st she kept making fun of the same woman whom we saw the other time at KFC Far East, she' s a worker. The lady just attracts people to make her look stupid I tell you. Her bra strap was undone. She wears her KFC cap like a douche. We took, about 1 hour to try to eat. Oh and there' s this other 2 guys, I indian and a malay and all I got to say is, HOTSHOTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Paragon; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The intention of going to Toys R us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did went to Toys R us and we couldnt help complaining about how much better the toys are nowadays. So after that segment we carshed at the toilet. I was obviously having trouble with my hair and the other 2 were cam whoring. Then I joined in. (Pictures soon). Aadyla had to go home and so we directed her to the nearest MRT station, Somerset. Nurul was like " Kalau kau sesat, jangan call kite orang tau." HAHA. She left and we went to Starbucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as expected, all the workers there are still cuties. I had my Green Tea Frap and Nurul had her Cramel Frap. Quality time with the new certified best friend was a blast. I was laughing like nobody's business. The cashier = cutie. The frap maker = cutie. Everyone = cutie. Laughed, gosspied and laughed some more. Met all kinds of people, the freaking tall ones, ones that couldnt seem to find a seat at Starbucks. That CD shopped played club that time so we were all feeling the club aura. HAHA. Planned to go there again this Sat. Care to join?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MRT; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thing could not get any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bounced back to avoid the crowd. It worked. Everyone was talking so loudly we were eavesdropping on their conversations. There' s this pregnant lady whom Nurul thought was pregnant at the back ( her badonkey was huge). There' s this 2 guy bff who was like " Monkey see monkey do, where ever you go, I follow you.".&lt;br /&gt;Then there' s this big lady who stood infront of us, she reminded me of CLIFFORD THE BIG RED DOG. I could not laugh more directly than ever. Her out fit was like a wushu uniform, except that she had a white belt. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Said goodbye to Nurul and went home. The day was awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The joke of the day was, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- " Kau kene balek siang eh? Pukol 4pm?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aadyla- " Tak ah. Lambat lagi."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nurul- "Pukol brape? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aadyla " Pukol 5pm. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nurul + Aisyah " Banyak kau punye lambat."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-497131084524655490?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/497131084524655490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=497131084524655490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/497131084524655490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/497131084524655490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-had-fun-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SWLD6mpWwYI/AAAAAAAAATk/eLMH7hkXzFg/s72-c/mitchelldavis8D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-7705894785486943634</id><published>2009-01-05T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:22:33.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SWF3hHt5PUI/AAAAAAAAATc/69hJkb2Jt2E/s1600-h/Alex-Evans-alex-evans-2914364-447-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287638848400604482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SWF3hHt5PUI/AAAAAAAAATc/69hJkb2Jt2E/s320/Alex-Evans-alex-evans-2914364-447-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SWF3VrHVxPI/AAAAAAAAATU/WY5z5XSVaEA/s1600-h/quazimoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It' s 11. 00 am and I' m still in my PJs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*INSERT A VERY ANGRY MOTHER HERE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my day started way earlier than that. I was awoken at 7 15 because my dumb ass of a sister forgot to bring her shoe box. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stay cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I had to go bring her the damn shoe box, dont ask me what the hell it is for, I dont know, without even washing my face. I know! The horror! So basically I got up and out of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While on the way to her school, I met some of many ex high school mates, in uniform, going to school. h how I envy them. Coincidentally, I was wearing my school P. E shirt. It made me feel, old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I went home and started jamming with the guitar hero 3. Awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might think that after playing some games, I would have the slightest idea that I should take a bath first but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOO, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I didnt. Instead I went to do my chores, which was washing the clothes and then hanging them up to dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After that I proceeded to do something nice for my mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I prepared breakfast for her, aww so sweet, I know. Fried Rice was all I could think of so I did it. I cooked rice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Did I tell you guys how much I hate onions? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I never thought it was possible for a person to hate a vegetable this much. I was practically crying half the time dicing the onions and chillies and when I couldnt take it, ran out of the kitchen and sat on the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh golly. In about 2 hours time Nurul would be arriving at my place and then we' ll meet Aadyla at Khatib and proceed to Bugis, on a weekday. I think it' s going to be fun, considering Nurul would probably crack her jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-7705894785486943634?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7705894785486943634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=7705894785486943634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/7705894785486943634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/7705894785486943634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-s-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SWF3hHt5PUI/AAAAAAAAATc/69hJkb2Jt2E/s72-c/Alex-Evans-alex-evans-2914364-447-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-4642637356361664851</id><published>2009-01-03T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T03:05:54.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SWBnDGJvt3I/AAAAAAAAATE/vilemh9uqWE/s1600-h/mitchellfaces.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287339265421719410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SWBnDGJvt3I/AAAAAAAAATE/vilemh9uqWE/s320/mitchellfaces.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;comedy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*INSERT FANGIRLS HERE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey gang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I' ve got nothing planned for today. I am actually glad I' ve got nothing. I missed doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was suppose to go shopping at Malaysia today but thanks to the convenient tummy ache I had this morning I didnt go. Sorry mom, I' ll go shopping with you some other day &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT READ THIS PART RIGHT HERE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Funny how even after being told not to do something, we still do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I really dont like it when the person we know, turns out to be someone way different from who we thought they would be. I dont like it when things start getting old, relationship slowly dies, when people change. Maybe I' m just expecting too much. I should learn that I shouldnt have expectations but hey, it' s just so me to have expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That was the part you' re not suppose to read ---^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont believe anything I just said, I was trying to act deep. Half the time my mind was in mindmall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you guys I' m in love with Kanye West? Yeah I am. I want a live size cardboard cutout of Kanye West, like DaveDays, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;only that his cardboard cutout was of Hannah Montanna&lt;/span&gt;, and mount it on my ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I' m trying to make this post funny but obviously I am failing miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since my birthday is far from around the corner I figured that it would be great to tell people what I really really really want this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SWB0CiXBQhI/AAAAAAAAATM/aqM7VA5pn4s/s1600-h/apple-iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287353549464879634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SWB0CiXBQhI/AAAAAAAAATM/aqM7VA5pn4s/s320/apple-iphone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is the only thing I want for my 17th birthday. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know it' s impossible but let me just dream for a minute okay? Jeez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I know how you (family members *esp my god mother) could make this want come true! You guys could fork in money together and buy me 1 single most valuable present I would have ever receive! Think about it! I' ll be happy and that' s all that' ll matter on the 18th March 2009. I' ll even fork in some dough to get one of those babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh shame on you Aisyah! &lt;/span&gt;It' s the thought that counts. Oh you know what? I say different! It' s the material things that counts! Dont give me all that it's- the- thought- that- counts bullshit! You know, EVERYONE knows that it' s all about the presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it to early to want something for my birthday? NO! I notify you nice people earlier so you guys could save up starting now (: Your welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. Let' s think of the poor people in third world countries. They dont have material things. I should be thankfull that I have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;semi- working sony erricson phone that doesnt have bluetooth for god' s sake and which is giving me hell with the receptions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fine. Thank you lord for all this things that you have given me. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-4642637356361664851?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4642637356361664851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=4642637356361664851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4642637356361664851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4642637356361664851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/01/ah-who-knew-comedy-would-be-so-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SWBnDGJvt3I/AAAAAAAAATE/vilemh9uqWE/s72-c/mitchellfaces.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-7508442148137230319</id><published>2009-01-01T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:02:55.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SV2Q3hx2YFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/OB1_4fK7MiQ/s1600-h/kanye_west_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286540821237489746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SV2Q3hx2YFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/OB1_4fK7MiQ/s320/kanye_west_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KANYE? WHAAA? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*INSERT SCREAMING FANS HERE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey gang! I spent the first day of 2009, in Malaysia. WOW, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on Thursday, 12th January 2009, I will be receiving my long awaited results which will determine my near future, like every other O lvl student. I wasnt really shaken until Atika Aadila called me about it and we, obviously, went crazy over everything. Sweaty palms, increased of heartrate, jeez it' s almost as if we' re taking them pills or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azlin did the ' Thank/ Appreciate your friends post yesterday' (?) Go check that out. I was really pleased about that. Oh and I' m in the process of getting her the perfect gift for her upcoming 17th birthday. Actually I and Nurul ( The recently certified buddy) and Aadila planned to get it together so you get a bigger deal you know what I' m saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I' m not vegetarian, I can handle some beef.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my better judgement is on holiday so I just want to make this clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elfira, you dont learn, do you? No? I thought so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a big goddamn scene because I sincerely forget to mention your name ( Aadila too)? Aadila' s cool with it, I wonder why? Oh right, I forgot, she' s a better person than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a side note why I have issues with you, so your wild imaginations is rolling the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It all started when you dissed us, your so called, secondary school friends, in your blog, whining about how we treat you like you' re not important just because you claim that we didnt ask you out. Just to refresh your memory, I did ask you if you want to come with but nooooooo, you said you' re working. Fine then, go work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Because you felt oh so left out and you seem to be fuming because of that, you blog about us, dissing us and make crap story/ reasons on why you dont acknowledge us, your so called secondary school friends. I filtered the language of the insults when reading the post. I felt bad, therefore I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your sick response to that was ' Okay.' Even after saying ' Okay' you continue to diss us, pointing out that we should have asked you again. What are you? Queen? No. It was clear that your 'Okay' was actually a ' Whatever.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We felt offended and enraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said that we do not acknowledge you and THAT'S the very reason why you dont acknowledge us. Please lah girl, who are you to us? Seriously, the Queen? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THAT was filled with WE and US. The next part will be of I, MYSELF and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I was excited about the upcoming vacation and thought that I should share my excitment by telling you guys that I will be getting little gifts for you. Apparently I forgot to put Aadila and your name. I didnt expect any beef until I was told by a friend that ELFIRA dissed me again, in her blog. You sure like to _!_ me dont you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Naturally, I got pissed and decided to piss on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem that I am saying that all this ' mini drama' is all your fault. Well, newsflash princess, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I wouldnt entertain this type of attention starved teenagers who starts a beef out of petty things in her blog and when confronted, cries like a goddamn baby but this shit is whacked. Calling me a hypocrite? And what are you? The Holy fricken Angel? Bitch, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P. S EVERYTHING? Really? That' s what makes you so special? No, I dont see it, sorry. What's everything when you got nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and what' s the deal about " Hippies are so last year?" I am still going for it bitch. Run out of things to screw about me I think? Pathetic, that' s what you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I got all that out of my system, here' s a little adaptation from a song for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" If I hear you saying something about me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To the left I got my friends, they' re ready to swing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To the back I got my army as big as the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And it looks like yours are just ready to leave."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Go check the band out, they' re awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-7508442148137230319?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7508442148137230319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=7508442148137230319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/7508442148137230319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/7508442148137230319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2009/01/kanye-whaaa-insert-screaming-fans-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SV2Q3hx2YFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/OB1_4fK7MiQ/s72-c/kanye_west_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-8286101924071381308</id><published>2009-01-01T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T06:57:51.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SVt9n1URziI/AAAAAAAAASs/lfDAhx05mM4/s1600-h/66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285956710929911330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SVt9n1URziI/AAAAAAAAASs/lfDAhx05mM4/s320/66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEY GANG! HAPPY McFUCKING NEW YEAR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*INSERT FIREWORKS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, I am super duper mcwhooper excited about 2009. I am going to be 17. 17! That is like, OLD! But whatever, Im just excited for everything. Excited to open a new chapter in life called " The Poly Phaze". I am excited to not see all my secondary school mates for a long time and then finally have a reunion and like gossip all the way, enjoying starbucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So new year right? New me ( how original)! This year Im going hippie/ kandi kid. Yay me. Band tees are so last year. Wait, does that make me a poser? Yes? YAY! Whatever to you scene kids who think you guys are a whole lot of tough ass rebels who rule networkingsites. Really, get a REAL life. Please quit making the scene you trashdumpster kids. One little tiny weenie little thing I have to say to people who refuse to change for the better, go wank. Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, here' s a list of what I expect of 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Get into Poly/ BCA/ LASELL/ NAFA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Iphone/ XPeria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. A handfull of new friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. More quality time with Ahmad Ashraf Danni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Blessed life, without trajic accidents and whatnot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. For me to be a better person, overall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Hang out with my new certified bestfriend, Nurul Atiqa Binte Nin whom I have known for 6 years and counting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Long poker straight hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. For my family to be healthy in mind and body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. For Chimmy to have all the gruel that he want. * Chimmy as in chim chim charoo chimmy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also pray that all of my friends will get what they want. I will not say names because some people are just overly sensitive when they don't see their name listed out. Pfft honestly?&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; What in Hell makes them think that they' re so special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;? I predict a riot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also just want to reinforce that I do appreciate everyone of you guys, be it my friends or just an avid reader of my blog. I may not have done a good job in showing that I am glad that we' re friends but in actual fact I am really really happy that we share a bond. &lt;strong&gt;Oh come on guys, you know who you are. &lt;/strong&gt;Love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading! And if you feel that no one loves you, remember that I do. (Ew, what is wrong with me?) But seriously, I love you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and let me declare my love for my Family of the Arts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE AARON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE AZLIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE AADILA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE XIAN FENG (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE YAO XIANG (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE CALVIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OH AND NOT FORGETTING,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE SYIQIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AND NO, OF COURSE I DID NOT FORGET THE SUGARDADDY HIMSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE LOVE MR SELVAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I forgot to post this little haiku up on Christmas for the Art Students. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SING ALONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jingle Bells, Selvam smells,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Calvin laid an egg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Azlin die, Aisyah cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aaron said goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jingle Bell, Yao Xiang smells,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Xian Feng laid an egg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Syiqin die, Aaadila cry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Isaac themotherfucker say goodbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-8286101924071381308?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8286101924071381308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=8286101924071381308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8286101924071381308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8286101924071381308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-gang-happy-mcfucking-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SVt9n1URziI/AAAAAAAAASs/lfDAhx05mM4/s72-c/66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-8615909884143325062</id><published>2008-12-29T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:09:14.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SVnJXIKUW7I/AAAAAAAAAR8/N1Vx4CKFuWQ/s1600-h/lindsay-lohan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285477036860922802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SVnJXIKUW7I/AAAAAAAAAR8/N1Vx4CKFuWQ/s320/lindsay-lohan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey gang! Is it me or the tittle sounds like a movie? Okay anyways, here' s a summary of the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. HAD. FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that' s about it. Okay, I lied. ALOT happened. So I was not the only teenager there. There were 4 which 1 hooked up with me in the later events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first the trip was bleak. I didnt have friends to laugh and what not so all I did was chew gum, listen to music, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we stopped at a the themepark and I was ALONE. Mom and dad didnt get tickets for themselves so I went for the rides, ALONE. I did tag along with this awesome family. They were so awesome. So we took a roller coaster called the corkscrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in line to take yet another thrilling ride and this dude from the other family with his siblings came up to me and literally pulled me with them. WTF I know. They decided that it was time to befriend the lonely teenager and we took alot of rides together. 1, Mamat or Ahmad was my buddy. He wears big nerdy glasses, has an afro and is a Photographer. He had the Canon Dx40 or something along the lines. We hooked up in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now thinking back, the holiday was actually pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought you nice people something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-8615909884143325062?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8615909884143325062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=8615909884143325062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8615909884143325062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/8615909884143325062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SVnJXIKUW7I/AAAAAAAAAR8/N1Vx4CKFuWQ/s72-c/lindsay-lohan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-4607495459785688247</id><published>2008-12-25T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:03:13.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So I am leaving for the awesomemest holiday later at night! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*INSERT FIREWORKS HERE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Im pretty sure I have mentioned my excitment for the whole thing. I am going to make the most out of it. I am going to have fun and not care wether there will be hotshots on the bus and make a fool of myself by acting like a pig having a day off at the mud spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try buy you guys some souvenirs. Dont mcfucking worry about that. I am sure I' d remember to get you guys something, why would I forgot? Oh wait, I am on holiday and I will be enjoying every second of it, especially in the hotel and the many exciting places to visit and there might be a microscopic chance that I' ll totally forget about you guys. Not that you people are insignificant. Oh golly, you guys are insignificant. Ah marshmellow pillows, I am kidding okay. I' ll get something green for Kit. Something pink for Sally and Syiq. Something red for Atikah. Something yellow for Suzzie. Something blue! for Nurul. Something white for Hafiiz.  Did I missed out anyone? Maybe. No I dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent been sleeping comfortably these past few days, thanks to the lack of pillows. The computer and tv kept me up till 3 am every time and when I feel exhausted then I will like crash on the bed. I am really hoping for the bed in the hotel. I will sleep like a log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there' s this thing that is bothering me lately. Well it' s the fact that I dont have a best highschool friend. I mean I know it sounds lame and it sounds as if im self pitying over something insignificant but well, afterseeing 2 girls hang out together, laughing enjoying life, I felt like I was missing something in life you know what I mean? Like there' s Kit and Sally. There' s Suzzie and Nurul. There' s Syiq and Xi wen. Saddening isnt it? To not have a best best best friend? I have a couple of mcfucking awesome friends but sometimes I just whished that I have a best friend. Feel sorry for me yet? Okay now go be my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow chika bow wow. I intend to make this post as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7270747108494470719-4607495459785688247?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4607495459785688247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=4607495459785688247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4607495459785688247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4607495459785688247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-i-am-leaving-for-awesomemest-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-4727583960389334630</id><published>2008-12-25T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T04:54:51.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEY GANG! I am here to blog! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*INSERT FIREWORKS HERE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, I'll be leaving tomorrow and I am pretty excited. I' m shaking in my spandax right now. I hope there' s going to be eyecandies. I was told that Im suppose to bunk with my auntie which I find awefully scary. Really. No offense but I think she looks evil as in evil evil. Oh wells, that wouldnt distract me from having fun. I'm sure I' ll sleep most of the time travelling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just checked my purse to find out that I only have a miserable $9++. So many things to buy so little money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to go out with Azlin, Nurul and Suzzie ( so each of us have a partner to talk crap to) when I return from my awesome holiday. Guys, this time I' ll do the planning. Really. I am sure that it will be awesome. Really. REALLY! Just trust me okay?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whoop de doo. Let' s see what else is on my mind. Oh I became a total maid today. At first mom aked me to go get garlic. So I went downstairs, to the underground basement and got her garlic. Walked back then bumped into my neighbour who' s hot as hell in my school Tshirt and this super duper not awesome teal pants that went till half my ass everytime I walk. Dont worry, I pull them up every once in a while. Then I had to iron some of many clothes. After that I had to freaking vaccuum the whole house, including the kitchen. I had to fold million pieces of clothes. But it was all good. Hard work is really satisfying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh did you guys know that Im going to be 17 next year? 17! Yeah, like its a big deal, pffft. It is a big deal you unicorn. I mean, 17! Come on! I' ll be like, a year older! And like, birthdays! I doubt that it will be awesome. Thanks economic crisis. You had to spoil the slim chances of me getting an Xperia or an IPhone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh is anybody else addicted to &lt;a href="http://www.iminlikewithyou.com/"&gt;http://www.iminlikewithyou.com/&lt;/a&gt; ? I' m like at level 9 in only like 2 days! I mean, Im addicted I tell you. The games, the GAMES! I totally am digging draw my thing. I mean how awesome is that? And there's bomberman only that they call in balloono, dont ask me why. I feel hyper. Why am I hyper? God I have issues.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So so so I just realized that this post is kind of random and long. Oh well, who cares? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want a digital camera. Now now now. I want a digital camera for christmas. I want it blue. I want it blue. I want to make a video with Nurul because whenever she' s around, everything is funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's see. What do I want to talk about? I really have no idea. Lets see. Oh oh! Yesterday at around midnight. I totally saw Santa trying to come in my house throught the window, I dont have a chimney. I swear!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So wowow wowow, I guess that's really what matters on this december 25th 2008. Im Ally ( name changed to protect myself) and you' ve just wasted 10 minutes reading my blog. Oh I'm kidding. I love you. Really. NOT! How can I love you? I dont even know you. Just kidding!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS I WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS I WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*INSERT PARTY POPPEERS HERE*&lt;/span&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/7270747108494470719-4727583960389334630?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4727583960389334630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=4727583960389334630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4727583960389334630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4727583960389334630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-gang-i-am-here-to-blog-insert.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-1844891405315268026</id><published>2008-12-23T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:51:16.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SVHS8g1JgdI/AAAAAAAAAR0/wLnq9-em4S4/s1600-h/1_524087837l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283235774929142226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 52px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SVHS8g1JgdI/AAAAAAAAAR0/wLnq9-em4S4/s320/1_524087837l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SVHS2CX6hzI/AAAAAAAAARs/DQStNsTx2zI/s1600-h/1_821691244l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283235663674246962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SVHS2CX6hzI/AAAAAAAAARs/DQStNsTx2zI/s320/1_821691244l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SVHSxaliLtI/AAAAAAAAARk/IqHbyGQRqPk/s1600-h/1_195449260l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283235584274476754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SVHSxaliLtI/AAAAAAAAARk/IqHbyGQRqPk/s320/1_195449260l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SVHSpHa61NI/AAAAAAAAARc/7dtfMPBAm9c/s1600-h/1_443780880l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283235441690727634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SVHSpHa61NI/AAAAAAAAARc/7dtfMPBAm9c/s320/1_443780880l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey gang! I guess Mr Selvam texted all art students yesterday. He says Happy Christmas and he says he cant wait to see us next year, result taking day. Damn. I miss him! I miss all the art regulars (4E) and all the crap conversations we had about Old McDonals's farm and things like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nostalgia, that's what this is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, on the brighter side of life, Fed has been very mature about not being able to phone me for 24 hours. Its is, not possible. However the long converstaions we had was, EPIC. As epic as Azlin&amp;amp; my conversation about indian name. Fed can talk about anything under the sun. From Jack Black to Dakota Fanning. From Barack Obama (yay you!) to chocolate covered marshmellows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll bring back souvenirs to you guys kay? Who's you guys? Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-1844891405315268026?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1844891405315268026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=1844891405315268026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1844891405315268026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/1844891405315268026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-gang-i-guess-mr-selvam-texted-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SVHS8g1JgdI/AAAAAAAAAR0/wLnq9-em4S4/s72-c/1_524087837l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-2946422253896679983</id><published>2008-12-21T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T05:02:38.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SU47_NtBKDI/AAAAAAAAARM/69SPvc4CnI8/s1600-h/pere_noel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282225370148448306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SU47_NtBKDI/AAAAAAAAARM/69SPvc4CnI8/s320/pere_noel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey gang! I totally stole this picture from Hafiiz' s (the best friend) blog entry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyways, a little christmas joke for all you people; What's the difference between a snowman and a snowlady? Answer; Snowballs. ROFLOL. Man, that cracked me up like furreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So anyways, today my family decides to chill at the beach, catching fishes and crabs and whatnot. I, on the other hand, went to NorthPoint with Suzzie and did our eyebrows. I seriously think that I wanna do my whole face. I mean, it's gonna hurt but the benefits, the benefits I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-2946422253896679983?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2946422253896679983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=2946422253896679983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2946422253896679983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/2946422253896679983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-gang-i-totally-stole-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SU47_NtBKDI/AAAAAAAAARM/69SPvc4CnI8/s72-c/pere_noel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-4533986650772667663</id><published>2008-12-20T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:34:38.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SUypV5SfgxI/AAAAAAAAARE/6hhmBQrV2DE/s1600-h/Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281782656619479826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SUypV5SfgxI/AAAAAAAAARE/6hhmBQrV2DE/s320/Santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey gang! Christmas is right about the corner and I am here to rant rant rant about Mr Santa Claus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seriously people, you got to rethink Santa. I mean, &lt;strong&gt;he sees you when you' re sleeping. He knows when you' re awake. He knows if you' ve been bad or good&lt;/strong&gt; (So be good for goodness sake! ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I dont know about you but I' m a little freaked. Oh sure he brings pressies for everyone but think about the poor elves. Poor poor old elfs. They had to work all the time to ensure that big fat Santa got all the pressies he need to just deliver. All the big fat godamn piece of meat does it just sit on a sledge and whip poor Rudolf's ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And what about those Santa Clones, sitting on a throne in the shopping malls with little kids on top of his lap and him whispering in their delicate ears? Why cant he have some elves make a little stool so the children could just sit down beside him. Not on his lap. I mean, no offense Santa, I know you' re trying to pull off a Micheal Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This Chrismas, I hope that all the Orphans to celebrate Christmas with enough gruel and a warm blanket. Oh and this year Santa better make sure that he delivers presents to everyone, or Mrs Santa Claus gets it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270747108494470719-4533986650772667663?l=rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4533986650772667663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270747108494470719&amp;postID=4533986650772667663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4533986650772667663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270747108494470719/posts/default/4533986650772667663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rediscoveraisyah.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-gang-christmas-is-right-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Defect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569922251431242742</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/_YCnr0NcfkAw/Sf1NuGjuLbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WL4hK8TCRs0/S220/DSC00207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SUypV5SfgxI/AAAAAAAAARE/6hhmBQrV2DE/s72-c/Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270747108494470719.post-6661963453716783857</id><published>2008-12-19T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T04:23:47.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SUuECfq1gEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8y6Ahj7YzUo/s1600-h/l_6de1b8581c0b87a7072614f46bfba3e0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281460166417809474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCnr0NcfkAw/SUuECfq1gEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8y6Ahj7YzUo/s320/l_6de1b8581c0b87a7072614f46bfba3e0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey gang! I know, I know. I havent updated in a while. Shoot me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I did watch Yesman with the beautiful ladies, Azlin, Raihanah and Nurul. The movie is, awesome. Awesome. I have no other words to describe it. Actually we wanted to catch HellsHighway km13 Nc16 but then when we reached GV at Plaza Sing we realize that there was no hellshighway. Then I realized that the day before I checked at Cathay, not GV. Oh wells, silly me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day started with Nurul coming to my place and me panicking because I had no eyeliner left. So I decided to go swag eyeliner att he nearest cosmetic store. Mom HAD to go ask me to buy Parsleys. Thankgod Nurul was there cause I really dont know how it looks like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt
