<?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-24885662</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:00:24.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiatus</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>243</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-3305585122944548992</id><published>2009-01-24T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T02:20:14.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I'm upset I always have this massive urge to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the very fact that I am well aware no sane person reads this blog anymore, I still want to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although most of the time I would have absolutely nothing constructive to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be awake up to 16 hours a day but I think I am only 100% conscious of my speech and activities 0.5% of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my excuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could undo certain things I've done, because my migraines are gonna take over my head soon I'm afraid I might kill someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are any of you who actually still read this insignificant blog, you were not meant to understand any part of this entry. So don't bother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-3305585122944548992?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/3305585122944548992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=3305585122944548992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3305585122944548992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3305585122944548992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-im-upset-i-always-have-this.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-1937833493102189479</id><published>2008-12-03T02:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T02:35:59.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't like people who try too hard to be known as smart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And times like these at 2:35 in the morning, I want to kill some people who make my life less perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come certain things can never be right when it comes to me, hmm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-1937833493102189479?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/1937833493102189479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=1937833493102189479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1937833493102189479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1937833493102189479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-like-people-who-try-too-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-6278644541523315898</id><published>2008-11-27T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T01:22:49.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I'm running a cold and a fever, every other thing that happens will amplify 10 times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet bad things happen one after another in less than 24 fucking hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't help that I have to work tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't help that my brother is throwing his own fucking tantrum in my room because I screwed up his xbox game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't help that people like to take my things without my permission and not return it properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't help that the one person I need right now is not here for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fuckin mess at this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall smoke myself to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks 27th November 2008. By far one of the worst days I can remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-6278644541523315898?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/6278644541523315898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=6278644541523315898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/6278644541523315898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/6278644541523315898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-im-running-cold-and-fever-every.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-3292063587594558228</id><published>2008-11-20T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:59:06.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many things to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm at a loss for words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-3292063587594558228?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/3292063587594558228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=3292063587594558228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3292063587594558228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3292063587594558228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/11/too-many-things-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-2030554100961721263</id><published>2008-11-10T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:47:41.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SRfKJuUFPrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/slpBUVFF5Sk/s1600-h/SNC00081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SRfKJuUFPrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/slpBUVFF5Sk/s320/SNC00081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266900557632978610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's her new shing-gan dont know what wallet which I remember as pinggan. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home alone and very hungry. Mum will be back late and so will dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleagh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-2030554100961721263?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/2030554100961721263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=2030554100961721263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/2030554100961721263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/2030554100961721263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/11/thats-her-new-shing-gan-dont-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SRfKJuUFPrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/slpBUVFF5Sk/s72-c/SNC00081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-1667878649209768353</id><published>2008-10-27T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:18:35.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too much going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got no idea how some people do it, but I'm not used to this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole 'search'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I feel for the first time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate hasn't turned up yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRYYY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-1667878649209768353?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/1667878649209768353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=1667878649209768353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1667878649209768353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1667878649209768353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/10/too-much-going-on-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-3092813683567021195</id><published>2008-10-23T03:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T03:23:51.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Show yourself soon, oh Mr Fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU shall show me where I'm headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hurry up can cibai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SP99YJI7f8I/AAAAAAAAA7c/Wx1wSkcqTKk/s1600-h/DSCN1955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SP99YJI7f8I/AAAAAAAAA7c/Wx1wSkcqTKk/s320/DSCN1955.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260060743515733954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Siti Rafidah. I call her Fi. And I love her many many. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mice. Show yourself soon. My patience is running out, fast. Before I bang down your door and demand for attention, hurry UP and SHOW YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-3092813683567021195?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/3092813683567021195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=3092813683567021195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3092813683567021195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3092813683567021195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/10/show-yourself-soon-oh-mr-fate.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SP99YJI7f8I/AAAAAAAAA7c/Wx1wSkcqTKk/s72-c/DSCN1955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-7510808798579784513</id><published>2008-10-08T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:14:10.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Selamat Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to update but I shall leave a glimpse of what's coming here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SOxrQRsUdxI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Bmfh0Wx7AXE/s1600-h/DSCN1879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SOxrQRsUdxI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Bmfh0Wx7AXE/s320/DSCN1879.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254692792605898514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SOxruYtchxI/AAAAAAAAA7U/mAdHBgfi2FA/s1600-h/DSCN1920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SOxruYtchxI/AAAAAAAAA7U/mAdHBgfi2FA/s320/DSCN1920.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254693309885744914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-7510808798579784513?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/7510808798579784513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=7510808798579784513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/7510808798579784513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/7510808798579784513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SOxrQRsUdxI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Bmfh0Wx7AXE/s72-c/DSCN1879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-1807645502229444703</id><published>2008-09-14T17:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:36:46.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's very rare for me to fall in love with a song at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to listen to this song over and over again everyday at work, and I go home to listen to it again, and again, and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I cannot stand the singer's face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/99XAxA3v7f8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/99XAxA3v7f8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quiet moment making my footprints on the sand. &lt;br /&gt;A sweet feeling comes surrounding me. &lt;br /&gt;It's delirious. &lt;br /&gt;Now that's a sugar rush. &lt;br /&gt;My heart is beating oh so fast, &lt;br /&gt;And I dun wanna fall too deep but I want to make it last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush. &lt;br /&gt;We can take our time. Let it go the natural way. &lt;br /&gt;We begin as friends? &lt;br /&gt;And who knows what ? &lt;br /&gt;Where this could be taking me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this nice cool breeze. &lt;br /&gt;Yes I am all at ease. &lt;br /&gt;When I gush. &lt;br /&gt;And this sweet feeling comes to me. &lt;br /&gt;Can't deny, can't lie, can't really face the truth. &lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you're feeling the same way too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I would like? &lt;br /&gt;I'd like to get to know you more. &lt;br /&gt;Make that mutual. &lt;br /&gt;Boy, you know you wanna know me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how you make me feel. &lt;br /&gt;When you're here, I feel your vibe, &lt;br /&gt;And I hope I don't fall into deep too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not the type, &lt;br /&gt;Who'll rush into things. &lt;br /&gt;And let it slip away. Yeah, &lt;br /&gt;I like your type. &lt;br /&gt;Caught up in this ride. &lt;br /&gt;It's kinda silly but I'll say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this nice cool breeze, &lt;br /&gt;Yes I am all at ease. &lt;br /&gt;When I gush.&lt;br /&gt;And this sweet feeling comes to me. &lt;br /&gt;Can't deny, can't lie, can't really face the truth. &lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you're feeling the same way too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-1807645502229444703?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/1807645502229444703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=1807645502229444703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1807645502229444703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1807645502229444703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-very-rare-for-me-to-fall-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-1179943312455138987</id><published>2008-09-13T01:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T02:08:56.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check out my post major illness cum nicotine drowned cum annoyed cum lepak-ing face. Courtesy of Hamaiza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SMqsrii1VuI/AAAAAAAAA6U/DIRV-5WU9vQ/s1600-h/Image0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SMqsrii1VuI/AAAAAAAAA6U/DIRV-5WU9vQ/s320/Image0020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245194580033623778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuh. Eyebags per. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Wild Rocket was awesome awesome awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willin very nicely arranged a 6-course dinner for us. For a very very worth it price per person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were all bloated by the time we stepped out of the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SMqtBPVgZUI/AAAAAAAAA6c/4s7WHBPzg3M/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SMqtBPVgZUI/AAAAAAAAA6c/4s7WHBPzg3M/s320/DSC00037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245194952834573634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM! My life saver. I don't know how to thank you, but thank you thank you thank you. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan looked gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SMqtYt-6qwI/AAAAAAAAA6s/07IBABGw3aA/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SMqtYt-6qwI/AAAAAAAAA6s/07IBABGw3aA/s320/DSC00041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245195356198316802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very rare to see her dress up. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SMqtTIrIKjI/AAAAAAAAA6k/KAY2BQlIEGo/s1600-h/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SMqtTIrIKjI/AAAAAAAAA6k/KAY2BQlIEGo/s320/DSC00042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245195260283857458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fadlee was the joker of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the three laydeeees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SMqtrLGY8EI/AAAAAAAAA60/3UgncvXkpYk/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SMqtrLGY8EI/AAAAAAAAA60/3UgncvXkpYk/s320/DSC00044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245195673251934274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mie. Shan. Renie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SMqt0f2fecI/AAAAAAAAA68/hrqc1z4p1vY/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SMqt0f2fecI/AAAAAAAAA68/hrqc1z4p1vY/s320/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245195833441221058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Jabril who graciously drives me and Shan around almost all the time. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buka with the two was a very spicy ordeal. I finished two cans of Iced Lemon Tea within 5 minutes. Bloody hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched 4BIA and we all had a lot of fun screaming our lungs out. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SMquQid8XBI/AAAAAAAAA7E/s9F0IlYPfwo/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SMquQid8XBI/AAAAAAAAA7E/s9F0IlYPfwo/s320/DSC00047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245196315179899922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeayyyyy! So nice to have us three again after awhileee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you Mice. For being the one to watch me vomit almost ten times and wipe me with your tiny tissue paper after every puke. For being the one to apologise to the taxi uncle for puking in his cab. For being the one to make me bread with butter and sugar, watch me puke half of it together with my painkiller and antibiotics. And then wipe the puky spillage off my mouth and legs. After which feed me the other half of the bread and give the pills a second shot. For being the one to run to the kitchen to fill up the water in the mug to make sure I get my medicine down and get my ass to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU are the sister I never had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the luckiest bitch in the world to have you, that is one thing I can be sure of in 50 years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-1179943312455138987?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/1179943312455138987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=1179943312455138987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1179943312455138987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1179943312455138987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/09/check-out-my-post-major-illness-cum.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SMqsrii1VuI/AAAAAAAAA6U/DIRV-5WU9vQ/s72-c/Image0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-4166594557927788225</id><published>2008-09-09T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:02:26.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's really weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people with, apparently, the strongest front, one who is APPARENTLY smart, straight A bullshit, has the money, is not fat, yadayadayada, are the suckiest people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lack the ability to be no more than what a friend should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lack the ability to understand what it is to be less than perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the hoo-haa going on in your head to maintain the perfect you every step of the day, everyday, even when you're butt naked in the shower and nobody is watching or wants to watch you, you fail to see that the one you criticise and ridicule, is actually very close to home, right in your mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow marks a turning point in my life. Good luck to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-4166594557927788225?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/4166594557927788225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=4166594557927788225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/4166594557927788225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/4166594557927788225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-really-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-4413341441078844983</id><published>2008-08-31T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:09:53.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know I realise my typos are annoyingly oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll read my entries again after awhile and slap myself for missing out on such stupid typo errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-4413341441078844983?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/4413341441078844983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=4413341441078844983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/4413341441078844983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/4413341441078844983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-know-i-realise-my-typos-are.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-2599648606251588857</id><published>2008-08-25T01:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:08:33.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit. I'm addicted to poker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night at oats was fucking awesome. Poker till wee hours of the night. None of us realised it was almost 3am and to think we had to work in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures suck so I'm gonna pass on that. Just picture 5 people screaming at the top of their heads trying to win big and when I actually did I ran around the whole place like a mad dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part is I've given up on alcohol. Yeay me! Realise there's not much of a point, really. Plus alcohol always ruined me in one way or another, what with all the assholes that take advantage of drunk girls. Oh well our fault to get drunk in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this part is just me ranting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next one is the nicotine of course. Well, that might take a little bit more time lah eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was karaoke at Shad's place. Been awhile since I actually sang, with a 'superstar' may I add. *pukes* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SLGcAQwIPRI/AAAAAAAAA58/Eg0DRcPucwI/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SLGcAQwIPRI/AAAAAAAAA58/Eg0DRcPucwI/s320/DSC00106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238139369919364370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot which jiwang song it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted a day with a fever and running nose with the idiot. Fun, nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tol's sister's wedding made me miss dancing. Man, I haven't danced for awhileeeeeeeeee. But yet am too lazy to get my ass somewhere to start dancing once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SLGby4gx21I/AAAAAAAAA50/1cuBhiOpQzU/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SLGby4gx21I/AAAAAAAAA50/1cuBhiOpQzU/s320/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238139140074232658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Botak Tol and forever fat Rafiq. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tol brought me to try the Thomson prata and it was actually pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SLGcaKAkW_I/AAAAAAAAA6E/WodoRLN0eEE/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SLGcaKAkW_I/AAAAAAAAA6E/WodoRLN0eEE/s320/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238139814785866738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go try it it's good. Although I still prefer Ah Mei Kaya Toast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week's schedule is tight tight tight. But my money's coming in soon yippee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would put up the video I took of us making fun of a particular rodent in Fushan just now but I can't fucking upload it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious I tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICE I MISS YOU ALREADY. Nak tunjuk kau video tadi. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SLGerPCkKuI/AAAAAAAAA6M/bTQc93m4gTI/s1600-h/47b4d905b3127cce98548bfca39500000026108AaMWzJm1bNh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SLGerPCkKuI/AAAAAAAAA6M/bTQc93m4gTI/s320/47b4d905b3127cce98548bfca39500000026108AaMWzJm1bNh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238142307217451746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is what I call FUCKIN ANCIENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaahahahahahahaaha I can't stop laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-2599648606251588857?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/2599648606251588857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=2599648606251588857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/2599648606251588857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/2599648606251588857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/08/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SLGcAQwIPRI/AAAAAAAAA58/Eg0DRcPucwI/s72-c/DSC00106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-3194336568597009790</id><published>2008-08-17T18:48:00.060+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:42:39.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KL was a little bit awkward for me, what with all the makcik2 activities I had to participate myself in for the sake of my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best parts were of course the eating and the shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad parts were the toilets. My god I swore I wished I never went into that one particular toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took the bus from Clementi and I had no idea that we were heading to Selangor first. Before that we had prata at this 'not so much of a restaurant' restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgCwyopPcI/AAAAAAAAAys/b2YWq3142hE/s1600-h/IMG_0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235437604067425730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgCwyopPcI/AAAAAAAAAys/b2YWq3142hE/s320/IMG_0591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy restaurant ain't it? I was pretty exhausted cos I couldn't sleep well on the bus. My mum on the other hand seemed to be 7 levels above dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgDBSUcf-I/AAAAAAAAAy0/Lbca3RfHO8Q/s1600-h/IMG_0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235437887450546146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgDBSUcf-I/AAAAAAAAAy0/Lbca3RfHO8Q/s320/IMG_0589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibuku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgDNPQt8zI/AAAAAAAAAy8/3BlVrpdXCVY/s1600-h/IMG_0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235438092788036402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgDNPQt8zI/AAAAAAAAAy8/3BlVrpdXCVY/s320/IMG_0592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was our handy dandy bus. Now you know where to go if you're looking forward to a makcik2 holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they brought us to some keropok factory and Nata de Coco factory. Throughout that I was asleep and my mum took some pictures. I'm gonna post it up for my mum's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgD5qqb3yI/AAAAAAAAAzE/LgGkrJiYiSI/s1600-h/IMG_0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235438856057904930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgD5qqb3yI/AAAAAAAAAzE/LgGkrJiYiSI/s320/IMG_0594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgEFqPWBaI/AAAAAAAAAzM/50ittY9UH8A/s1600-h/IMG_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235439062102705570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgEFqPWBaI/AAAAAAAAAzM/50ittY9UH8A/s320/IMG_0595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgEr8VDu1I/AAAAAAAAAzU/AF2zKt2xteQ/s1600-h/IMG_0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235439719793539922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgEr8VDu1I/AAAAAAAAAzU/AF2zKt2xteQ/s320/IMG_0596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgFdNOTDpI/AAAAAAAAAzc/WUbZdgYZdYM/s1600-h/IMG_0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235440566142176914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgFdNOTDpI/AAAAAAAAAzc/WUbZdgYZdYM/s320/IMG_0598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the machine they use to make Nata de Coco. My mum was fascinated, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to some kampong area to have Nasi Ambeng, which did not look the part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgGdfKNhEI/AAAAAAAAAzk/CKmy0HIsvxc/s1600-h/IMG_0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235441670468502594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgGdfKNhEI/AAAAAAAAAzk/CKmy0HIsvxc/s320/IMG_0600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in the blue sweater is fucking handsome by the way. Thank god for some eye candy during the long ass rides. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the Nasi Ambeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgG5makTvI/AAAAAAAAAzs/4B6JnADgJAw/s1600-h/IMG_0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235442153452490482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgG5makTvI/AAAAAAAAAzs/4B6JnADgJAw/s320/IMG_0603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgHz43wQtI/AAAAAAAAAz0/-YoHuUcoOdk/s1600-h/IMG_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235443154839159506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgHz43wQtI/AAAAAAAAAz0/-YoHuUcoOdk/s320/IMG_0605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After. Where the sambal goreng at man? What's nasi ambeng without sambal goreng? Rendang? Wdf. We were outraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still ate it up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgOHTd7DWI/AAAAAAAAAz8/B03ZDTJNxC8/s1600-h/IMG_0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235450085465853282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgOHTd7DWI/AAAAAAAAAz8/B03ZDTJNxC8/s320/IMG_0606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I introduce you to one of the smallest carpark and fishing pond I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgO3pcS6BI/AAAAAAAAA0E/yUV2dK_BZMg/s1600-h/IMG_0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235450915998328850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgO3pcS6BI/AAAAAAAAA0E/yUV2dK_BZMg/s320/IMG_0611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama posing. That's the fishing pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgPPum1o-I/AAAAAAAAA0M/UBv9JGM-nhw/s1600-h/IMG_0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235451329701585890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgPPum1o-I/AAAAAAAAA0M/UBv9JGM-nhw/s320/IMG_0616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the carpark. Kecik kan. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgQSjdPkkI/AAAAAAAAA0U/eEjRfxP14Eo/s1600-h/IMG_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235452477759787586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgQSjdPkkI/AAAAAAAAA0U/eEjRfxP14Eo/s320/IMG_0618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgQhUMauJI/AAAAAAAAA0c/MqoiG2QbFK8/s1600-h/IMG_0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235452731360721042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgQhUMauJI/AAAAAAAAA0c/MqoiG2QbFK8/s320/IMG_0619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which we finally headed to KL, and we stayed in Hotel Noble, in the hearts of Masjid India, makcik2 haven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgRbFobn6I/AAAAAAAAA0k/XtIO7igY6dw/s1600-h/IMG_0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235453723884101538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgRbFobn6I/AAAAAAAAA0k/XtIO7igY6dw/s320/IMG_0624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminded me of the hotel I stayed over in Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgS75BxBbI/AAAAAAAAA0s/RXQgVXJab-M/s1600-h/IMG_0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235455386948011442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgS75BxBbI/AAAAAAAAA0s/RXQgVXJab-M/s320/IMG_0621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgTO8c64xI/AAAAAAAAA08/2Rl3KJ9_g6U/s1600-h/IMG_0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235455714284725010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgTO8c64xI/AAAAAAAAA08/2Rl3KJ9_g6U/s320/IMG_0623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgTJVgH4RI/AAAAAAAAA00/RWr9g8ioN2Q/s1600-h/IMG_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235455617929830674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgTJVgH4RI/AAAAAAAAA00/RWr9g8ioN2Q/s320/IMG_0622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgTbjKutpI/AAAAAAAAA1E/XlxmewKO8_w/s1600-h/IMG_0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235455930835842706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgTbjKutpI/AAAAAAAAA1E/XlxmewKO8_w/s320/IMG_0630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reason why makciks wouldn't love this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgWS4O9E8I/AAAAAAAAA1M/7LzUWZ6JYE4/s1600-h/IMG_0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235459080406766530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgWS4O9E8I/AAAAAAAAA1M/7LzUWZ6JYE4/s320/IMG_0629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two craziest shoppers I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgW_-lAfbI/AAAAAAAAA1c/aIC2G1m9OlA/s1600-h/IMG_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235459855203990962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgW_-lAfbI/AAAAAAAAA1c/aIC2G1m9OlA/s320/IMG_0632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgW63ZzMMI/AAAAAAAAA1U/3KgIQo0pYmc/s1600-h/IMG_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235459767378587842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgW63ZzMMI/AAAAAAAAA1U/3KgIQo0pYmc/s320/IMG_0631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our supper. Of course the secret recipe box contains my favourite banana chocolate. Yum yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgYhNfs44I/AAAAAAAAA1k/QRE3qj-oIC4/s1600-h/IMG_0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235461525655577474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgYhNfs44I/AAAAAAAAA1k/QRE3qj-oIC4/s320/IMG_0634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my mum saying 'dua puluh'. We were counting how much money we had left. Of course we didn't have 20 left but I don't know why she said 'dua puluh'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took a bloody long time in the shower so I spent my time taking pictures and watching Grey's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgZO3IC-aI/AAAAAAAAA18/FNw-VplLWaM/s1600-h/IMG_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235462309924764066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgZO3IC-aI/AAAAAAAAA18/FNw-VplLWaM/s320/IMG_0646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgZHAo6i2I/AAAAAAAAA10/LjDb0vUJB-8/s1600-h/IMG_0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235462175039589218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgZHAo6i2I/AAAAAAAAA10/LjDb0vUJB-8/s320/IMG_0641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgZAFyCrDI/AAAAAAAAA1s/RgC2c6HxS-8/s1600-h/IMG_0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235462056160963634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgZAFyCrDI/AAAAAAAAA1s/RgC2c6HxS-8/s320/IMG_0644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day we had hotel breakfast, which was so so. The bread, hangus. The nasi lemak, benyek and took awhile to actually be available. Macaroni, soggy. Orange juice, diluted. Bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgZwRERYyI/AAAAAAAAA2E/40mQIwRtMJg/s1600-h/IMG_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235462883823936290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgZwRERYyI/AAAAAAAAA2E/40mQIwRtMJg/s320/IMG_0650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgZ4kQJy7I/AAAAAAAAA2M/zUJmsc-Jmzs/s1600-h/IMG_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235463026412997554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgZ4kQJy7I/AAAAAAAAA2M/zUJmsc-Jmzs/s320/IMG_0649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum ate up almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the last few pictures we took before we left the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgaI726qjI/AAAAAAAAA2U/sspAKt9SNZc/s1600-h/IMG_0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235463307627506226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgaI726qjI/AAAAAAAAA2U/sspAKt9SNZc/s320/IMG_0652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first level is their ground floor, which is what 'G' stands for. I think it's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgazhfz1YI/AAAAAAAAA2k/hhg-GQO0MrA/s1600-h/IMG_0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235464039285642626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgazhfz1YI/AAAAAAAAA2k/hhg-GQO0MrA/s320/IMG_0653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgaqtpz-VI/AAAAAAAAA2c/5ri8RYX_apc/s1600-h/IMG_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235463887929997650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgaqtpz-VI/AAAAAAAAA2c/5ri8RYX_apc/s320/IMG_0654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 'fantastic' view and my fantastic mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to wake up at 6 in the morning was no joke. So during the next trip to a chocolate factory I slept away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgbMfSLhXI/AAAAAAAAA2s/IZZWIr_HncE/s1600-h/IMG_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235464468188333426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgbMfSLhXI/AAAAAAAAA2s/IZZWIr_HncE/s320/IMG_0655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum bought a few boxes and I gave one to the fushan boys the other day. I'm not a fan of almond and raisin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgbZhyP4TI/AAAAAAAAA20/HG6pUgvaJ4M/s1600-h/IMG_0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235464692198007090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgbZhyP4TI/AAAAAAAAA20/HG6pUgvaJ4M/s320/IMG_0657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there she goes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgbwR-0cYI/AAAAAAAAA28/X9JBNukMU1E/s1600-h/IMG_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235465083092758914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgbwR-0cYI/AAAAAAAAA28/X9JBNukMU1E/s320/IMG_0659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was woken up by the idea of heading to KLCC. Figured I had to see it since I never have. Spent an extremely short while there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgcKfEBBWI/AAAAAAAAA3E/SLbfqdMtkPk/s1600-h/IMG_0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235465533280814434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgcKfEBBWI/AAAAAAAAA3E/SLbfqdMtkPk/s320/IMG_0660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangsa tinggi giler. (Baik amy. Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgcYqSi7PI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ICbII1c1gis/s1600-h/IMG_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235465776812715250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgcYqSi7PI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ICbII1c1gis/s320/IMG_0662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgcsBMJPXI/AAAAAAAAA3U/osEKmugAF_0/s1600-h/IMG_0663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235466109377396082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgcsBMJPXI/AAAAAAAAA3U/osEKmugAF_0/s320/IMG_0663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgdFbSAwnI/AAAAAAAAA3c/IeDqTiTE604/s1600-h/IMG_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235466545878057586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgdFbSAwnI/AAAAAAAAA3c/IeDqTiTE604/s320/IMG_0664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgdSqEjTgI/AAAAAAAAA3k/8I2jzofocU8/s1600-h/IMG_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235466773186432514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgdSqEjTgI/AAAAAAAAA3k/8I2jzofocU8/s320/IMG_0665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgdbrPaFaI/AAAAAAAAA3s/cCNVsaG_JMY/s1600-h/IMG_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235466928119223714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgdbrPaFaI/AAAAAAAAA3s/cCNVsaG_JMY/s320/IMG_0668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad photo of a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had difficulty sleeping yet again on the way back to Sg. Here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgdpV8Li5I/AAAAAAAAA30/3Y4BsZRuc0I/s1600-h/IMG_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235467162919603090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgdpV8Li5I/AAAAAAAAA30/3Y4BsZRuc0I/s320/IMG_0670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum sleeps away, and is prone to leaning right. Everytime I wanna sleep she lands on my left shoulder. &lt;em&gt;Tak sampai hati lah&lt;/em&gt; wanna wake her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my wake, I looked out the window and found a matrep policy applied to real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgeMjRwYeI/AAAAAAAAA38/aYNYM1jej6g/s1600-h/IMG_0671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235467767795180002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgeMjRwYeI/AAAAAAAAA38/aYNYM1jej6g/s320/IMG_0671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow matreps 'touch and go sahaja'. Lol. Fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the Batam trip with the peeps next year hopefully. Free flow cigs, booze and boys. Fun fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th August marks a good friend's birthday, and I brought him out for a nice dinner at Tambuah Mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgfNLjYcsI/AAAAAAAAA4E/IXU0cBVtCYY/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235468878118154946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgfNLjYcsI/AAAAAAAAA4E/IXU0cBVtCYY/s320/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tol happily eating. Ordered quite a bit of food. And I made the waitress finish up her bowl of rice on his plate. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgfnLkjhoI/AAAAAAAAA4M/0ohBSPTGKAM/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235469324799673986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgfnLkjhoI/AAAAAAAAA4M/0ohBSPTGKAM/s320/DSC00085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kankung belacan. Ayam kari. Rendang lembu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we ordered this huge ass fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKglGNZyWzI/AAAAAAAAA4U/St7CI97Xk9Q/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKglGNZyWzI/AAAAAAAAA4U/St7CI97Xk9Q/s320/DSC00087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235475355425463090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrek came later to finish up the food. We ordered another plate of satay for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really finished up the food, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgmQCNI_FI/AAAAAAAAA4k/kA1u-hfzdmI/s1600-h/DSC00088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgmQCNI_FI/AAAAAAAAA4k/kA1u-hfzdmI/s320/DSC00088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235476623729949778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the big guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgmguIoHfI/AAAAAAAAA4s/WyrrVKEJH68/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgmguIoHfI/AAAAAAAAA4s/WyrrVKEJH68/s320/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235476910400085490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there goes the food, together with the fish as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgnDH4e07I/AAAAAAAAA40/vQ-W1OA0i0s/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgnDH4e07I/AAAAAAAAA40/vQ-W1OA0i0s/s320/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235477501427241906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dengan2 tulang2 sial.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was worth the money though guys. I hope you had a good LONGGG birthday dude. Haha. Happy 21st!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was hair day with Shan. I managed to get her to highlight her hair red and I evened up my hair colour together with some treatment, cut and styling. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was painful when it came to the payment, but doing your hair is always worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgnx93tIeI/AAAAAAAAA48/uy-d2LJP9n8/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgnx93tIeI/AAAAAAAAA48/uy-d2LJP9n8/s320/DSC00093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235478306193482210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1. Root touch ups. I look awful I know. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgoDEqwQpI/AAAAAAAAA5E/tzCW219ZuxQ/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgoDEqwQpI/AAAAAAAAA5E/tzCW219ZuxQ/s320/DSC00096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235478600075985554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2. New colour. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan wouldn't let me take a picture of her because she looked worse with all the aluminium foil on her head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupidest part is I did not take a picture of my fabulous looking hair after it was done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday Mice got back and we had a sleepover. I had to go over to coax her mum into letting her sleepover. Haha I'm so good with mums and dads it's ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgo0Vf2maI/AAAAAAAAA5M/MSNdM_w1uZ8/s1600-h/DSC00097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgo0Vf2maI/AAAAAAAAA5M/MSNdM_w1uZ8/s320/DSC00097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235479446407256482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with the ice milo her mum made for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgpH2QM3UI/AAAAAAAAA5U/SBj-8TVcZZQ/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgpH2QM3UI/AAAAAAAAA5U/SBj-8TVcZZQ/s320/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235479781617491266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched White Chicks and I kept falling asleep for some reason. Woke up late the next day to go over to Mice's place to make yummy muffins for her little cousin's first birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgpklsL-bI/AAAAAAAAA5c/5abMe8EjA7M/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgpklsL-bI/AAAAAAAAA5c/5abMe8EjA7M/s320/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235480275387677106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute right? Auni Tan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Mice took the time out to decorate Amy's nail while the rest of us played non-stop taiitiii. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgp96BnPzI/AAAAAAAAA5k/BXpumaXUrcc/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgp96BnPzI/AAAAAAAAA5k/BXpumaXUrcc/s320/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235480710342983474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm under the weather. Had to skip work because my head was spinning and my whole body started burning up. My right leg is being a bitch and I have problems walking nowadays, which sucks because my job requires me to walk quite abit back and forth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been cheering myself up with my current favourite song AND video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm such a nice person I will share it with all of you. I'm spreading the joyyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enjoyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KWXOffNMKzQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KWXOffNMKzQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PALAAANAAADEYYYYY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I love you mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgra4-7p0I/AAAAAAAAA5s/5Irw1zmu0XQ/s1600-h/IMG_0658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgra4-7p0I/AAAAAAAAA5s/5Irw1zmu0XQ/s320/IMG_0658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235482307791136578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-3194336568597009790?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/3194336568597009790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=3194336568597009790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3194336568597009790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3194336568597009790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/08/kl-was-little-bit-awkward-for-me-what.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SKgCwyopPcI/AAAAAAAAAys/b2YWq3142hE/s72-c/IMG_0591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-7326769899510151598</id><published>2008-08-11T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:21:29.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mimi's backkkkkkkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL was fun fun fun! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm too tired to update, so till tomorrow, or the day after, or the day after..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SJ8VaMaf0eI/AAAAAAAAAyk/kf7dbQKQfcs/s1600-h/IMG_0647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SJ8VaMaf0eI/AAAAAAAAAyk/kf7dbQKQfcs/s320/IMG_0647.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232924831780950498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-7326769899510151598?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/7326769899510151598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=7326769899510151598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/7326769899510151598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/7326769899510151598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/08/mimis-backkkkkkkkkk-kl-was-fun-fun-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SJ8VaMaf0eI/AAAAAAAAAyk/kf7dbQKQfcs/s72-c/IMG_0647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-3357952387247577503</id><published>2008-08-08T13:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T13:14:17.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IfyDgNbaiyg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IfyDgNbaiyg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and me headed to Pan Pacific for some bazaar yesterday, fucking worth it bazaar. 300 dollar pieces were going at 18 dollars. Some pretty cool stuff from high end cult brands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the car on the way back class 95fm played this Def Leppard song, Love Bleeds/Love Bites I'm still not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know the song and Sam acted as if it was a crime, actually not really but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I fell in love with the song almost immediately. The live one doesn't disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo classic rock balllsss. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-3357952387247577503?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/3357952387247577503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=3357952387247577503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3357952387247577503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3357952387247577503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/08/sam-and-me-headed-to-pan-pacific-for.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-3809285429436647067</id><published>2008-08-07T01:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:38:52.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now now now now now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of my life I really do not need anyone to teach me a god damn lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God dammit I am who I am now was because I chose to fucking learn not because people taught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak for everyone here. We make our own choices and we don't need IDIOTS WHO HAVE NO BRAINS AND HAVE NOT EVEN TOUCHED THE TIP OF PUBERTY to 'come into our lives and teach us something'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please do not insult my well being by telling me that a fully carved idiot came into my life to teach me a damned lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you Ms/Mr Anonymous I appreciate your utmost concern regarding my current situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-3809285429436647067?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/3809285429436647067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=3809285429436647067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3809285429436647067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3809285429436647067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/08/now-now-now-now-now.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-3046865206884182039</id><published>2008-08-06T13:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:49:23.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have come to my senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today and I felt what felt like a mini revelation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*bull*cough*shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We humans are deeply flawed. Well I shall not say for all but most. We choose to learn the hard way. We ignore ALL useful advice prior to the current misery. After all suffering, physically psychologically and emotionally, then only we decide that we've had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to that, we exercise extreme ignorance when we inflict hurt, but suddenly nothing else matters when we are hurt; the exact same way we did it to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again the same people stand by my side, and I am deeply grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I'ma face the world again. Get on the bus and see all the faces I don't like seeing. Walk by the interchange, past the people who don't give a shit about anyone else but themselves, similar to most of us, and watch them watch me. Go to work and face the people who come to eat and treat us like we owe them a fucking living, just a handful &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faiz, Amira, Elfie, Rafiq, Ella, Dinie, Tol, Fred, Faisal, etc etc etc etc etc etc,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKING MISS YOU GUYSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must meet up soon. PLEASE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you my dearest. I wish you all the luck in the world for the operation. I will be there when you're alive and kicking once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I have wasted approximately 5 months of my life on someone that is deemed worthless, immature, broke, and surprise surprise, 5 times worse a fucker than the reigning Wan Md Arshad, or maybe 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICE ILL MISS YOU OK I will let you know once I'm back from KL. Love you babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to my gorgeous cousin, Shariza. Finally you're tying the knot! I'm extremely happy for you and you guys look so cute together! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SJk7PkwB2XI/AAAAAAAAAyc/N5wQHN4zx6Y/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SJk7PkwB2XI/AAAAAAAAAyc/N5wQHN4zx6Y/s320/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231277580916742514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blessings to you. So pretty right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-3046865206884182039?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/3046865206884182039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=3046865206884182039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3046865206884182039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3046865206884182039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-come-to-my-senses.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SJk7PkwB2XI/AAAAAAAAAyc/N5wQHN4zx6Y/s72-c/DSC00079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-8272543615166866485</id><published>2008-08-04T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:46:41.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally I have fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost all I thought I had, and what I thought lacked from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you, I have lost absolutely everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You on the other hand, are too busy enjoying your pathetic life - time wastage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I hate myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-8272543615166866485?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/8272543615166866485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=8272543615166866485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/8272543615166866485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/8272543615166866485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-i-have-fallen.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-1998726328032606935</id><published>2008-07-15T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T13:41:11.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;How disgusting it is to be ridiculed by a bunch of rotten brainless munchkins all because one particular person is just too fucking naive, and you choose to sit through all the bullshit you can possibly take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I don't know what love is. Why do people say 'I Love You' yet it doesn't match up to my definition of it. Why do I say 'I Love You' and expect it to make a difference in someone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I lose because I try so hard to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that's it. I'm totally fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hypocritical advice to all of you would be to live life for yourself and nobody else, merely because if you love yourself enough, you'll be the only person that has no ability to upset your own self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is extremely frustrating when you wish for just this person to understand you, but yet you refuse to listen to the words of the one and only person that understands you best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I am still fucked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SHw3ZO7H3DI/AAAAAAAAAyU/378G0VyX2s4/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223110574485265458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SHw3ZO7H3DI/AAAAAAAAAyU/378G0VyX2s4/s320/DSC00065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I can always depend on when my eyes are swollen, my hair is unkempt, and my heart is broken. =D &lt;3 you many many many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the temporary brighter side,&lt;br /&gt;Watching Hancock today can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-1998726328032606935?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/1998726328032606935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=1998726328032606935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1998726328032606935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1998726328032606935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-disgusting-it-is-to-be-ridiculed-by.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SHw3ZO7H3DI/AAAAAAAAAyU/378G0VyX2s4/s72-c/DSC00065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-3679270966840528463</id><published>2008-07-07T01:15:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T01:34:38.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Angelina Jolie is mad hot. Wanted is so worth it. Go watch it go go go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with Fi and Asri was the bomb. Been awhile since I met that horny bastard (lol) and my darling Fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch at ThaiExpress with the Relish people, met up with Fi and managed to get myself the Sex and the City album, like finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really liked Fergie but 'Labels or Love' makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea as usual here are the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing was that none of us brought our cameras and Asri seemed to suck at taking photos with my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SHEAQGbN6lI/AAAAAAAAAxM/8mcHSxhNWUQ/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219953719701793362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SHEAQGbN6lI/AAAAAAAAAxM/8mcHSxhNWUQ/s320/DSC00059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SHEAkU4qp_I/AAAAAAAAAxU/yQsRTNmxnBA/s1600-h/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219954067180791794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SHEAkU4qp_I/AAAAAAAAAxU/yQsRTNmxnBA/s320/DSC00060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SHEDFWZsuRI/AAAAAAAAAxc/LR2wYZej08U/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219956833546713362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SHEDFWZsuRI/AAAAAAAAAxc/LR2wYZej08U/s320/DSC00061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asri and his always retarded poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to show off Asri's photo taking skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SHED5pGEycI/AAAAAAAAAxk/5HsJDWb9Eno/s1600-h/DSC04839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219957731917875650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SHED5pGEycI/AAAAAAAAAxk/5HsJDWb9Eno/s320/DSC04839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SHEEQRvrLyI/AAAAAAAAAxs/9w780PDhGRI/s1600-h/DSC04840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219958120786898722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SHEEQRvrLyI/AAAAAAAAAxs/9w780PDhGRI/s320/DSC04840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SHEEjbCPbhI/AAAAAAAAAx0/VqOTmwvmX8Y/s1600-h/DSC04841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219958449698205202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SHEEjbCPbhI/AAAAAAAAAx0/VqOTmwvmX8Y/s320/DSC04841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAIK ASRIII. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SHEF8xyj-BI/AAAAAAAAAx8/dBQcQwHeJ4c/s1600-h/DSC04845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219959984814815250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SHEF8xyj-BI/AAAAAAAAAx8/dBQcQwHeJ4c/s320/DSC04845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Photographer. Harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SHEGYE0RklI/AAAAAAAAAyE/rSAdgkKGkNs/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219960453778739794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SHEGYE0RklI/AAAAAAAAAyE/rSAdgkKGkNs/s320/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is evident that we love you and that we will always be there for you babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-3679270966840528463?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/3679270966840528463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=3679270966840528463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3679270966840528463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3679270966840528463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/07/angelina-jolie-is-mad-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SHEAQGbN6lI/AAAAAAAAAxM/8mcHSxhNWUQ/s72-c/DSC00059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-5045970994261668115</id><published>2008-07-02T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T20:07:47.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kalau prangai da macam &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;CIBAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, sampai biler2 pon prangai mcm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CIBAI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CIBAI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah amek kau, cibai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the bus on my way back to Woodlands when Mariah Carey's Forever started playing on my Zen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mice, if you don't know what I'm talking about please make sure you find out because I am so close to tripping all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mice to the rescueeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. sayang kau bodoh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-5045970994261668115?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/5045970994261668115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=5045970994261668115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5045970994261668115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5045970994261668115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/07/kalau-prangai-da-macam-cibai-sampai.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-8966882619943862064</id><published>2008-06-29T01:12:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T01:39:01.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By far, the worst week ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received two rejection letters from SMU, one from NTU expecting another one, one from NUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet others who scored worse literally sailed through the entire process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I gotta move on and so I have decided to take a slightly different path than the initial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This explains the previous random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to that the salary is thoroughly upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I've been getting myself upset over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so lonely, really. I've never felt so helpless and I've never lacked so much control over myself. It's disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw my mother's face earlier today I actually forgot about all the shit that was going on in my head. I hugged her and she cooked dalcha MY FAVOURITE. Man, I love my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see how pretty my mum is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SGZynLQqn9I/AAAAAAAAAvk/8s-JLhRfR7M/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216983235718455250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SGZynLQqn9I/AAAAAAAAAvk/8s-JLhRfR7M/s320/DSC00040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn my mum was hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to hit Sentosa few days back. Now my skin's peeling all over and I look like roti hangus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SGZzxXXXeJI/AAAAAAAAAvs/rimq4JfEcMc/s1600-h/DSCN1600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216984510278105234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SGZzxXXXeJI/AAAAAAAAAvs/rimq4JfEcMc/s320/DSCN1600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beachyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SGZ1AflZOHI/AAAAAAAAAv0/996UbM53v3I/s1600-h/DSCN1604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216985869694089330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SGZ1AflZOHI/AAAAAAAAAv0/996UbM53v3I/s320/DSCN1604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Shan and Hairy Gino. He's fucking hairy. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SGZ6Ln302bI/AAAAAAAAAv8/cLMT33mKNSQ/s1600-h/DSCN1618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216991558455581106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SGZ6Ln302bI/AAAAAAAAAv8/cLMT33mKNSQ/s320/DSCN1618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before roti hangus took my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SGZ78rL8i7I/AAAAAAAAAwE/iki_xcc0F5A/s1600-h/DSCN1620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216993500670495666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SGZ78rL8i7I/AAAAAAAAAwE/iki_xcc0F5A/s320/DSCN1620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan and Gino were too busy throwing sand at each other so I just stayed in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SGaFLcOnpsI/AAAAAAAAAw0/MuL5WbwRswQ/s1600-h/IMG_0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217003649957865154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SGaFLcOnpsI/AAAAAAAAAw0/MuL5WbwRswQ/s320/IMG_0397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To YOU! Thank you for always being there no matter what. I know you will never be too far away when I need you most. You are the epitome of a lifelong friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you babe I can't thank you enough for being there to talk shit with me till late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SGaFk6zwdEI/AAAAAAAAAw8/x_tH4s-kyBQ/s1600-h/DSC04805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217004087663424578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SGaFk6zwdEI/AAAAAAAAAw8/x_tH4s-kyBQ/s320/DSC04805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You. The other one. Be STRONGGGG. Don't be like me. Haha. Must stick to it ok really it'll do you good. Even though we seem to always be so far from each other, technology has its perks when it comes to MSN and late night crying to each other phone calls. =) I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SGaH46gl89I/AAAAAAAAAxE/_uz4vvG-s1k/s1600-h/47b5cf11b3127cce98548860e23300000057108AaMWzJm1bNh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217006630203683794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SGaH46gl89I/AAAAAAAAAxE/_uz4vvG-s1k/s320/47b5cf11b3127cce98548860e23300000057108AaMWzJm1bNh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambar adek2 sia. NARIMAHH. Thank you for accompanying me to the interview walaupon aku tak dapat tapi takpe la ape nak buat eh. Aku really appreciate it. STUDY HARD GOOD LUCK FOR THE A's. And yes you are loved as well! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's happening too fast these days. I actually feel like I'm a day behind from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-8966882619943862064?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/8966882619943862064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=8966882619943862064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/8966882619943862064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/8966882619943862064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/06/by-far-worst-week-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SGZynLQqn9I/AAAAAAAAAvk/8s-JLhRfR7M/s72-c/DSC00040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-5041106366926072900</id><published>2008-06-28T02:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T02:29:46.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK MERITOCRACY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-5041106366926072900?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/5041106366926072900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=5041106366926072900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5041106366926072900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5041106366926072900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/06/fuck-meritocracy.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-3000919324312436588</id><published>2008-06-21T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T10:53:15.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STILL waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I hope I get into SIS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I still feel something's amiss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-3000919324312436588?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/3000919324312436588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=3000919324312436588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3000919324312436588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3000919324312436588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/06/still-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-7082729671085206500</id><published>2008-06-20T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T01:09:42.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time's like these I wish I could just disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the person you love most don't understand how much you sacrifice and how much effort you put in just to make one happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all you want is his undivided attention because you are selfish like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wish only you and that particular person were the only two people existing in this fucked up world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taste of my own medicine, indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-7082729671085206500?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/7082729671085206500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=7082729671085206500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/7082729671085206500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/7082729671085206500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/06/times-like-these-i-wish-i-could-just.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-3011353339844555135</id><published>2008-06-16T19:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T01:36:49.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's been much of a hoo haa as of late. What with the sad incident concerning Izat's grandma, the never ending wait for my university acceptance, the lack of kachings, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I never really spent a lot of time with his grandma, I felt a small connection between us two. I'm just glad she lived to see my face and to tell me I have nice hair and teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching his mum lose her mum made me love my mum even more. After all these years I have come to realise that the only person that has always been there for me no matter what is my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well how biased of me considering the fact that Father's Day was a day ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's preparing to go back to school whereas I'm still stuck waiting for an interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAHHH I just wished I wasn't so lazy back in college. That would have saved me from heaps of worries and migraines, which in turn would lead to additional doses of nicotine sticks and belgium beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been wanting to update for the longest time but by the time I get home I'll be too tired and too caught up with the new-found PlayStation Portable to switch on the laptop and start typing my thoughts away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. By the time I finally get down to it, I totally forgot what the fuck I wanted to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to donate me a few million dollars, please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-3011353339844555135?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/3011353339844555135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=3011353339844555135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3011353339844555135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3011353339844555135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/06/theres-been-much-of-hoo-haa-as-of-late.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-7047830232124303244</id><published>2008-05-29T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T01:37:39.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a matter of extreme importance, our first teenage love affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LS76LUyxxRU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LS76LUyxxRU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catchy, awesome song. I lovelovelovelovelove it!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SD5wnHvR_YI/AAAAAAAAAvc/mlKxxTMCClc/s1600-h/IMG_0374(edited).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-7047830232124303244?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/7047830232124303244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=7047830232124303244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/7047830232124303244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/7047830232124303244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-matter-of-extreme-importance-our.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-775302557494576973</id><published>2008-05-25T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:47:00.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few things I hate about being at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One. You automatically feel depressed being surrounded by heaps of depression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two. There's not much entertainment around and not much to learn from either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three. There you are visiting the patient having absolutely no idea why she's being surrounded by so many machines because so much trust is being put with them doctors to cure her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four. Having no clue the politically correct way to react during specific occasions (definitely not the word to use in this context but I'm too depressed to squeeze my brain cells any further).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was certainly taken aback by the massive amount of sadness the day before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mortality slaps you hard in the face you start pondering about your life in years to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I gonna end up in that bed just like his grandmother or will I die a death I wish to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is by far my most hated topic of discussion; simply because it is way too inevitable to even question. It is something everybody has to face, whether you yourself or having to watch your loved ones leave one person at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an outsider/non-relative/nobody that matters, I approach this whole episode with a totally different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knowledged of methods in handling relative losses have increased by that much and my realisation that I one day have no choice but to go through this have come to an appropriate level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head's spinning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-775302557494576973?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/775302557494576973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=775302557494576973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/775302557494576973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/775302557494576973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/05/few-things-i-hate-about-being-at.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-3344821704905419293</id><published>2008-05-23T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:56:17.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's funny how a turn of events take place at the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been a little on the downside but it's picking up a step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is it is all my god damn fault, supposedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting another break from work and I am truly relieved. It's just been a whole pile of mess of late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more my student's mum came clean with the fact that she's dissatisfied with my methods of teaching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how she struggles. For most of us, I believe, stress was never part of the whole primary school experience. We literally streamed through the entire process and finally ended up where we are now. On the other hand, it's as if she has to push through millions of rocks and stones to pass her four subjects, which to us seem so minute at this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would slap myself for lacking the essential amount of patience required to push her through her struggle, but I am having difficulty balancing that with all other things that's going through my head at this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well she'll be the least of my worries after next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohai's asking me to Riverside's homecoming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME coming or what. I hate that place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Vick and Kumaran's going. I'll only decide once Narimah and Mice decides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How girls?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-3344821704905419293?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/3344821704905419293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=3344821704905419293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3344821704905419293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3344821704905419293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-funny-how-turn-of-events-take-place.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-8375539522338733509</id><published>2008-05-18T03:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T03:21:58.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have yet to include the boyfriend's bit from my birthday episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought me a lovely necklace. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND he made his entire family come into his kitchen to sing me a birthday song while we were making scrambled eggs for his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god they actually sang while walking slowly towards me it felt like a herd of elephants coming at you (this has no reference to their sizes etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SC8sntNy06I/AAAAAAAAAuk/-jck0wWiNUU/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SC8sntNy06I/AAAAAAAAAuk/-jck0wWiNUU/s320/DSC00031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201425155300184994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is. I was all sticky after work when I dropped by his place. Bleagh. His mum made him wear the necklace on me and only god knows how embarrassed I was. His sister even took a video. Geeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we headed to Seoul Garden for a late lunch before I headed off with the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SC8tMNNy07I/AAAAAAAAAus/08irQhIsVZk/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SC8tMNNy07I/AAAAAAAAAus/08irQhIsVZk/s320/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201425782365410226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He was definitely enjoying it more than I was. Surprisingly my food intake that day was much much less than usual. In my case it is quite a shock when I cannot handle an all-you-can-eat buffet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after we headed to Vivocity to catch Harold &amp; Kumar which was awesome. I totally enjoyed watching that fucked ass funny show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SC8t3tNy08I/AAAAAAAAAu0/48UWW0KFoFA/s1600-h/IMG_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SC8t3tNy08I/AAAAAAAAAu0/48UWW0KFoFA/s320/IMG_0374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201426529689719746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which we headed to Suntec to get some stuff, then only did we head to Relish to meet Mice and Amy, as explained previously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was planning to have my birthday celebrated at Wild Rocket instead but I guess burgers would do. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SC8undNy09I/AAAAAAAAAu8/1NfC5CR-ehM/s1600-h/IMG_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SC8undNy09I/AAAAAAAAAu8/1NfC5CR-ehM/s320/IMG_0418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201427350028473298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were actually pretending to feed each other. We were all extremely stuffed by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SC8u2NNy0-I/AAAAAAAAAvE/D_Wa0D5Prjo/s1600-h/IMG_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SC8u2NNy0-I/AAAAAAAAAvE/D_Wa0D5Prjo/s320/IMG_0410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201427603431543778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abg rock tak jadi, and abg rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SC8vA9Ny0_I/AAAAAAAAAvM/xpkx1trbm5E/s1600-h/IMG_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SC8vA9Ny0_I/AAAAAAAAAvM/xpkx1trbm5E/s320/IMG_0425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201427788115137522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would have been incomplete without you there, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about my birthday eh? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all that you did for me I am truly grateful my dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SC8va9Ny1AI/AAAAAAAAAvU/_pKzsOvGq0I/s1600-h/IMG_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SC8va9Ny1AI/AAAAAAAAAvU/_pKzsOvGq0I/s320/IMG_0417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201428234791736322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the first and last thought everyday, and not for a second am I not thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you babe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-8375539522338733509?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/8375539522338733509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=8375539522338733509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/8375539522338733509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/8375539522338733509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-yet-to-include-boyfriends-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SC8sntNy06I/AAAAAAAAAuk/-jck0wWiNUU/s72-c/DSC00031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-1291756161736627197</id><published>2008-05-13T15:53:00.036+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T17:35:50.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here comes the birthday update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, had a fucking awesome birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New friends, new bonds, new experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off with the Relish people. Here's the story. I start work at 11, up to 3. Relish closes at 3 to 630pm so during that time I have to rush my ass down to Choa Chu Kang to teach tuition. I finish teaching at 530 after which I have to rush back down to Relish for dinner shift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was rushing my ass off getting scolded by my assistant manager for being late. I rushed in the office to get changed, came back out, and there they were with a fucking awesome chocolate cake singing for me my birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually teared. EVERYONE was there even the kitchen staff came out of the kitchen and stood in a row to sing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW I tell you. I was so happy and touched it was ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't manage to take a nice picture of the cake but a little after that day the bunch of us headed to Cineleisure for a karaoke cum blackjack session which was extremely fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClNwdNy0WI/AAAAAAAAAqE/oa5DUejdokw/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClNwdNy0WI/AAAAAAAAAqE/oa5DUejdokw/s320/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199772739647492450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them cutting my cake. Awesome, awesome cake I swear to god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClOFdNy0XI/AAAAAAAAAqM/_AN_eKumN2g/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClOFdNy0XI/AAAAAAAAAqM/_AN_eKumN2g/s320/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199773100424745330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearleen, Me, Jessica, Sumin. The smart people. They who never ever go out during split shift actually headed to town to get me my cake. How sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClPntNy0YI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Z1SneTM9QXA/s1600-h/IMG_2261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClPntNy0YI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Z1SneTM9QXA/s320/IMG_2261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199774788346892674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearleen and me, ktv-ing. They were nice enough to spare me some English songs amongst all the chingchingchong they were ever so engrossed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClQEtNy0ZI/AAAAAAAAAqc/RImY2rPbIM4/s1600-h/IMG_2266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClQEtNy0ZI/AAAAAAAAAqc/RImY2rPbIM4/s320/IMG_2266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199775286563099026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite girl, Shan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won me some money from blackjack, if I remember correctly 8 bucks. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClRgNNy0aI/AAAAAAAAAqk/_Dg82mULY7M/s1600-h/IMG_2273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClRgNNy0aI/AAAAAAAAAqk/_Dg82mULY7M/s320/IMG_2273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199776858521129378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClR0dNy0bI/AAAAAAAAAqs/m1StNXp29Dg/s1600-h/IMG_2274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClR0dNy0bI/AAAAAAAAAqs/m1StNXp29Dg/s320/IMG_2274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199777206413480370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeiLun and the Chinaboy Xiao Zhang. We celebrated WeiLun's last day at Relish as well. Time to serve the nation bro. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClSQ9Ny0cI/AAAAAAAAAq0/uSNhbsWlWiQ/s1600-h/IMG_2276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClSQ9Ny0cI/AAAAAAAAAq0/uSNhbsWlWiQ/s320/IMG_2276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199777696039752130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan, Mie, JiaYu, Jabril, Gino, Andy aka AngKongSiao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClS3NNy0dI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Smdpgg4BALc/s1600-h/IMG_2278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClS3NNy0dI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Smdpgg4BALc/s320/IMG_2278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199778353169748434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly men of Relish Burger Pte Ltd. They are the ones who give our customers the awesome burgers salads and fries man. The irony. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClTVNNy0eI/AAAAAAAAArE/HGJJxhFITHE/s1600-h/IMG_2282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClTVNNy0eI/AAAAAAAAArE/HGJJxhFITHE/s320/IMG_2282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199778868565823970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home late that Friday night. Woke up the next morning with a birthday wish from Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wah anak mama da besar ehhh, 20 tahun. Mama ader beli kek tau'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baik maaaaaa. She thought I was twenty, which will hence, explain the following picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClWItNy0fI/AAAAAAAAArM/IRdNBNjSwY0/s1600-h/IMG_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClWItNy0fI/AAAAAAAAArM/IRdNBNjSwY0/s320/IMG_0353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199781952352342514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 big candles. Haha. My mum's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Saturday and Sunday off to spend some time celebrating the birthday. Headed to my uncle's place to see the new born cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClX0dNy0gI/AAAAAAAAArU/y-RWZ5Tj9sM/s1600-h/IMG_0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClX0dNy0gI/AAAAAAAAArU/y-RWZ5Tj9sM/s320/IMG_0362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199783803483247106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute shit. Everytime I carry him he'll keep trying for a breast-feeding session. Weirrdddd. Lol. Managed to visit the granny as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was out with dearest Mice. Decided to make full use of the 50% off for staff during their birthdays at Relish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClYrdNy0hI/AAAAAAAAArc/EZXa6xxf9hk/s1600-h/IMG_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClYrdNy0hI/AAAAAAAAArc/EZXa6xxf9hk/s320/IMG_0376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199784748376052242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud was working alone when I came. Lol the poor guy absolutely hated the fact that he had to serve me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my birthday with Amy, who has the same birthday as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClZGdNy0iI/AAAAAAAAArk/EXYii-p5dSg/s1600-h/IMG_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClZGdNy0iI/AAAAAAAAArk/EXYii-p5dSg/s320/IMG_0380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199785212232520226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abg rock Amy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClZhdNy0jI/AAAAAAAAArs/ANkJP3BfcrM/s1600-h/IMG_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClZhdNy0jI/AAAAAAAAArs/ANkJP3BfcrM/s320/IMG_0381.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199785676088988210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear mice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for the foooods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the Seafood burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClZ2tNy0kI/AAAAAAAAAr0/icIgVm4YukY/s1600-h/IMG_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClZ2tNy0kI/AAAAAAAAAr0/icIgVm4YukY/s320/IMG_0386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199786041161208386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Rocket Beef Burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClaINNy0lI/AAAAAAAAAr8/f5__5pkgM5o/s1600-h/IMG_0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClaINNy0lI/AAAAAAAAAr8/f5__5pkgM5o/s320/IMG_0387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199786341808919122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cream of Shitake Spaghetti with Truffle Oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClaWtNy0mI/AAAAAAAAAsE/yRGfaUTzuW8/s1600-h/IMG_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClaWtNy0mI/AAAAAAAAAsE/yRGfaUTzuW8/s320/IMG_0388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199786590917022306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiced Lamb Pitta Burger in Mint Hommus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClaxtNy0nI/AAAAAAAAAsM/mocLzAvjVys/s1600-h/IMG_0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClaxtNy0nI/AAAAAAAAAsM/mocLzAvjVys/s320/IMG_0389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199787054773490290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramlee Beef Burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SCla9tNy0oI/AAAAAAAAAsU/q3Yium-EA-c/s1600-h/IMG_0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SCla9tNy0oI/AAAAAAAAAsU/q3Yium-EA-c/s320/IMG_0390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199787260931920514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark Lava Gateau with Banana &amp; Ice Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClbSNNy0pI/AAAAAAAAAsc/RmCgOCzLMmM/s1600-h/IMG_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClbSNNy0pI/AAAAAAAAAsc/RmCgOCzLMmM/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199787613119238802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummmyyyyyy! and expensive I have to add. Thank god for the 50% discount. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mice bought me and Amy a very cute cake, very not us but still a cake nonetheless. Thank you babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClb0tNy0qI/AAAAAAAAAsk/vyHPxrvkV9c/s1600-h/IMG_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClb0tNy0qI/AAAAAAAAAsk/vyHPxrvkV9c/s320/IMG_0402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199788205824725666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClcAdNy0rI/AAAAAAAAAss/Tr0LZzEqTL4/s1600-h/IMG_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClcAdNy0rI/AAAAAAAAAss/Tr0LZzEqTL4/s320/IMG_0404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199788407688188594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our retard blowing-the-candle faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClcSNNy0sI/AAAAAAAAAs0/agQn3156J40/s1600-h/IMG_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClcSNNy0sI/AAAAAAAAAs0/agQn3156J40/s320/IMG_0406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199788712630866626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi : Yeay! Cake!&lt;br /&gt;Amy  : Sebok ah dier ni. Pala buto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClch9Ny0tI/AAAAAAAAAs8/EOYsuCk1ImY/s1600-h/IMG_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClch9Ny0tI/AAAAAAAAAs8/EOYsuCk1ImY/s320/IMG_0408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199788983213806290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most essential pictures. US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClctNNy0uI/AAAAAAAAAtE/CJ8BOQtr9e8/s1600-h/IMG_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClctNNy0uI/AAAAAAAAAtE/CJ8BOQtr9e8/s320/IMG_0409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199789176487334626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mice and Amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClc9NNy0vI/AAAAAAAAAtM/0bXPz_U6OPU/s1600-h/IMG_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClc9NNy0vI/AAAAAAAAAtM/0bXPz_U6OPU/s320/IMG_0411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199789451365241586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I didn't think an abg rock would be so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SCldidNy0xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/NumzfYzgYEA/s1600-h/IMG_0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SCldidNy0xI/AAAAAAAAAtc/NumzfYzgYEA/s320/IMG_0422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199790091315368722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SCldb9Ny0wI/AAAAAAAAAtU/BAen5iHhMxo/s1600-h/IMG_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SCldb9Ny0wI/AAAAAAAAAtU/BAen5iHhMxo/s320/IMG_0413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199789979646219010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeding session. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SCldv9Ny0yI/AAAAAAAAAtk/IXeInWd-y3c/s1600-h/IMG_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SCldv9Ny0yI/AAAAAAAAAtk/IXeInWd-y3c/s320/IMG_0399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199790323243602722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you to Nur Hamaiza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE LOVEDDDD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SCleE9Ny0zI/AAAAAAAAAts/df-LySwgldM/s1600-h/IMG_0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SCleE9Ny0zI/AAAAAAAAAts/df-LySwgldM/s320/IMG_0396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199790684020855602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later in the week was the meet up with Amira and gang. Dammit I didn't realise how much I missed them until I saw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SCleWdNy00I/AAAAAAAAAt0/eDu-PN7O0LY/s1600-h/1_980764522l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SCleWdNy00I/AAAAAAAAAt0/eDu-PN7O0LY/s320/1_980764522l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199790984668566338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls! Dragged Fi along. FI THANK YOU FOR COMING I WON'T BRING YOU TO EAT PIZZAS AGAIN OK. LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A BODYSHOP HAMPER FROM THEM SO NICE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SCleg9Ny01I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Yto4i-N9ugI/s1600-h/1_963927862l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SCleg9Ny01I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Yto4i-N9ugI/s320/1_963927862l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199791165057192786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely loved it. Thanks babessss and dudessss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SCleydNy02I/AAAAAAAAAuE/auccim9UekQ/s1600-h/1_147420719l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SCleydNy02I/AAAAAAAAAuE/auccim9UekQ/s320/1_147420719l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199791465704903522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classic quadruple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SCle69Ny03I/AAAAAAAAAuM/wMHJX418e9g/s1600-h/1_420911489l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SCle69Ny03I/AAAAAAAAAuM/wMHJX418e9g/s320/1_420911489l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199791611733791602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatass Rafiq came! Ella couldn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClfF9Ny04I/AAAAAAAAAuU/3m2JOaFVScw/s1600-h/1_804532411l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClfF9Ny04I/AAAAAAAAAuU/3m2JOaFVScw/s320/1_804532411l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199791800712352642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Dinie Lamsat came in his uniform. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClfW9Ny05I/AAAAAAAAAuc/tO9pR6mAYuI/s1600-h/1_978770226l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClfW9Ny05I/AAAAAAAAAuc/tO9pR6mAYuI/s320/1_978770226l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199792092770128786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Faisal came! There's everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much to everyone who came down, who dropped me a wish be it sms, friendster, a call, or via friends. I really really do appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays are always the best ain't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you all might have guessed by now it is my off day today, which is why I have the time to produce such a long winded update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to hit the pool earlier today which was great. Got to release the tension a little bit. My stamina surprisingly improved; must be the number of cigarettes I have unknowingly cut down on. I guess after awhile you get a bit lazy to go for a smoke break every now and then. Plus that whole putting the stick into your mouth breathing in blowing out blahblahblah gets tiring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me sad that I'm only left with a few hours before tomorrow comes. It's nice to have some time to yourself just chilling out doing what you want to do and listening to your favourite songs on your awesome laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how much I miss spending time at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for my dose of cable. Tirra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-1291756161736627197?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/1291756161736627197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=1291756161736627197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1291756161736627197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1291756161736627197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/05/here-comes-birthday-update.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SClNwdNy0WI/AAAAAAAAAqE/oa5DUejdokw/s72-c/DSC00029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-5698318971122276448</id><published>2008-05-01T01:45:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T02:01:25.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Off day well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got the chance to see what Breeks has to offer my tastebuds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They unfortunately disappointed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to thank the boy for treating me to the wonderful dinner; wonderful only because I had him to look at while I gobble down the not so satisfying food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to catch Iron Man as well and it is FANTASTICCCCCCCCCC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely enjoyed the movie. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more could I ask for. Good show, good company, and good ending to the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a ring as a token from my possible future mother-in-law, and I now realise how serious this could possibly be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am happy and hopefully he is as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SBixgwsuJdI/AAAAAAAAApE/zSo_t2T4Kv0/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SBixgwsuJdI/AAAAAAAAApE/zSo_t2T4Kv0/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195097346558272978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HI WELCOME TO BREEKS," the staff exclaimed in unison. He got upset when they didn't say their "THANK YOU blah blah blah" when we left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SBiyDAsuJeI/AAAAAAAAApM/1CR9rR14E_8/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SBiyDAsuJeI/AAAAAAAAApM/1CR9rR14E_8/s320/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195097934968792546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SBiyTAsuJfI/AAAAAAAAApU/hhuM8qEK7dE/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SBiyTAsuJfI/AAAAAAAAApU/hhuM8qEK7dE/s320/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195098209846699506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SBiyiwsuJgI/AAAAAAAAApc/5P305f7dmP8/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SBiyiwsuJgI/AAAAAAAAApc/5P305f7dmP8/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195098480429639170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dessert, and our dessert. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SBiy0QsuJhI/AAAAAAAAApk/GFk33bP5D0Y/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SBiy0QsuJhI/AAAAAAAAApk/GFk33bP5D0Y/s320/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195098781077349906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disappointing brownie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SBizFgsuJiI/AAAAAAAAAps/dWUiRgcu0Es/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SBizFgsuJiI/AAAAAAAAAps/dWUiRgcu0Es/s320/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195099077430093346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Juraizat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SBizbQsuJjI/AAAAAAAAAp0/XiekUeZ2fq4/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SBizbQsuJjI/AAAAAAAAAp0/XiekUeZ2fq4/s320/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195099451092248114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy happy owner of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last shoutout to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SBizywsuJkI/AAAAAAAAAp8/x61ZNqMRAyM/s1600-h/Mrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SBizywsuJkI/AAAAAAAAAp8/x61ZNqMRAyM/s320/Mrt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195099854819173954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile every day and every moment I think of you. I hope it'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-5698318971122276448?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/5698318971122276448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=5698318971122276448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5698318971122276448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5698318971122276448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/05/off-day-well-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/SBixgwsuJdI/AAAAAAAAApE/zSo_t2T4Kv0/s72-c/DSC00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-2932207530957640760</id><published>2008-04-10T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T13:36:22.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again I am updating on my off day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for today. Meeting with the boy. Then home with my dearest family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifen already converted to being a part-timer and I am awaiting my time. She's going back to school, whereas I am unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that sucks about this whole 'A Level Results Apply For University And Wait Until You Die' hoo haa is that there is absolutely nothing you can do but WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No do not start with the whole patience is a virtue shit. I am complaining here which gives me the right to provide no reason whatsoever why I am upset about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I don't have fantastic results, which is equivalent to A's printed all over the fucking results slip, makes it all worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again I accept full responsibility for my lack of success because I chose to be complacent, lazy, irresponsible, so on so forth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's just hope that little bit of effort I put in at the very last minute payed off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I heard the voice recording on Is's phone. Haha. I think you should just ignore that idiot lah. It's been so long!! Haha. It was cute though how you were talking to yourself and as I was listening to it I had my own set of reactions as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE MISSED! WEEKENDS ALMOST HERE SEE YOU SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-2932207530957640760?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/2932207530957640760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=2932207530957640760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/2932207530957640760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/2932207530957640760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/04/once-again-i-am-updating-on-my-off-day.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-8105821908248595331</id><published>2008-03-29T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T12:11:53.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was awoken by my brother's weird antics, although very much not unusual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He celebrated the removal of his P plate on both his bike and the car by throwing it on my bed while screaming 'YOU STILL GOT NO LICENSEEEE'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helps that I am already starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally get to do half shift on a Saturday. It's been awhile since I got to stay home on a Saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got shit to do for work (bleagh) so I'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-8105821908248595331?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/8105821908248595331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=8105821908248595331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/8105821908248595331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/8105821908248595331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-was-awoken-by-my-brothers-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-5602808854304703363</id><published>2008-03-19T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T18:16:32.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once upon time, I was promised something that I never should have believed in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I guess losers will always will be losers, and I am glad that I am rid of such idiocrisy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fucking disgust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-5602808854304703363?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/5602808854304703363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=5602808854304703363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5602808854304703363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5602808854304703363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/03/once-upon-time-i-was-promised-something.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-6431988423976050704</id><published>2008-03-16T01:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T01:26:00.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to update a little bit about the people I have grown close to so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being my first ever job, it turned out better than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt most of the things pretty fast on my own with no particular training whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work cannot be good if the people you work with are shit. I am thankful because I enjoy working with my colleagues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I started out at Wild Oats with Roonieee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R9wC9_xXP7I/AAAAAAAAAok/CzP-bhUXiK0/s1600-h/Me+Roons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R9wC9_xXP7I/AAAAAAAAAok/CzP-bhUXiK0/s320/Me+Roons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178016935682981810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got myself one hell of a manager, Mr Mitchell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R9wDYPxXP8I/AAAAAAAAAos/RokF-EWTXpM/s1600-h/n794790062_2358907_7650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R9wDYPxXP8I/AAAAAAAAAos/RokF-EWTXpM/s320/n794790062_2358907_7650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178017386654547906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cock face at the back. His son is that extremely cute mammal I have in my arms, Kayden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they transferred me to Relish, I met Shan, who is now my one and only companion at work. She hasn't been working these past 2 days and I miss her already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R9wEEfxXP9I/AAAAAAAAAo0/kFlaNE3TdUY/s1600-h/Relish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R9wEEfxXP9I/AAAAAAAAAo0/kFlaNE3TdUY/s320/Relish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178018146863759314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan and Sandra, who happens to be my assistant manager at Relish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The special thing about Relish is that we have a very close bond. The three outlets can come together as one, whether it's the service staff or the kitchen staff or the management, plus having a boss like a Willin is a privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are from a lunch outing to celebrate Chinese New year. Although I didn't really enjoy the food I had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R9wFkPxXP-I/AAAAAAAAAo8/pTsh9-uNwsA/s1600-h/n794790062_2358920_3248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R9wFkPxXP-I/AAAAAAAAAo8/pTsh9-uNwsA/s320/n794790062_2358920_3248.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178019791836233698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's everyone. Wild Rocket, Wild Oats and Relish. Not really everyone &lt;em&gt;lah,&lt;/em&gt; but most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to catch up with Fi today for an extremely short late lunch at PS. There was some hip hop competition amongst primary school kiddos and we all got the shock of our lives when we saw two primary school girls grinding each other to a typical hip hop number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt how to grind only when I was 16 and until now I don't know how to do it properly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syafiq happily screamed 'BAN MTV!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking Syafiq you made my day you idiot haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some rest and hence I'm looking forward to my off day on Wednesday and my half-day on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everyone. I love my laptop. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-6431988423976050704?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/6431988423976050704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=6431988423976050704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/6431988423976050704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/6431988423976050704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-want-to-update-little-bit-about.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R9wC9_xXP7I/AAAAAAAAAok/CzP-bhUXiK0/s72-c/Me+Roons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-2921383043036923061</id><published>2008-03-15T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T02:12:16.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back, with a BANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself some, I believe, acceptable A level grades, and hence earned myself a new laptop from the much loved eldest brother, who also beforehand bought me the new 8GB Zencast to spare my long rides to work in 961.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell he got me the Dell Inspiron which I've been wanting for god knows how long since I saw the advert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's even better is that it's the design I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret though, that I am unable to show him how much I love him and thank him for all the stuff he's bought for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnnnn it's pretty awesome ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where have I been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, work and more work. Haha tak habis2. My life has been pretty much Relish, Fushan and Home. Leisure here and there. Managed to catch 10 000 BC and Step Up 2 during my off days with my newfound lepak buddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Eh mice. This is where we go 'Hey Mami'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some Botak Jones with my one and only Botak Jones buddy, for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be back with more that's for sure. After all the installing and setting up of my new laptop, which I shall name soon enough, I need to sleep and be prepared for another day of madness at Relish tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends = A lot of people who want to eat = Busy busy busy busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night yall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-2921383043036923061?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/2921383043036923061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=2921383043036923061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/2921383043036923061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/2921383043036923061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-back-with-bang-har-har-har.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-1652013532908452831</id><published>2008-02-10T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T17:22:45.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy working my ass off and at this point I can safely say that I am loaded, with my own hard-earned money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda feels good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatigue kicks in though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway anyway anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking my break at Relish now. Split shift during weekends are a bitch because we all gotta find our own ways to sleep in the extremely minute office. There'll be 5 of us sprawled all over the office in many different positions snoring away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'm now a full timer so my pay is pretty, shall I say, attractive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy's trying to sleep after Shan woke both of us up. Shan has taken my spot while I took hers in front of the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta start dinner shift in 10 mins so it's time for my oh so essential dose of tar, nicotine, etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-1652013532908452831?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/1652013532908452831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=1652013532908452831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1652013532908452831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1652013532908452831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/02/been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-1733076712359851030</id><published>2008-01-15T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T13:03:48.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have 15 mins to go before my next class and today has been trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to scream at the kids until one of them jumped out of his seat; then I couldn't help laughing. Heh. Idiotic kids they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : What are the similarities between the two 1950 riots?&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo : They're both riots!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeeeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't help that I dislike all their food in the canteen. Thank god there's a Good News Cafe in here, which makes me miss TPJC a whole lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. An hour to go before I can go home and rest my feet before a whole night of Relish today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-1733076712359851030?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/1733076712359851030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=1733076712359851030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1733076712359851030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1733076712359851030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-15-mins-to-go-before-my-next.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-1208300216597527850</id><published>2008-01-11T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T01:50:48.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cashiering was cocked up today. I very stupidly keyed in a Dark Lava Gateau with our staff discount and voided it, hence cocking up the daily financial report. AND there was 2 items uncounted for, which was not my fault I swear to god but I offered to pay anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't take up my offer, so thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a whole, split shift isn't so bad. Might just consider moving to Relish permanently since its a bus away from Woodlands and I don't have to worry about money to pay for cab home and shit like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fun at Oats is not something I would want to miss. Post work taiti is something I actually look forward to, and I enjoy the company of the whole of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relish on the other hand requires a lot of discipline and it is FAR from slack at any point of the day when we are open, very unlike Oats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an offer earlier today for relief at Admiralty Sec and I must say that I am looking forward to the whole 'Good Morning Class Good Morning Miss Siti's in order to amuse myself with how unknowingly those students are humiliating themselves as human beings showing respect to me, who is as mischevious and rebellious as all of them combined, at least back then &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be teaching English History and Social Studies. Considering the fact that I skipped an entire structured essay section for my SS paper during the &lt;em&gt;big&lt;/em&gt; 'O's and still managed a B3 (one of the few miracles in my lifetime actually), I might just be able to do my time there well, or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this problem though. There are just some faces out there I naturally cannot stand. You can be the nicest person on Earth, but as shamelessly hypocritical and unfair I may sound, an annoying face won't do you good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side I do not believe in biasedness. As annoying as your face may get, you still get that fair bit of friendly juice that I offer everyone who deserves it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My organiser's entirely full for the next few weeks with Relish, Oats, tutoring and teaching, so to my friends I apologise for my ongoing absence, especially Amira and gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry eh I promise I'll join your outings soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-1208300216597527850?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/1208300216597527850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=1208300216597527850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1208300216597527850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1208300216597527850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/01/cashiering-was-cocked-up-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-2176150271182076317</id><published>2008-01-10T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T01:12:38.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was initially planning to change my template, but I can't make my lazy ass get started on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Absolut Kurant is back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been occupied with work and my students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied to work at Wild Oats, but Mitch just loves sending me to Relish, which is fine with me despite the evident difference in the type of fun both crews offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything started off with Wild Rocket, owned by Willin, which is the main restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he opened Wild Oats, the bar, which is where I work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R4T8VyTAB-I/AAAAAAAAAoU/mJvvIBAg5Z4/s1600-h/oats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R4T8VyTAB-I/AAAAAAAAAoU/mJvvIBAg5Z4/s320/oats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153521324827609058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate setting up the furniture bleagh what a chore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now Mitch enjoys sending me to Relish with his usual dialog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Punch out and fuck off! Take a taxi there. Faster FUCK OFF!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha poor Aruna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relish, is THE burger place I tell you. The food just rocks so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People pay 200 dollars for one fucking dinner meal; it's that good. They come two days in a row, mind you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only imagine the agony when we have to serve plate after plate of their shit ass meals while our stomachs beg for mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R4T_aSTAB_I/AAAAAAAAAoc/A-YYNbEN3gY/s1600-h/oading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R4T_aSTAB_I/AAAAAAAAAoc/A-YYNbEN3gY/s320/oading.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153524700671903730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you wish to visit us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Rocket &amp; Oats over at 11 Upper Wilkie Road, and Relish at Cluny Court, 501 Bukit Timah Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not often that you have Mimi at your service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-2176150271182076317?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/2176150271182076317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=2176150271182076317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/2176150271182076317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/2176150271182076317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2008/01/was-initially-planning-to-change-my.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R4T8VyTAB-I/AAAAAAAAAoU/mJvvIBAg5Z4/s72-c/oats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-1643506876507947362</id><published>2007-12-31T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:23:54.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lied to, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell and there's nothing I can fucking do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I never fuck bothered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-1643506876507947362?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/1643506876507947362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=1643506876507947362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1643506876507947362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1643506876507947362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/12/lied-to-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-5991343720443486074</id><published>2007-12-29T04:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T05:03:13.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found these at tpjc.net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R3VkYSTAB9I/AAAAAAAAAoM/mWS9IWuTch4/s1600-h/D07_028_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R3VkYSTAB9I/AAAAAAAAAoM/mWS9IWuTch4/s320/D07_028_007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149132117359200210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R3VkNSTAB8I/AAAAAAAAAoE/Jhpx08YIZAc/s1600-h/D07_027_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R3VkNSTAB8I/AAAAAAAAAoE/Jhpx08YIZAc/s320/D07_027_013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149131928380639170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;br /&gt;Merry christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring the fact that I do not celebrate the festival stated, it hasn't been very merry for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dead ass broke, and only god knows how bad I need my pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New years resolution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never break another glass ever again.&lt;br /&gt;Destroy Wild Oats curtains.&lt;br /&gt;Good A level results.&lt;br /&gt;More sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst case scenario?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least a few more glasses before Mitch fires me.&lt;br /&gt;Failed attempt to eliminate curtains.&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up A level results.&lt;br /&gt;Lead a loser life with no purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Incurable insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5 am and I am still wide awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else to do but turn to my ultimate love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only thing I love that will never die, disappoint or hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally truthfully admit that knowledge is pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-5991343720443486074?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/5991343720443486074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=5991343720443486074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5991343720443486074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5991343720443486074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-ignoring-fact-that-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R3VkYSTAB9I/AAAAAAAAAoM/mWS9IWuTch4/s72-c/D07_028_007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-5363847029931663516</id><published>2007-12-25T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T15:09:46.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mummy's sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't help my tears when I heard her voice over the phone, struggling to talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her more and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma come home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R3CslyTAB7I/AAAAAAAAAn8/hODko0nAu6o/s1600-h/tpjc+n+bday+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R3CslyTAB7I/AAAAAAAAAn8/hODko0nAu6o/s320/tpjc+n+bday+117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147804139241080754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how things can change in a split second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fi faster come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-5363847029931663516?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/5363847029931663516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=5363847029931663516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5363847029931663516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5363847029931663516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/12/mummys-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R3CslyTAB7I/AAAAAAAAAn8/hODko0nAu6o/s72-c/tpjc+n+bday+117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-7492819994129143455</id><published>2007-12-22T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T14:45:15.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Managed to catch up Fi on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping over at Zara because the stuff were surprisingly cheap. I was contemplating buying Aruna's 90 dollar dress but looking at how shit ass broke I am at this point, I am very glad I decided not to. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at Taka, me and Fi decided to be like the tourists and take a picture with the huge X'mas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R24DiiTAB6I/AAAAAAAAAn0/5r1-AE_zwbk/s1600-h/PC180218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R24DiiTAB6I/AAAAAAAAAn0/5r1-AE_zwbk/s320/PC180218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147055315987990434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R24C-STAB5I/AAAAAAAAAns/fvFd1WF7nAk/s1600-h/PC180217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R24C-STAB5I/AAAAAAAAAns/fvFd1WF7nAk/s320/PC180217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147054693217732498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Hari Raya Haji without my mummy. It was weird. Usually it'd be me and her clad in our traditional outfits. This time I was the only one while the dumbass men of the house wore their jeans and shirts. Bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop was Cik Timah's place a.k.a Cik Timah's ChildCare centre. All my cousins went overseas either for work or leisure in more ways than one. Hence, leaving 4 kids for my aunt to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how she does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R2ybnyTABtI/AAAAAAAAAmM/56y7KL8dnX8/s1600-h/PC200225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146659581996304082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R2ybnyTABtI/AAAAAAAAAmM/56y7KL8dnX8/s320/PC200225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad to Isa. Fat bro to Mirza. Second bro stuck on two kids, Hafiz who wouldn't want to get off my bro, and Syafiq who was too busy laughing and running around the house only to bang into my brother once he's tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R238jyTABvI/AAAAAAAAAmc/C06l3JRCN6I/s1600-h/PC200226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147047640881432306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R238jyTABvI/AAAAAAAAAmc/C06l3JRCN6I/s320/PC200226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Hafiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R239ZiTABwI/AAAAAAAAAmk/i2ztkuBxF3Y/s1600-h/PC200227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R239ZiTABwI/AAAAAAAAAmk/i2ztkuBxF3Y/s320/PC200227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147048564299400962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirza was stuck to the gameboy and my brother's PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R23-eiTABxI/AAAAAAAAAms/c4ZbjGwjfzI/s1600-h/PC200228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R23-eiTABxI/AAAAAAAAAms/c4ZbjGwjfzI/s320/PC200228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147049749710374674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Isa, my favourite. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R23-2yTAByI/AAAAAAAAAm0/bUrwndqYJLA/s1600-h/PC200229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R23-2yTAByI/AAAAAAAAAm0/bUrwndqYJLA/s320/PC200229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147050166322202402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eldest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to the mummy's side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R23_ViTABzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/3_ReIW674l0/s1600-h/PC200233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R23_ViTABzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/3_ReIW674l0/s320/PC200233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147050694603179826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my mini self and Nashir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R23_4STAB0I/AAAAAAAAAnE/2N3aofm-hyU/s1600-h/PC200236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R23_4STAB0I/AAAAAAAAAnE/2N3aofm-hyU/s320/PC200236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147051291603633986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R24AKCTAB1I/AAAAAAAAAnM/tXRud2grvkY/s1600-h/PC200237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R24AKCTAB1I/AAAAAAAAAnM/tXRud2grvkY/s320/PC200237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147051596546312018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R24A1CTAB2I/AAAAAAAAAnU/AEZH-hCGDDc/s1600-h/PC200238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R24A1CTAB2I/AAAAAAAAAnU/AEZH-hCGDDc/s320/PC200238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147052335280686946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R24CRiTAB4I/AAAAAAAAAnk/nddPQH5C2Bw/s1600-h/PC200239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R24CRiTAB4I/AAAAAAAAAnk/nddPQH5C2Bw/s320/PC200239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147053924418586498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R24BdSTAB3I/AAAAAAAAAnc/NSilOLhORNc/s1600-h/PC200240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R24BdSTAB3I/AAAAAAAAAnc/NSilOLhORNc/s320/PC200240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147053026770421618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nashir. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly did anything at this house. I was too tired and I kept falling asleep. We didn't leave too late cos Nashir had to go back to camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my Hari Raya Haji. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be working all the way to New Year's. Busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss my mummy very very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways. Enjoy what's left of 2007. Merry Xmas and a happy new year to everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-7492819994129143455?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/7492819994129143455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=7492819994129143455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/7492819994129143455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/7492819994129143455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/12/managed-to-catch-up-fi-on-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R24DiiTAB6I/AAAAAAAAAn0/5r1-AE_zwbk/s72-c/PC180218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-5010743215056391547</id><published>2007-12-17T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T02:46:30.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R2Vo9STABmI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ZHFu3Cc9NF8/s1600-h/PC160167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R2Vo9STABmI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ZHFu3Cc9NF8/s320/PC160167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144633551433500258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very proud and happy for you to have finally made it there to do what you've always been wanting to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire your strength and patience to have waited all these while and saved the money you required without any assistance, and to decide to go alone because you want to achieve something for yourself as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy left yesterday. I could feel my tears approaching fast when we were getting ready to leave the house. As my brother &lt;em&gt;bang-ed&lt;/em&gt; for my mum and my mum reciting a prayer, I was telling myself not to cry over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not used to not having her around. I know it's ridiculous knowing the fact that she's going for an extremely good cause but yes, that's how much I knew I'll miss her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, as I lied down on her shoulder with 'Ishiki' on my earphones, the tears just flowed like nobody's business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we arrived and my brothers and cousins decided we should walk around while my mummy goes around the area to meet a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed my mother's hand and hugged her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waterfall&lt;/em&gt; sia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mama sayang tau Mama sayang. Jaga diri. Dah dah Mama sayang.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tak leh angkat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my second brother teared like idiots. The third was busy eating. Eldest, cool and calm like always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the second brother asked me, 'Still can pick up chicks not like this?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's fine and she was all excited when she called earlier today. How cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R2Vr5yTABnI/AAAAAAAAAlc/2j9yUC6GL7k/s1600-h/PC160169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R2Vr5yTABnI/AAAAAAAAAlc/2j9yUC6GL7k/s320/PC160169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144636789838841458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the chickedees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R2VsHyTABoI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Hj5pwrdJtcI/s1600-h/PC160170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R2VsHyTABoI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Hj5pwrdJtcI/s320/PC160170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144637030357010050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R2VsXiTABpI/AAAAAAAAAls/5aAGI6brDcE/s1600-h/PC160179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R2VsXiTABpI/AAAAAAAAAls/5aAGI6brDcE/s320/PC160179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144637300939949714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muneer's head got stuck in between haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R2Vs3iTABqI/AAAAAAAAAl0/aCCTUqtJIJU/s1600-h/PC160171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R2Vs3iTABqI/AAAAAAAAAl0/aCCTUqtJIJU/s320/PC160171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144637850695763618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy insisted I wear the tudung. I was gonna do it to make her happy in the first place but she spoilt it by telling me to. Geez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mummy have a good haj can't wait to have you back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United makes me proud once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to everyone's surprise so does Hady Mirza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to share with you guys my all time favourite commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TdSJjoq04mA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TdSJjoq04mA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'IIIII CAN GIVE YOU GATSSSBYYY'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find him fucking hot. Yes in that 'I know you fucking want me' kind of way. I would gladly have him for myself. I don't know he's just so hot in his own way. Haha. And that pose at 0:17 - 0:18, fucking priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love love this commercial it makes me blush and flutter and smile like a dick and sing along all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise it's actually an actual song, editted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ca9HI66ROHY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ca9HI66ROHY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING HILARIOUS. Just check out that dude in the hat. He can barely see through that hat hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-5010743215056391547?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/5010743215056391547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=5010743215056391547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5010743215056391547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5010743215056391547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-mummy-im-very-proud-and-happy-for.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R2Vo9STABmI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ZHFu3Cc9NF8/s72-c/PC160167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-8689205563438296633</id><published>2007-12-14T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T12:48:06.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It takes me quite awhile to walk from Dhoby Ghaut to my workplace. Usually I'll wait for Roons or if not, I'll just walk on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day I noticed a lot of couples around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No this entry will not be about me being lonely and needing a man in my life since the last time I spoke of any boy here was of a filthy piece of shit which does not require naming anymore, who was the EX boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fret not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed how couples walk, as a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's of course the conventional holding hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R2GIsuMW0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/JKA_wtzl9WQ/s1600-h/hold+hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R2GIsuMW0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/JKA_wtzl9WQ/s320/hold+hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143542551329297394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is perfectly fine of course. Walking hand in hand down the streets of town enjoying each others company blah bleh bluh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one particular method that I violently object though and this is the focus of my entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R2GJLeMW1AI/AAAAAAAAAlM/NMh7cYPbBW8/s1600-h/couples-walking-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R2GJLeMW1AI/AAAAAAAAAlM/NMh7cYPbBW8/s320/couples-walking-big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143543079610274818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worse when both the boy's arm and the girl's arm are around each others waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why do you wish to make both of your lives difficult when you are walking amongst people who are rushing to their destinations, people who are frustrated, tired, broke, and worst of all, lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You both keep banging into each other but yet cannot seem to put away your arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save yourselves the discomfort and trouble of suffering the immense vibe of frustration around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good laugh though observing the situation, afterwards of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well just the opinion of a sleepy girl at 4 in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-8689205563438296633?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/8689205563438296633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=8689205563438296633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/8689205563438296633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/8689205563438296633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-takes-me-quite-awhile-to-walk-from.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R2GIsuMW0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/JKA_wtzl9WQ/s72-c/hold+hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-7669015141710695795</id><published>2007-12-13T14:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T15:40:30.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ishiki</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/Qc7SDJLFCz/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/Qc7SDJLFCz/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It takes great talent, passion and precision to be able to produce a good, solid song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got no idea what this song means, but I am in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you listen to it carefully, you will realise that every instrument used in this song plays a part in executing the mood and flow of the song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I find it amazing how the Japanese make their music. You can tell from a song that much thought have been given into what they want their listeners to receive from the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scale, tempo and feel of the song just makes everything so pleasant to the ears, or rather my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mice, I want the translation please. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do give it a listen. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I shall learn how to sing along to this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics &amp; Music: Shiina Ringo&lt;br /&gt;Arrangement: Bakeneko Killer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atama ga areba kaname wa kantan ni kata zuite&lt;br /&gt;kodomo to yobeba yogosare nai de sumu no sa&lt;br /&gt;boku ni sukoshi no kougousei&lt;br /&gt;kimi ni niau idenshi wo&lt;br /&gt;hito wa shiyou no nai koto ga suki nanodarou&lt;br /&gt;"USO WO TSUKUNAYO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naitara nandatte kono shiroi te ni hairi sou de&lt;br /&gt;kotae nara junsui da hikare atte iru konna fuu ni&lt;br /&gt;kimi wo aisuru tabun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikutsu ni nareba sabishisa ya kyoufu wa kie uru&lt;br /&gt;kodomo wo mote ba yagate kutsuu mo useru no ka&lt;br /&gt;kimi ga shitau shishunki to&lt;br /&gt;boku ga mochiiru hankouki&lt;br /&gt;mohaya goro wo awasu koto ga suki nano darou&lt;br /&gt;"USO WO TSUKUNAYO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naitara donna hou mo kutsugae shite ganbou douri&lt;br /&gt;kotae nara zannin da damashi atteiru konna fuu ni&lt;br /&gt;kimi wa aisuru tabun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"USO WO TSUKUNAYO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mou kore ijou shitte nemuranai yo to shinjuu misui&lt;br /&gt;omoide ni sanka shita kono ugai yaku CAMOUFLAGE&lt;br /&gt;nai mono choudai nante muzukatte iru youji douyou&lt;br /&gt;okaasama konbou no boku wo hajite irasshai masuka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kimi ga aishita boku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Translation. Thanks MICE!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consciousness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were smarter, to put things bluntly, i could get things done easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they call me a child, that'll be all, and i won’t have to dirty myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a slight photosynthesis for me, for you the genes that match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess people like helpless situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"don’t lie to me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i cry, i feel i could get anything with these white hands of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer is pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we’re attracted to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is how i love you, i think.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how old do I have to be to rid myself of loneliness and fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have a child, will i at last be rid of my suffering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you adore your adolescence, i take advantage of my rebellious stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we like our wordplay, don’t we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“don’t lie to me.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i cry, i can overrule any law and do as I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer is cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we’re fooling each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is how i love you, i think.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i know more than this, i can’t sleep at night, and i fail in my double suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my memories, an oxidized mouthwash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camouflage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m the same as a child whining for something that isn’t there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother, are you ashamed of this mixed child of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;strong&gt; loved&lt;/strong&gt; you.&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;Was catching up with an old friend online, and this was part of our conversation. We were discussing issues regarding my new job at a bar, and he came up with this theory regarding the money I will be earning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;den kau dapat gaji&lt;br /&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;kau gi money changer&lt;br /&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;kau tuka duit malaysia&lt;br /&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;den kau gi money changer lain&lt;br /&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;kau tuka balek&lt;br /&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;da lain duit&lt;br /&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;da halal&lt;br /&gt;'mie' says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;kirekan da neutral&lt;br /&gt;'mie' says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;mie' says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;'mie' says:&lt;br /&gt;AAHAHAHHAHAHAH SIAL AH&lt;br /&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;logic wat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-7669015141710695795?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/7669015141710695795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=7669015141710695795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/7669015141710695795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/7669015141710695795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/12/ishiki.html' title='Ishiki'/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-3038832769526744454</id><published>2007-12-11T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T13:00:35.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mice. I hope everything's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Could you please send me Shiina Ringo songs? Especially the one your blog. Okokok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWW.YOUSENDIT.COM PLEASE THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can zip the songs and use my account msg me for the username and password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwah love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-3038832769526744454?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/3038832769526744454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=3038832769526744454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3038832769526744454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3038832769526744454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/12/mice.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-1024241921987704286</id><published>2007-12-10T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T15:50:22.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall start off with town/pool with Amira and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10XOeMW0jI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ZKy5rhtFL8M/s1600-h/PB240105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142291886917472818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10XOeMW0jI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ZKy5rhtFL8M/s320/PB240105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10X4uMW0kI/AAAAAAAAAh0/3sz9mCihigU/s1600-h/PB240109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142292612766945858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10X4uMW0kI/AAAAAAAAAh0/3sz9mCihigU/s320/PB240109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most irritating guy in TPJC, Mr Mandheep Singh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10Y3uMW0lI/AAAAAAAAAh8/-IZdDj8Ozr0/s1600-h/PB240118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142293695098704466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10Y3uMW0lI/AAAAAAAAAh8/-IZdDj8Ozr0/s320/PB240118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my face when I'm taking a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10blOMW0mI/AAAAAAAAAiE/vKbsBajmsGg/s1600-h/PB240124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142296675806007906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10blOMW0mI/AAAAAAAAAiE/vKbsBajmsGg/s320/PB240124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altogether now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming with them girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R108jOMW04I/AAAAAAAAAkU/LCPLAQ_g9pw/s1600-h/SL270920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R108jOMW04I/AAAAAAAAAkU/LCPLAQ_g9pw/s320/SL270920.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142332925329986434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Fi for lunch at SP and headed to Jurong East Swimming Complex after school ended for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R1094eMW05I/AAAAAAAAAkc/1FHayxyht2E/s1600-h/SL270935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R1094eMW05I/AAAAAAAAAkc/1FHayxyht2E/s320/SL270935.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142334389913834386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roonie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10_2OMW07I/AAAAAAAAAko/ZEP8r3BnbM0/s1600-h/SL270941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10_2OMW07I/AAAAAAAAAko/ZEP8r3BnbM0/s320/SL270941.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142336550282384306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was new hair-do day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10cO-MW0nI/AAAAAAAAAiM/tgj-mLkvuY8/s1600-h/PC020139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142297393065546354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10cO-MW0nI/AAAAAAAAAiM/tgj-mLkvuY8/s320/PC020139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hairdresser did the curls for free but I felt too old in it so I decided to screw it up so by the time it was prom, my curls were back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10gJOMW0oI/AAAAAAAAAiU/VerbyKEKjSE/s1600-h/PC020140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142301692327809666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10gJOMW0oI/AAAAAAAAAiU/VerbyKEKjSE/s320/PC020140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amira. Faster come home I wanna go ice skating again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10hhOMW0pI/AAAAAAAAAic/s_vysHS980o/s1600-h/PC020142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142303204156297874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10hhOMW0pI/AAAAAAAAAic/s_vysHS980o/s320/PC020142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10h1-MW0qI/AAAAAAAAAik/aOWKqMDgzno/s1600-h/PC020143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142303560638583458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10h1-MW0qI/AAAAAAAAAik/aOWKqMDgzno/s320/PC020143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10j0uMW0rI/AAAAAAAAAis/AP1hqa2e5Es/s1600-h/PC020150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142305738187002546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10j0uMW0rI/AAAAAAAAAis/AP1hqa2e5Es/s320/PC020150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10qyOMW0sI/AAAAAAAAAi0/NNEPzncwFgY/s1600-h/PC030151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142313391818724034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10qyOMW0sI/AAAAAAAAAi0/NNEPzncwFgY/s320/PC030151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Roonie, prom queen nominee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10rqeMW0tI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Wk9yGIzzpYI/s1600-h/n775593452_477990_9798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142314358186365650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10rqeMW0tI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Wk9yGIzzpYI/s320/n775593452_477990_9798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Fir and Mr Bari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10sZuMW0uI/AAAAAAAAAjE/okRa3i1wDQE/s1600-h/n775593452_477995_1116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142315169935184610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10sZuMW0uI/AAAAAAAAAjE/okRa3i1wDQE/s320/n775593452_477995_1116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Faiz. Mimi. Amira. Mr Aidross. Mr Hakim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10s-OMW0vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/ENXvaeJl8-4/s1600-h/CIMG4554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142315797000409842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10s-OMW0vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/ENXvaeJl8-4/s320/CIMG4554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Roonie's mummy. She brought us chocolate haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R11To-MW09I/AAAAAAAAAk0/xHzNrCy4SNA/s1600-h/PC031251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R11To-MW09I/AAAAAAAAAk0/xHzNrCy4SNA/s320/PC031251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142358312881673170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti Fazilah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10t_OMW0wI/AAAAAAAAAjU/67eWMyUclMw/s1600-h/PC030155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142316913691906818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10t_OMW0wI/AAAAAAAAAjU/67eWMyUclMw/s320/PC030155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakim. Faiz. Cheng Kai. Khairul. Dinie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R15A_eMW0-I/AAAAAAAAAk8/S0gLlksdVa4/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R15A_eMW0-I/AAAAAAAAAk8/S0gLlksdVa4/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142619283684512738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Fishy Aishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10vjOMW0xI/AAAAAAAAAjc/L1FMGrQQ2JI/s1600-h/PC030158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142318631678825234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10vjOMW0xI/AAAAAAAAAjc/L1FMGrQQ2JI/s320/PC030158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10vzOMW0yI/AAAAAAAAAjk/YNA6qLilWcA/s1600-h/PC030160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142318906556732194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10vzOMW0yI/AAAAAAAAAjk/YNA6qLilWcA/s320/PC030160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10wHeMW0zI/AAAAAAAAAjs/gGSrRjZoSJ8/s1600-h/PC030159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142319254449083186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10wHeMW0zI/AAAAAAAAAjs/gGSrRjZoSJ8/s320/PC030159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was post prom at Phuture, Zouk. Kudos to Aresha, despite the bar sales. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10wW-MW00I/AAAAAAAAAj0/-lFYKM1d85M/s1600-h/PC040168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142319520737055554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10wW-MW00I/AAAAAAAAAj0/-lFYKM1d85M/s320/PC040168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10yNuMW01I/AAAAAAAAAj8/ZGyT6aspWgQ/s1600-h/PC040172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10yNuMW01I/AAAAAAAAAj8/ZGyT6aspWgQ/s320/PC040172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142321560846521170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heider the dance god. Probably the only one prepared with choreography in the entire dance floor. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10zE-MW02I/AAAAAAAAAkE/qI2NtXv12T8/s1600-h/PC040182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10zE-MW02I/AAAAAAAAAkE/qI2NtXv12T8/s320/PC040182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142322510034293602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aruna, me and Mora's stupid finger. Aisyah's at the back embarking on her grinding spree. She was a spit away from giving me head that horny piece of meat and don't you dare deny it Sha. =p=p=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. The rain's been making feel gloomy and to add to that, I am down with a bitch of a fever and flu, which is why I have time to produce this update, in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition was cancelled today the families are going off for a holiday. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next shift is on Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mum's leaving on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if things can get any worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do not worry I am not depressed or even close to depressed. There is still food in the kitchen, my body's fully intact, my bed is very comfortable and the SEA games have not failed to entertain me. In fact, I have learnt to appreciate Table Tennis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R1011uMW03I/AAAAAAAAAkM/1U31I64laww/s1600-h/prom07103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R1011uMW03I/AAAAAAAAAkM/1U31I64laww/s320/prom07103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142325546576171890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-1024241921987704286?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/1024241921987704286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=1024241921987704286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1024241921987704286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1024241921987704286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/12/pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R10XOeMW0jI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ZKy5rhtFL8M/s72-c/PB240105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-4963824455817338898</id><published>2007-12-10T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:33:21.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to disappear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-4963824455817338898?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/4963824455817338898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=4963824455817338898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/4963824455817338898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/4963824455817338898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-want-to-disappear.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-4494032752589158434</id><published>2007-12-07T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T00:27:33.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh to all who still don't know I am working at Wild Oats which is located behind the Istana, or rather, Hangout@Mt Emily. Please do drop by it is an awesome place with awesome people. No discounts or free drinks promised because I have no idea how to handle the bar and so cannot secretly sneak out drinks for you hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager is very nice though so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's list down the mistakes I made today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I spilled some red wine while preparing the wine station.&lt;br /&gt;2) I gave the wrong colour receipt to this dude when he paid with his credit card.&lt;br /&gt;3) I gave the bill to the wrong table and the lady was JUST about to sign on it when Sino came in to spot my mistake for me.&lt;br /&gt;4) A lady argued with me about smoking being allowed on the deck when it is not, so I had to, very obviously, leave it to Sino to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank god for Sino, who willingly told me all existing politics amongst workers and Mitch the manager, which made it seem like he was driving me away from the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I only worked 4 hours and so much took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this group of people who had a fucking huge cake to celebrate god knows who's birthday and got so upset with the fact that Wild Oats does not provide cutlery because they serve ONLY FINGER FOOD, which only requires your fingers or most to most toothpicks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow wow wow what a first day indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work on the 15th and me being new, am having much difficulty getting someone to take my place because mummy's leaving on the 15th and there is no way I am not going to be there at the airport to see my dear mummy off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh speaking of which to Fi Aruna Amira Hamaiza Hidayah (I think), thank you so much for coming to the kenduri. Especially to Aruna who made an effort to say 'Selamat Pergi Selamat Kembali' hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm going to be so sad but yes I shall only hope that she carries out her Haj in the bestest way possible and come home to us a better woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to come in at 7 for work tomorrow while Roonie's coming at 5 but Sino told me to come in at 5 as well because only Dzul and Roons gonna do opening so he thinks I should be there as well to help Roons set up the furniture and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My left hand and my foot's aching like a bitch and my brain's a whole pile of mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I go to get my shower and SLEEEEEEEEEEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I am sorry to disappoint all of you because I am too god damn lazy to post up the pictures today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BROTHER IS HOME LAH LIKE FINALLY YEAYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my laptop and my brother back. :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-4494032752589158434?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/4494032752589158434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=4494032752589158434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/4494032752589158434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/4494032752589158434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-day-of-work.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-6038004127907137529</id><published>2007-12-04T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T20:30:09.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Narimah introduced me to a very heated blog war, which happens to be one of the few that is taking place at this very moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hilarious really. To think these people are supposed to be the older ones who are to be role models to the younger ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why equate age to maturity and 'ability to be the bigger person' when the older ones who have established themselves as successful, socially active, blahblahblahblahblah, are engaging in such horrible exchange of opinions based on absolutely nothing that would be useful in saving the environment, economy or world peace for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So prom's out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom was utterly disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped that the host was motherfucking hot I swear. He had a weird slang though and kept screaming into the bloody microphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food 5/10. Boo Hyatt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company. 10/10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post prom was a great success in terms of crowd. Half the time we were laughing at some weird weird people who danced in an extremely weird way. The music was fantabulous. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics, later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-6038004127907137529?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/6038004127907137529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=6038004127907137529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/6038004127907137529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/6038004127907137529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/12/narimah-introduced-me-to-very-heated.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-7360055701250397367</id><published>2007-11-26T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T02:18:10.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FI. I was gonna comment on ur LJ but what the hell I am so touched I shall dedicate an entry to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what Fi updated on her &lt;a href="http://fisummerv.livejournal.com/"&gt;LJ&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i am a great believer in the quote 'Everything happens for a reason', and now, after almost 2 years that has gone by, i finally know the reason as to why i got into TPJC for the first 3 months in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i just got accepted, i thought the reason was so that i would get a rough idea of how things would be in a JC, since i really wanted to get into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was there during the 3 months, i thought the reason was so that i could use it to my advantage to minus off an additional 2 points to my L1R5 score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i didn't get accepted and ended up in a poly, i thought the reason as to why i got into the school for the first 3 months was just to.... piss me off when i think about it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. after more than a year, i know the real reason, and i believe this is one of the biggest reason why i got accepted and went to TPJC last year from january-march: it is to meet mimi. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i know her for only 3 months, and although we had nothing that would normally keep friends in contact, we still did anyway.&lt;br /&gt;different schools and different schedules, we still kept in close contact since then even though it was mostly through MSN, because we didn't have time to meet often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had been there for me through the shitiest of my times, and i choose to believe i had been there for her through most of hers too haha.&lt;br /&gt;i still remember the times when some things that would happen to her made her upset, and i remember that most of it was caused by an ex-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew what went on most of the time because she told me whatever that happened, and i listen to everything, and i would recognise the mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;i now know that i was supposed to learn from the mistakes, even if they were made by someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i hadn't known about all that, she would've warned me.&lt;br /&gt;she would've warned me about the mistakes I was making. she would've warned me to not do anything that would cause more harm than good. and she did. she warned me about the consequences of my actions, but i just had to be so stubborn and refused listen to her. i was so stubborn, i heard her advices, but didn't take them. i chose to think that maybe, my case was different. i chose to think that maybe the person i was pining for was different from the person she was pining for. but as it turns out, my case was exactly the same as hers had been, and as it turns out, both men were the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfriends may come and go, but as the spice girls had taught us, and is still teaching us for that matter, friendships never end. so my point is, friends always just want the best for you and will always look out for you, so think about what they say and consider their advices before you act, even though ultimately, the decision is yours to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I have made an impact to someone's life feels great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that all I have been through has helped someone get through her life in a better and smarter way feels fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is, my friend thinks I am a great friend, which is exactly what I always try to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU LA FI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YEAY ARUNA COMING OVER TMR BODOOOO! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0m7Dn6_6VI/AAAAAAAAAhk/3JmLy5lr37g/s1600-h/SANY0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0m7Dn6_6VI/AAAAAAAAAhk/3JmLy5lr37g/s320/SANY0092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136842520923203922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else I could possibly ask for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-7360055701250397367?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/7360055701250397367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=7360055701250397367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/7360055701250397367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/7360055701250397367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/11/fi.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0m7Dn6_6VI/AAAAAAAAAhk/3JmLy5lr37g/s72-c/SANY0092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-8297929415856155746</id><published>2007-11-25T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T18:15:52.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Times when I have absolutely nothing to do, I would secretly come up with murder plots to kill certain people in the most merciless way possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how the people you supposedly love the most, makes you feel the worst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleddy cheebai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-8297929415856155746?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/8297929415856155746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=8297929415856155746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/8297929415856155746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/8297929415856155746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/11/times-when-i-have-absolutely-nothing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-1459437234818108764</id><published>2007-11-24T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T12:46:36.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My laptop is having a holiday in Indonesia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell I can't believe I actually miss my brother. He's away for a month to work, and has taken my laptop with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His computer is now my best friend because I have been running out of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got one kid to tutor starting Monday and it's over at Choa Chu Kang which is great because I love the CCK swimming pool and can probably head there after lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aruna's coming over to be my temporary roommate and I fucking cannot wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found random pictures, old ones, over in this computer. Old friends, memorable events, old boyfriends, drunken episodes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes, pictures speak a thousand words. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0elW36_6KI/AAAAAAAAAgM/21SVbWPyTQ8/s1600-h/Picture+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0elW36_6KI/AAAAAAAAAgM/21SVbWPyTQ8/s320/Picture+090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136255712426453154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot who was on the crutches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0elj36_6LI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Ft0065Q78jM/s1600-h/Picture+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0elj36_6LI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Ft0065Q78jM/s320/Picture+091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136255935764752562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aruna in her stupid uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0emE36_6MI/AAAAAAAAAgc/WL4AKUzC_ug/s1600-h/Picture+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0emE36_6MI/AAAAAAAAAgc/WL4AKUzC_ug/s320/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136256502700435650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Council chalet &lt;em&gt;sial&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0em6X6_6NI/AAAAAAAAAgk/cWcI5rs2ljQ/s1600-h/06S07+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0em6X6_6NI/AAAAAAAAAgk/cWcI5rs2ljQ/s320/06S07+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136257421823437010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0enm36_6OI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Go1lYRfvgDI/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0enm36_6OI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Go1lYRfvgDI/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136258186327615714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riverside Sec School uniform. Kill the designer, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0eoR36_6PI/AAAAAAAAAg0/e1_eF6QPfwg/s1600-h/gerls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0eoR36_6PI/AAAAAAAAAg0/e1_eF6QPfwg/s320/gerls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136258925061990642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Council Camp. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0epOn6_6QI/AAAAAAAAAg8/NSpbc85zMu8/s1600-h/d+group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0epOn6_6QI/AAAAAAAAAg8/NSpbc85zMu8/s320/d+group.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136259968739043586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old hari raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0eqYH6_6SI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ljlH5ap0llM/s1600-h/Scan10036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0eqYH6_6SI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ljlH5ap0llM/s320/Scan10036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136261231459428642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini Mie One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0eqO36_6RI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Dv729RuuUME/s1600-h/Scan10038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0eqO36_6RI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Dv729RuuUME/s320/Scan10038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136261072545638674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini Mie Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the latest Hari Raya I had. Thank you Saleh for the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0eq4X6_6TI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ImfuOB9JWpw/s1600-h/25102007181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0eq4X6_6TI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ImfuOB9JWpw/s320/25102007181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136261785510209842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Ali's/Md Nuh's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0erWX6_6UI/AAAAAAAAAhc/lMirSujBXCk/s1600-h/25102007183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0erWX6_6UI/AAAAAAAAAhc/lMirSujBXCk/s320/25102007183.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136262300906285378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the dudes, and Saleh's sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice meeting up with the dudes again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to go on, so that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall leave you with some soft porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xd_nYP5JQeo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xd_nYP5JQeo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-1459437234818108764?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/1459437234818108764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=1459437234818108764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1459437234818108764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1459437234818108764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-laptop-is-having-holiday-in.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/R0elW36_6KI/AAAAAAAAAgM/21SVbWPyTQ8/s72-c/Picture+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-8223722372022759676</id><published>2007-11-23T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T20:14:28.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the A levels are finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That oh-so-essential post A levels euphoria is surprisingly absent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that there's no studying to do, I.am.dead.bored.at.home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is some fantastic company for a short dinner session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aruna just had to stay in Upper Changi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fi just had to move to Pasir Ris instead of Woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nrmh takde duit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mice is somewhere out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am officially fucked, and very hungry might I add.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-8223722372022759676?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/8223722372022759676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=8223722372022759676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/8223722372022759676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/8223722372022759676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-a-levels-are-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-963678086584601912</id><published>2007-11-15T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:27:07.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brother : So *insert friend's name*, which secondary school did you go to eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend : Yusof Ishak Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother : Oh wow. The man who prints our money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi : Slap yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a male bimbo again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-963678086584601912?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/963678086584601912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=963678086584601912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/963678086584601912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/963678086584601912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-brother-so-insert-friends-name-which.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-2744683502455707868</id><published>2007-11-14T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T19:32:19.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary definitions : -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i)   Length of time a person or thing has existed&lt;br /&gt;(ii)  Time of life&lt;br /&gt;(iii) Latter part of human life&lt;br /&gt;(iv)  Period of history&lt;br /&gt;(v)   Long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my main concern here would be definition (i).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to what extent should age be the tool for measuring any particular person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age is not the equivalent of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age is not the equivalent of maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age is definitely not what determines the amount of respect one deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody supposedly deserves respect isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it fair to use age to determine that exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always being talked down upon based on my age. I am fully aware that I am only a 18-year-old struggling to find herself and settle on her comfort zone in this sick place called Earth. I most definitely do not need anyone to remind me of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how fair is it for anyone to determine or calculate my level of knowledge based on my age? In fact this applies to everybody else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone lives their own separate lives. Knowledge acquired by each and every one of us is without a doubt extremely different. So how can it be measured?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the pathetic idiot who got kicked out of school could know something better than a degree holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you are older than me, does not give you the right to belittle me. I was once told, treat others the way you wish to be treated, and we should all bear that in mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is priceless. Please, offer me all the knowledge in the world. It would be my pleasure to receive knowledge, in any form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just hope to be recognised as someone who will continue learning and live to share, not brag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-2744683502455707868?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/2744683502455707868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=2744683502455707868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/2744683502455707868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/2744683502455707868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-is-age-dictionary-definitions-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-1914459471964242641</id><published>2007-11-13T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:18:46.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally got sick of Fifa 08 and came back to my room. I left my Windows Media Player playing by accident. So I sat down and turned up the volumes to hear this particular song playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I had this warm and fuzzy feeling and sweet sweet memories came rushing back in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was beaming like a retard alone in my room. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CYhj9NrBYWs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CYhj9NrBYWs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'there's somethin' bout your love,&lt;br /&gt; that makes me weak and,&lt;br /&gt; knocks me off my feet'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/24885662-1914459471964242641?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/1914459471964242641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=1914459471964242641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1914459471964242641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1914459471964242641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-finally-got-sick-of-fifa-08-and-came.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-5905983897009301439</id><published>2007-11-11T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:12:41.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Za84cUPpaCc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Za84cUPpaCc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tak usah kau ucap selamat tinggal,&lt;br /&gt; pergilah, jangan kau lafazkan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Rizal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I call, old school. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-5905983897009301439?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/5905983897009301439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=5905983897009301439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5905983897009301439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5905983897009301439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/11/tak-usah-kau-ucap-selamat-tinggal.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-2377254043287418426</id><published>2007-11-11T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T17:14:18.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was studying when I stopped to reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss TPJC. As fucked up as it is, the friends I made; priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers are probably the ones I will remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzahOQIQTkI/AAAAAAAAAdE/kt5BX4KOVW0/s1600-h/P1050715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131466091655089730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzahOQIQTkI/AAAAAAAAAdE/kt5BX4KOVW0/s320/P1050715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math. Mr Kevin Ng. The one who will never get angry. We used to be the most disobedient and uninterested bunch in year one. Even then, he never gave up on us. He stood outside the exam hall after paper 2 for his students, smiling from ear to ear. When I skipped my lectures (I was absent for almost all lectures), I would feel bad only because of him. I'll then step into Math tutorial a period after the lecture with that 'I'm sorry 'cher for skipping lecture but I'll pay attention for this tutorial' look, and doze off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzamqAIQTlI/AAAAAAAAAdM/m5bh4VQEsvU/s1600-h/p+(51).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131472065954598482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzamqAIQTlI/AAAAAAAAAdM/m5bh4VQEsvU/s320/p+(51).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry. Ms Leow Ling Ling. Only the funniest and dorky teacher around. Still, very dedicated and the one I spent the most time with for consultation. Only because Chemistry was probably my weakest subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd say "Hamimah, really leh, I got a lot of faith in you one. Must do ah, really, can one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rzar-QIQTmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/cq90-zKTE6M/s1600-h/PA120016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131477911405088354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rzar-QIQTmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/cq90-zKTE6M/s320/PA120016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology. Never studied it ever, but always wanted to. Which was why I chose to do it anyhow. I never ever passed it until the prelims, and I didn't do too bad. Ms Liu's encouragement always came in font, but still did me good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzawfQIQTnI/AAAAAAAAAdc/So01tDqBwKQ/s1600-h/PA120022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131482876387282546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzawfQIQTnI/AAAAAAAAAdc/So01tDqBwKQ/s320/PA120022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal favourite, Cikgu Rabiah/Rabies/Rab. Hottest, sweetest, and very very very like me, in terms of the screechy irritating voice and humour. She would give me a ride home ever so often and there will always be food in the car. She will drive with her leg up on her seat and it cracks me up all the time. I cannot wait to visit you and your second kid soooon. The best, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the classmates. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzayCQIQTpI/AAAAAAAAAds/XmyX--tQSpY/s1600-h/P8080153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131484577194331794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzayCQIQTpI/AAAAAAAAAds/XmyX--tQSpY/s320/P8080153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Day Year One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzaxygIQToI/AAAAAAAAAdk/61g5U6r5cq8/s1600-h/1_598035390l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131484306611392130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzaxygIQToI/AAAAAAAAAdk/61g5U6r5cq8/s320/1_598035390l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Day Year Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzaypwIQTqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/h59ftBTLMzQ/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131485255799164578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzaypwIQTqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/h59ftBTLMzQ/s320/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simpang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzazTQIQTtI/AAAAAAAAAeM/gcpHpSvBYfg/s1600-h/558595122_4249d4905f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131485968763735762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzazTQIQTtI/AAAAAAAAAeM/gcpHpSvBYfg/s320/558595122_4249d4905f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzazHQIQTsI/AAAAAAAAAeE/o7puE6F6lvw/s1600-h/558530474_24ebf1e52c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131485762605305538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzazHQIQTsI/AAAAAAAAAeE/o7puE6F6lvw/s320/558530474_24ebf1e52c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rzay6gIQTrI/AAAAAAAAAd8/0ZyMHF0WTX0/s1600-h/558530464_199cc54437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131485543561973426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rzay6gIQTrI/AAAAAAAAAd8/0ZyMHF0WTX0/s320/558530464_199cc54437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service Learning at the Children's Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's my favourite boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rzaz5wIQTuI/AAAAAAAAAeU/-yt6wIGomI4/s1600-h/1_692737934l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rzaz5wIQTuI/AAAAAAAAAeU/-yt6wIGomI4/s320/1_692737934l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131486630188699362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very fucked up me after Dancefest. Thank you to you three for making me feel that much better. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rza0ZQIQTvI/AAAAAAAAAec/etOHjDp4n-M/s1600-h/p+(11).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rza0ZQIQTvI/AAAAAAAAAec/etOHjDp4n-M/s320/p+(11).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131487171354578674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual scene in the MLEP room, and Nawawi's stupid face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rza0wAIQTwI/AAAAAAAAAek/AjJgFwVl8Hg/s1600-h/p+(22).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rza0wAIQTwI/AAAAAAAAAek/AjJgFwVl8Hg/s320/p+(22).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131487562196602626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Faisal and Wi, having a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rza1DgIQTxI/AAAAAAAAAes/2e8MZjjlDPU/s1600-h/p+(25).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rza1DgIQTxI/AAAAAAAAAes/2e8MZjjlDPU/s320/p+(25).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131487897204051730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashraf, vertically challenged, but a looker nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rza1jwIQTyI/AAAAAAAAAe0/sUjDF2OKbiE/s1600-h/p+(53).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rza1jwIQTyI/AAAAAAAAAe0/sUjDF2OKbiE/s320/p+(53).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131488451254832930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rza3iwIQT1I/AAAAAAAAAfM/VgGuwb1U0g0/s1600-h/PA260092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rza3iwIQT1I/AAAAAAAAAfM/VgGuwb1U0g0/s320/PA260092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131490633098219346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rza14wIQTzI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Zv5grM-mHoA/s1600-h/p+(63).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rza14wIQTzI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Zv5grM-mHoA/s320/p+(63).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131488812032085810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the cigarettes I have taken from you guys, please remember that once upon a time I was the sole provider. So that's settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my hardest times, ironically you guys were always there never failing to bring out the retard in me, when it's missing that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that awesome company you guys provide, I cannot repay. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TARIAN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzbHQAIQT8I/AAAAAAAAAgE/hTnaQp1FwAU/s1600-h/kayanganlestari003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzbHQAIQT8I/AAAAAAAAAgE/hTnaQp1FwAU/s320/kayanganlestari003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131507903161716674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzbHHQIQT7I/AAAAAAAAAf8/vunFLdBg7XM/s1600-h/273225401l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzbHHQIQT7I/AAAAAAAAAf8/vunFLdBg7XM/s320/273225401l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131507752837861298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzbHAgIQT6I/AAAAAAAAAf0/38QWR_PowKM/s1600-h/31885218848133l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzbHAgIQT6I/AAAAAAAAAf0/38QWR_PowKM/s320/31885218848133l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131507636873744290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzbGhwIQT5I/AAAAAAAAAfs/jlRAiPRq0Fo/s1600-h/693513348l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzbGhwIQT5I/AAAAAAAAAfs/jlRAiPRq0Fo/s320/693513348l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131507108592766866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am looking forward to dancing with you in future, loser. And for all the torture we gave each other during ur ketua tarian days, you know it's all in the name of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rza29gIQT0I/AAAAAAAAAfE/LMELYLrxFCk/s1600-h/p+(59).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rza29gIQT0I/AAAAAAAAAfE/LMELYLrxFCk/s320/p+(59).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131489993148092226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much has happened, but we're still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our apologies and exchanged our thanks. I guess that's enough for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rza3-gIQT2I/AAAAAAAAAfU/uWc83AF66lw/s1600-h/P9230046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rza3-gIQT2I/AAAAAAAAAfU/uWc83AF66lw/s320/P9230046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131491109839589218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you. What can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For keeps, woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rza4VQIQT3I/AAAAAAAAAfc/4Sr234pcoBw/s1600-h/p+(45).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rza4VQIQT3I/AAAAAAAAAfc/4Sr234pcoBw/s320/p+(45).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131491500681613170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss watching you sleep when I come to school in the morning Cheeky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rza5qAIQT4I/AAAAAAAAAfk/gENnMwg6wIA/s1600-h/p+(24).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rza5qAIQT4I/AAAAAAAAAfk/gENnMwg6wIA/s320/p+(24).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131492956675526530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Back to the papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-2377254043287418426?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/2377254043287418426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=2377254043287418426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/2377254043287418426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/2377254043287418426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-studying-when-i-stopped-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzahOQIQTkI/AAAAAAAAAdE/kt5BX4KOVW0/s72-c/P1050715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-4344866048336863461</id><published>2007-11-10T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T19:27:49.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzWVDAIQTjI/AAAAAAAAAc8/DWCn3-IWQG8/s1600-h/DSC02296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzWVDAIQTjI/AAAAAAAAAc8/DWCn3-IWQG8/s320/DSC02296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131171229265317426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often would you be able to get me avoiding the camera shot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a horrid night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am anticipating the end of the A's; back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my well-deserved break, and now I'm gonna get the ball rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you. You suck. You suck balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gyargh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-4344866048336863461?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/4344866048336863461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=4344866048336863461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/4344866048336863461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/4344866048336863461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-often-would-you-be-able-to-get-me.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RzWVDAIQTjI/AAAAAAAAAc8/DWCn3-IWQG8/s72-c/DSC02296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-5512064802913995654</id><published>2007-11-09T16:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T16:26:47.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People are just full of shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-5512064802913995654?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/5512064802913995654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=5512064802913995654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5512064802913995654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5512064802913995654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/11/people-are-just-full-of-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-4461197698480709504</id><published>2007-11-08T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T16:22:08.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sure all of you remember the Indian version of Mr Jackson's Thriller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll whoever it is, is back with another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZA1NoOOoaNw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZA1NoOOoaNw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go go go go check it out. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of that, I decided to indulge in some Micheal Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man I still remember the steps. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1yjtGZDMoZM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1yjtGZDMoZM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-4461197698480709504?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/4461197698480709504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=4461197698480709504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/4461197698480709504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/4461197698480709504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-sure-all-of-you-remember-indian.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-8404169888003553991</id><published>2007-11-08T14:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T15:06:32.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sharing is caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognition, however, should never be the aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I was watching tv proper for the first time in a long time, and Ms USA was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ms California was asked, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it okay for women to use their beauty to gain benefits?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, depends on circumstances. But you always got to be pretty on the inside as well that's most important. Beauty comes from within *BLAHBLAHBLAH*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She barely answered the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ironic is that huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, Fi's coming over to study and I am just god damn hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASTER I WANT MY ZINGER BURGER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-8404169888003553991?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/8404169888003553991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=8404169888003553991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/8404169888003553991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/8404169888003553991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/11/sharing-is-caring.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-2971400443614495705</id><published>2007-11-07T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T23:08:39.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What could be more refreshing than fantastic, god-given voices, coupled with fantastic arrangement and melody executed by very very very talented musicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besame Mucho is probably one of the most beautiful songs to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am a sucker for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot put down in words how much I love this bloody song. It makes me feel fuzzy, romantic, and pedihhhh laa beb, all at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FsmWzFNw0_o&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FsmWzFNw0_o&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Bocelli's version, which is my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Esdl_3kKSBk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Esdl_3kKSBk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caseria Evora's version; So pedih I couldn't stop shaking my head when I listen to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, to the saxophonist and violinist. 10 stars to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XA0BH5eWH0w&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XA0BH5eWH0w&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a commendable effort by an amateur. None other than Mr Sanjaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-2971400443614495705?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/2971400443614495705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=2971400443614495705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/2971400443614495705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/2971400443614495705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-could-be-more-refreshing-than.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-2489433700124082495</id><published>2007-11-05T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T17:44:24.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was busy reinforcing my knowledge on Mendelian Genetics, Charles Darwin theories and Genetic Engineering when my mum stepped in to give me a kiss on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awe man I cannot explain how good that felt, I think I almost felt a teardrop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy for her, yet I fear the time she will spend away to do her Haj end of this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mum. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Ry7lmEtYlpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/s8bgynZyiAs/s1600-h/DSCN0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Ry7lmEtYlpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/s8bgynZyiAs/s320/DSCN0200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129289467883460242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian or not, nothing beats having you as my mum. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aruna, fatigue's catching up on me but I am refraining myself from calling you so as to not waste precious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am telling myself that I have to kick some ass tomorrow, for both papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better do the same bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-2489433700124082495?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Ry7lmEtYlpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/s8bgynZyiAs/s72-c/DSCN0200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-4167241672899675372</id><published>2007-11-04T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T15:27:07.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Complaining is futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we should just stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Brown makes me feel cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4DC4Rb9quKk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4DC4Rb9quKk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Brown faster come to Sg lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-4167241672899675372?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/4167241672899675372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=4167241672899675372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/4167241672899675372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/4167241672899675372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/11/complaining-is-futile.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-2072203342159940049</id><published>2007-11-03T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T20:21:26.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's nothing you can do if things don't go your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are good days and bad days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the bad ones, our foul selves show, myself included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you ask me, the one thing I believe I can do better than anyone, would be to pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as to not hurt others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not shame others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bring everyone down together with you, just because your day went bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's all come in unison to listen to Bob Marley's wise words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than just copying his hairstyle. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iqWOCb94bSU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iqWOCb94bSU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because nothing and nobody can make me happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'In every life we have some trouble, but when you worry you make it double, don't worry, be happy'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooooooooooooohh ooohh oohh ohhh ohhh ohhh......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-2072203342159940049?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/2072203342159940049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=2072203342159940049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/2072203342159940049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/2072203342159940049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/11/theres-nothing-you-can-do-if-things.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-3803835798526803825</id><published>2007-11-02T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T15:54:29.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home, entered my room, switched on the radio, and Daniel Powter was spouting nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So you had a bad day....blah blah blah'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell how coincidental is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths paper was bad. To think I walked into the exam hall, extremely motivated to do well, with everything in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First 2 pages was fine, until it came to the last 2 pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like hittin my head on the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that stupid invigilator took 3 mins just to notice that I was waving my hands up like a lunatic in need of writing paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am just very unmotivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no no no no this cannot happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-3803835798526803825?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/3803835798526803825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=3803835798526803825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3803835798526803825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3803835798526803825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/11/now-now.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-1290417483253630387</id><published>2007-11-02T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T00:46:58.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would make a mockery out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got more important things to worry about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-1290417483253630387?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/1290417483253630387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=1290417483253630387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1290417483253630387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1290417483253630387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-would-make-mockery-out-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-6955142692660040931</id><published>2007-10-30T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T09:07:00.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah cibai la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall update on the rest of my Hari Raya and Graduation, soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-6955142692660040931?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/6955142692660040931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=6955142692660040931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/6955142692660040931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/6955142692660040931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/10/ah-cibai-la.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-6907714236922525975</id><published>2007-10-29T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T00:07:10.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RyXhOktYlnI/AAAAAAAAAck/5fbmTNsmwyA/s1600-h/SANY0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RyXhOktYlnI/AAAAAAAAAck/5fbmTNsmwyA/s320/SANY0023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126751391319627378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Siti Hamimah Bte Abd Hamid. &lt;br /&gt;Centre/Index No : 3020/0769&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the A levels has begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like finally battling Mr X in Bareknuckle after whacking all the mini-bosses and little people and irritating jumping bitches in the earlier stages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like finally facing Sarevok in Baldur's Gate 1 or Irenicus in Baldur's Gate 2 after going through the hassle of travelling town to town, having some party members dead, and battling those filthy beastlings, kamikazes, trolls and ogres. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or finally coming one on one with M.Bison in street fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Shao Kahn and Shang Tsung in Mortal Kombat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Geese Howard in The King Of Fighters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy oh boy I miss gaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. All those mini-battles, where I didn't exactly come out victorious, have brought me to this. With that much experience, I shall make full use of it at this final battle, to punch, flying kick, slam, cast my mage and cleric spells, slash with my sword, shoot arrows with my bow and crossbow, 'hadouken', 'shuriken', 'sonic boom', 'kaiser wave', and do my ultimate combo to whack them A level papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'mcm betolllll...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see if I emerge with 'Flawless Victory'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or end up being the victim of a 'Fatality'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RyXqJ0tYloI/AAAAAAAAAcs/mt-_Iowi9yA/s1600-h/e82791ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RyXqJ0tYloI/AAAAAAAAAcs/mt-_Iowi9yA/s320/e82791ba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126761205319898754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'KEBABABABABABABISHBUSHHH'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-6907714236922525975?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/6907714236922525975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=6907714236922525975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/6907714236922525975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/6907714236922525975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RyXhOktYlnI/AAAAAAAAAck/5fbmTNsmwyA/s72-c/SANY0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-6140292632332247147</id><published>2007-10-23T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:15:46.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yBOLg6IMc_M&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yBOLg6IMc_M&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, I would have accepted the fact that almost all who read this junk stopped bothering to watch the videos I post up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I simply enjoy sharing good music, because I believe I have quite the taste in music, most of the time. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaanyway, this is a video of my all-time favourite guitarist. Since the first time I saw him fuck his guitar up front centre, it was evident that he's one of the best players you can find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Satriani - Cool No 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite song of his. Oh and in this video, the bass line is orgasmic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am just a sucker for groovy tunes, hot and talented musicians, especially those that make full use of their hands and fingers. =p =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No that's not what I meant you horny pieces of shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-6140292632332247147?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/6140292632332247147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=6140292632332247147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/6140292632332247147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/6140292632332247147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/10/by-now-i-would-have-accepted-fact-that.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-6739401229917813637</id><published>2007-10-21T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T16:09:47.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's the similarity between Malays and sperm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DRUM ROLLLLLL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one in a million make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhhhahahahahahahahahahhaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-6739401229917813637?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/6739401229917813637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=6739401229917813637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/6739401229917813637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/6739401229917813637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/10/whats-similarity-between-malays-and.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-4967067400069295651</id><published>2007-10-19T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T18:18:23.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bmWYEi6_zvo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bmWYEi6_zvo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this kiddo out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that he has a very likeable personality and an extremely adorable face, he is a good singer for his age.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He considers every note while he sings, and in this performance he hit all his notes. He considers the meaning of the song, and that husky shit going on with his voice is just refreshing. He controls his notes very well, from the low ranged one to the higher ranged ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now check this idiot out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fTojgGf-xZM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fTojgGf-xZM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) He looks like less of a man in that stupid hat.&lt;br /&gt;2) He started off his song, off-key. Then he gave that 'wdf why am i off key' face as if Mayuni Omar was at fault.&lt;br /&gt;3) That probably screwed up his concentration and he, therefore, screwed up the song.&lt;br /&gt;4) The piano had to chase him halfway through the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrid. He should have been out by this week. But of course, you know of the deaf female population we have in this country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at Victor Tang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shauna Simon got kicked out because of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, how many times have we heard this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's a singing competition. I hope you vote considering that fact.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever who really listens anyway. People like me watch, complain, but we believe our smses can be put to better use exchanging crap information with our fellow buddies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to see Fendi be the first Live The Dream champion soloist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn between 'By Definition' and 'Cats in the Cradle' though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front man for 'Cats in the Cradle' is just too too too hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-4967067400069295651?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/4967067400069295651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=4967067400069295651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/4967067400069295651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/4967067400069295651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/10/check-this-kiddo-out.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-3067801125547330430</id><published>2007-10-14T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T14:44:17.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hari raya was well, hari raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am busy studying, but there's this urge to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll leave you with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RxG4qWaOOvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/jcBMiBo-2tI/s1600-h/PA130027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RxG4qWaOOvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/jcBMiBo-2tI/s320/PA130027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121077289006545650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful sanctuary. Minus the fat brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RxG5BGaOOwI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ztd1PlskoNs/s1600-h/PA130037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RxG5BGaOOwI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ztd1PlskoNs/s320/PA130037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121077679848569602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy family. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RxG5R2aOOxI/AAAAAAAAAcU/fPrEoq5ri6Q/s1600-h/PA130035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RxG5R2aOOxI/AAAAAAAAAcU/fPrEoq5ri6Q/s320/PA130035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121077967611378450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who are always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RxG6SmaOOyI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ynqh5YEpHQs/s1600-h/PA130052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RxG6SmaOOyI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ynqh5YEpHQs/s320/PA130052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121079080007908130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope yall had a good hari raya. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-3067801125547330430?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/3067801125547330430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=3067801125547330430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3067801125547330430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3067801125547330430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/10/hari-raya-was-well-hari-raya.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RxG4qWaOOvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/jcBMiBo-2tI/s72-c/PA130027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-2898513715641502675</id><published>2007-10-11T05:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T05:38:57.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ramadhan's coming to a closure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ramadhan is by far the worst for me, because of many reasons put together. There's not much of a hari raya for me either, but like I always do, I'll make the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is after all, Aidilfitri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all I have wronged, in the slightest ways or otherwise, I am deeply sorry. Misunderstandings are inevitable. Ego clashes are unavoidable. Conflict is too much of a norm. With age of course, others would have seen and been through more, and that experience itself shapes a person's mind. I believe however that at this point, it is suffice for me to say that, I understand fully that we are all humans here. We are all driven by our own needs, our own desires, our own emotions. Some don't realise the severity of that particular drive, which results in the group of people with not so desirable traits and appeal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is. We beings must remember that forgiveness is what can make this world a better place. Grudges are unnecessary, as at the end of the day, they are living their lives, and so should you. I don't think it's any good to dwell in such negativity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my sincere apology to the few who read this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a fantastic person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am your friend, I try to be the best friend I can be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am your girlfriend, you are lost in your own fantasy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am your sister, I try to be the best sister I can be, which is god damn hard ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am your daughter, there is no doubt that I will be your daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am your enemy, honestly, I don't really care. But consider my opinions, because it will undoubtedly bring you more good than harm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is extremely unpleasant to be angry every day of your life, trust me. Your feelings are only yours to conquer, so do it well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, my focus is on one thing, and one thing only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only a few days left to the A levels, and the nerves are accumulating. Luckily I have found a way to channel those nerves into positivity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I succeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, guys. Maaf zahir dan batin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-2898513715641502675?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/2898513715641502675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=2898513715641502675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/2898513715641502675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/2898513715641502675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/10/ramadhans-coming-to-closure.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-1069794958496746668</id><published>2007-10-09T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:55:05.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I have to say for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no point doing something you do not want to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-1069794958496746668?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/1069794958496746668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=1069794958496746668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1069794958496746668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1069794958496746668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-i-have-to-say-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-1077436049670926988</id><published>2007-10-08T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T17:18:32.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing can make me happier than the way good music does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g8s-P9nFmLs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g8s-P9nFmLs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shayne Ward - If That's Ok With You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bullshit love song, of course. It's catchy though, and I never thought that this fella was hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't like the dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song was on repeat the entire bloody day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna make you feel like you are heaven on earth, &lt;br /&gt;Hold you in my arms when you cry,&lt;br /&gt;If that's okay with you....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any boy sings this to any of you girls out there, please slap their faces. I have come to a conclusion, since some time back, that boys are boys, and such things exceed their capabilities. If they tell you they want to keep your toothbrush in their apartment and ask you to move in, chances are he just wants some loving, sweet or not, whenever he can. The evidence just keeps piling up, eh fi? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there. I did fine and so will you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despicable, sia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-1077436049670926988?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/1077436049670926988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=1077436049670926988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1077436049670926988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1077436049670926988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/10/nothing-can-make-me-happier-than-way.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-3860828015310635167</id><published>2007-10-08T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T01:43:38.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Times like these, I am very much in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet its a sad fact that I have to run this all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a journey that will determine my future, my future only, so it's reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird because I've never been under such massive brain-draining and high stress levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is not bliss when you are being ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-3860828015310635167?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/3860828015310635167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=3860828015310635167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3860828015310635167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3860828015310635167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-1282898441255232247</id><published>2007-10-06T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T02:02:58.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>waddayaknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just what i expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so annoyingly predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*points gun on head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-1282898441255232247?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/1282898441255232247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=1282898441255232247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1282898441255232247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1282898441255232247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/10/waddayaknow.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-5095657592236304047</id><published>2007-10-03T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:54:27.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BnCGkwf_v3M"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BnCGkwf_v3M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spice girls is the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you don't want to watch that video it is for my viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no room for loving, stop that push and shovin' yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna know about that love thing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WOO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-5095657592236304047?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/5095657592236304047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=5095657592236304047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5095657592236304047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5095657592236304047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/10/spice-girls-is-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-8086212150152930272</id><published>2007-10-02T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T18:36:35.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-8086212150152930272?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/8086212150152930272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=8086212150152930272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/8086212150152930272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/8086212150152930272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/10/arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-1559495334072138016</id><published>2007-10-02T05:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:51:36.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm finally in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, simpang bedok with the supposed 06S34 peepshmacks. 6 of which didn't turn up, leaving only 4 of us entertaining ourselves silly, inclusive of one non-06S34, but very closely affiliated indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFnSfZjgUI/AAAAAAAAAak/RmP6mQWcMO0/s1600-h/P9280002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFnSfZjgUI/AAAAAAAAAak/RmP6mQWcMO0/s320/P9280002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116484219033583938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFnjPZjgVI/AAAAAAAAAas/GdJiDhLJA6A/s1600-h/P9280003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFnjPZjgVI/AAAAAAAAAas/GdJiDhLJA6A/s320/P9280003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116484506796392786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFnw_ZjgWI/AAAAAAAAAa0/VFoijz-gW7M/s1600-h/P9280001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFnw_ZjgWI/AAAAAAAAAa0/VFoijz-gW7M/s320/P9280001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116484743019594082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these few others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nothing short of a harmless lepak session, something I haven't done for quite some time now. It was all good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFoQ_ZjgXI/AAAAAAAAAa8/DL3ClTrwh5U/s1600-h/P9280005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFoQ_ZjgXI/AAAAAAAAAa8/DL3ClTrwh5U/s320/P9280005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116485292775407986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we managed. Fred tak nampak. How ironic dude, despite your size. Heeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFob_ZjgYI/AAAAAAAAAbE/3DAXNS76e-g/s1600-h/P9280007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFob_ZjgYI/AAAAAAAAAbE/3DAXNS76e-g/s320/P9280007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116485481753969026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farid popped by with his Greenview buddies, who all seemed rather blue actually. Hmm. Credits to farid. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made our way back soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFo5fZjgZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/yKE1Tm1nWtc/s1600-h/P9280008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFo5fZjgZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/yKE1Tm1nWtc/s320/P9280008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116485988560109970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFpIfZjgaI/AAAAAAAAAbU/xSf5tMT8Tlw/s1600-h/P9280010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFpIfZjgaI/AAAAAAAAAbU/xSf5tMT8Tlw/s320/P9280010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116486246258147746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good friend. =D I'll miss you man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFpdfZjgbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/C0fQ4rB9AgQ/s1600-h/P9280011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFpdfZjgbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/C0fQ4rB9AgQ/s320/P9280011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116486607035400626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 06S34 ones that actually made it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss 06S34 once it's all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sad not having most of you back with us this year, but most importantly, study hard and do well. It's not the O levels anymore. Good luck to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFqLvZjgcI/AAAAAAAAAbk/FSuKa7DDBd8/s1600-h/s34+original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFqLvZjgcI/AAAAAAAAAbk/FSuKa7DDBd8/s320/s34+original.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116487401604350402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how much fun it used to be. =D Those idiots at the back had to spoil this picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFqxfZjgdI/AAAAAAAAAbs/yMSBOYYsKdk/s1600-h/i+love+my+clique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFqxfZjgdI/AAAAAAAAAbs/yMSBOYYsKdk/s320/i+love+my+clique.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116488050144412114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clique. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFrMvZjgeI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Xihnhcbd48M/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFrMvZjgeI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Xihnhcbd48M/s320/DSC00099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116488518295847394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ones I spent the crucial year with, together with Ms Chia, probably one of the nicest teachers around. Bari did the same thing last year and this year. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh not to forget my new found love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFrifZjgfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/mX4JCJb9jks/s1600-h/sean+kingston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFrifZjgfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/mX4JCJb9jks/s320/sean+kingston.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116488891958002162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hey Yaw. Sean Kingston!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're way too beauuuuu...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talent turns me on, and he's got a whole lot of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid fucker he. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please to all of you go get his album. It rocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's time to shower and head to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-1559495334072138016?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/1559495334072138016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=1559495334072138016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1559495334072138016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1559495334072138016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-finally-in-love-again.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RwFnSfZjgUI/AAAAAAAAAak/RmP6mQWcMO0/s72-c/P9280002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-5077175431752283980</id><published>2007-09-25T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:36:22.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been having a few buka outings as of late, and yesterday marked the final one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was with a particular group, where all share a reasonably similar interest in hip hop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up that wonderful Friday; Me, Izzat, Aisyah, Asif and Ji. Bumped into Zul, or rather, the infamous Zul Mystroe, and he joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvjxpfZjfyI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Lv5Rd5XuK3A/s1600-h/P9210005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114103071984811810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvjxpfZjfyI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Lv5Rd5XuK3A/s320/P9210005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New found friend. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our meals at LJS. The others were supposed to join us for buka but came super late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvjyWvZjfzI/AAAAAAAAAWc/40vFMw7Tpmg/s1600-h/P9210003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114103849373892402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvjyWvZjfzI/AAAAAAAAAWc/40vFMw7Tpmg/s320/P9210003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah acting cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which we headed to Al-Majlis for some sheesha smoking. It was only the few of us so we ordered one sheesha while waiting for the other idiots to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rvjy0fZjf0I/AAAAAAAAAWk/7lB3zfkuAUM/s1600-h/P9210011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114104360475000642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rvjy0fZjf0I/AAAAAAAAAWk/7lB3zfkuAUM/s320/P9210011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzat's aunty owns the place, which is why we managed to get a reservation and a mighty nice discount. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile the tpjc nuggets came. Namely, Elfie, Faisal, Freddy, Dinie and Eddie. They ordered another sheesha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvjzV_Zjf1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/gH8sQJnwE7U/s1600-h/P9210015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114104936000618322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvjzV_Zjf1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/gH8sQJnwE7U/s320/P9210015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the birthday boy arrived. Sleeq's Alyph. One hell of a funny guy, I must add. Happy birthday dude! Cheers to being eighteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rvjz2fZjf2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/SpBnENm7UNg/s1600-h/P9210017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114105494346366818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rvjz2fZjf2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/SpBnENm7UNg/s320/P9210017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were happily chatting away, smoking our respective sheeshas, when Cikgu Azmi popped out of nowhere. Oh boy it was quite inappropriate but him being as cool as he is carried on picking on me as he usually would during dance trainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock la cikgu. He reminded me of how much I miss dancing already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rvj03PZjf3I/AAAAAAAAAW8/QeEQ41IAFwc/s1600-h/P9210023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114106606742896498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rvj03PZjf3I/AAAAAAAAAW8/QeEQ41IAFwc/s320/P9210023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can spot him just behind Freddy, in the middle of Freddy and Faisal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard, Syarif and Raihan came super late, ordered one last sheesha, and we left at eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rvj3NfZjf4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/hbkzBylWzrA/s1600-h/P9210024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114109188018241410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rvj3NfZjf4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/hbkzBylWzrA/s320/P9210024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rvj4c_Zjf5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/HbO5U5CTLW8/s1600-h/P9210030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114110553817841554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rvj4c_Zjf5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/HbO5U5CTLW8/s320/P9210030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of us, with Izzat's aunt, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday came and Aruna gave me a call. Made plans to head to town for her to make use of the camera since she won't be able to borrow it anymore after graduating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked. There here, there, here, back there, and everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT it was mighty fun. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made full use of her camera and took pictures of me or us or other things. I shall include pictures that contain me, only. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we met at City Hall and window shop for awhile before heading for a wonderful chocolate feast. Well, not really feast but it was some damn good chocolate and I cannot wait to splurge on their chocolate one fine day. Shall we Ms Aruna? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rvj7fPZjf6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/4wuY53P58Lw/s1600-h/DSC_0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114113891007430562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rvj7fPZjf6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/4wuY53P58Lw/s320/DSC_0981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My retard face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rvj9X_Zjf7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/nQthYpR9sMA/s1600-h/DSC_0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114115965476634546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rvj9X_Zjf7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/nQthYpR9sMA/s320/DSC_0986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummayyy! Max Brenner's is the place to go to for chocolate. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rvj-FfZjf8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/nymL60p1Lc4/s1600-h/DSC_1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114116747160682434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rvj-FfZjf8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/nymL60p1Lc4/s320/DSC_1001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the aspiring photographer slash vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rvj-nvZjf9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/iGINvBqKUwg/s1600-h/DSC_1004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114117335571202002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rvj-nvZjf9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/iGINvBqKUwg/s320/DSC_1004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rvj_GPZjf-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/YX5cze8Kun4/s1600-h/DSC_1032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114117859557212130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rvj_GPZjf-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/YX5cze8Kun4/s320/DSC_1032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was acting like a retard throughout. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rvj_k_Zjf_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/wNL3Lu49ejE/s1600-h/DSC_1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114118387838189554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rvj_k_Zjf_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/wNL3Lu49ejE/s320/DSC_1043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkAYvZjgAI/AAAAAAAAAYE/juBzUK63vjw/s1600-h/DSC_1050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114119276896419842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkAYvZjgAI/AAAAAAAAAYE/juBzUK63vjw/s320/DSC_1050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarke Quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkA0PZjgBI/AAAAAAAAAYM/gCpu3JU8bNk/s1600-h/DSC_1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114119749342822418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkA0PZjgBI/AAAAAAAAAYM/gCpu3JU8bNk/s320/DSC_1058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fort Canning. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkBofZjgCI/AAAAAAAAAYU/eqYDJaUJGgE/s1600-h/DSC_1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114120646990987298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkBofZjgCI/AAAAAAAAAYU/eqYDJaUJGgE/s320/DSC_1061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought turkish ice-cream and it didn't turn out to be very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkCOPZjgDI/AAAAAAAAAYc/PUM0H7VJJHc/s1600-h/DSC_1081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114121295531049010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkCOPZjgDI/AAAAAAAAAYc/PUM0H7VJJHc/s320/DSC_1081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we're done for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkCuvZjgEI/AAAAAAAAAYk/7Zf68ZE8n_A/s1600-h/DSC_1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114121853876797506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkCuvZjgEI/AAAAAAAAAYk/7Zf68ZE8n_A/s320/DSC_1087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipppee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, lastly, was buka at simpang bedok with the tpjc nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was particularly looking forward to these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkEgPZjgFI/AAAAAAAAAYs/PdlWQUvyPy8/s1600-h/P9240052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114123803791949906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkEgPZjgFI/AAAAAAAAAYs/PdlWQUvyPy8/s320/P9240052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like eons since we had our truckloads of laughter and madness. oh boy oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a number of them turned up. Shortly after I arrived it was time to break our fast. Rafiq already had 2 drinks on standby, but still had to take sip out of mine as well. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkE4fZjgGI/AAAAAAAAAY0/i9tIab0k0hw/s1600-h/P9240054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114124220403777634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkE4fZjgGI/AAAAAAAAAY0/i9tIab0k0hw/s320/P9240054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their intimacy drove me crazy. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkFV_ZjgHI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ejF0Jgk6bpw/s1600-h/P9240055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114124727209918578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkFV_ZjgHI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ejF0Jgk6bpw/s320/P9240055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa fred and Naziji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkGgPZjgII/AAAAAAAAAZE/tmnKJqSXsn4/s1600-h/P9240061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114126002815205506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkGgPZjgII/AAAAAAAAAZE/tmnKJqSXsn4/s320/P9240061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khai came! Everyone missed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkIG_ZjgJI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ZtzPb4kYcDE/s1600-h/P9240066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkIG_ZjgJI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ZtzPb4kYcDE/s320/P9240066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114127768046764178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-mirror. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we decided to head to Tampines Mall to find something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkIiPZjgKI/AAAAAAAAAZU/y0RBSonG9KY/s1600-h/P9240070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkIiPZjgKI/AAAAAAAAAZU/y0RBSonG9KY/s320/P9240070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114128236198199458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually forgot what was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkKB_ZjgLI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zcdlsEX5szI/s1600-h/P9240072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkKB_ZjgLI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zcdlsEX5szI/s320/P9240072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114129881170673842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's the proper one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkKS_ZjgMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h6Wd34h2Y3I/s1600-h/P9240074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkKS_ZjgMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h6Wd34h2Y3I/s320/P9240074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114130173228449986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE four. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all ended up at the arcade, where Rafiq got us a free hour of pool. After sooo long, I finally got the chance to play pool, although it was only for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Rafiq almost ate each others heads off. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkLB_ZjgNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ELDkWK-XGCE/s1600-h/P9240082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkLB_ZjgNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ELDkWK-XGCE/s320/P9240082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114130980682301650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr 35A sized boobs, or so he claims. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkLkPZjgOI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/QoppZre2Xtk/s1600-h/P9240084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkLkPZjgOI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/QoppZre2Xtk/s320/P9240084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114131569092821218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking my shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkL3PZjgPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/aENnmwwrCpw/s1600-h/P9240088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkL3PZjgPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/aENnmwwrCpw/s320/P9240088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114131895510335730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One with the chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkMX_ZjgQI/AAAAAAAAAaE/64w3LRrDAwg/s1600-h/P9240089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkMX_ZjgQI/AAAAAAAAAaE/64w3LRrDAwg/s320/P9240089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114132458151051522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One with the secondary school buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkM4PZjgRI/AAAAAAAAAaM/cSj4if4Sa6I/s1600-h/P9240090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkM4PZjgRI/AAAAAAAAAaM/cSj4if4Sa6I/s320/P9240090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114133012201832722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One with the funny gummybear HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkN0vZjgSI/AAAAAAAAAaU/mXtwU3Ej14U/s1600-h/P9240093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkN0vZjgSI/AAAAAAAAAaU/mXtwU3Ej14U/s320/P9240093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114134051583918370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last game of foooooseeballl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkOefZjgTI/AAAAAAAAAac/gLE9cho6Wv8/s1600-h/P9240094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvkOefZjgTI/AAAAAAAAAac/gLE9cho6Wv8/s320/P9240094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114134768843456818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to get the engines running 110%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-5077175431752283980?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/5077175431752283980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=5077175431752283980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5077175431752283980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5077175431752283980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/09/been-having-few-buka-outings-as-of-late.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RvjxpfZjfyI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Lv5Rd5XuK3A/s72-c/P9210005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-3441864919891752691</id><published>2007-09-24T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T05:15:14.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Money is sadly everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I significantly lose out, is money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless someone gives me a million dollars, I am going to be one pissed off bitch in days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cibai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is going to be one bad fucking day. I can fuck smell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a way to dispose off my anger because I hate feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-3441864919891752691?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/3441864919891752691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=3441864919891752691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3441864919891752691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3441864919891752691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/09/money-is-sadly-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-5311900499102332591</id><published>2007-09-21T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T13:07:55.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be able to see how hypocrites work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how many pretentious people there are out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How people lie, cheat, steal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How others deserve to die more than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How those whom I thought loved me, never really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the ones I love turn their backs on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How my siblings live their personal lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How my parents suffer through things their children never knew about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every person is extremely complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no possible way I can come to a conclusion about someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm suicidal or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that, these few days I been wondering if all I see or know, are all plain lies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-5311900499102332591?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/5311900499102332591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=5311900499102332591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5311900499102332591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5311900499102332591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-i-was-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-568778853026944095</id><published>2007-09-15T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T13:21:42.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dropping by to wish all a blessed Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I haven't fast for a single day even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick for the first day, and on the second I lasted the whole day, only to get my period at approximately 630pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with Math Paper 2, which I must must must score at, Chem and Bio Paper 1, and Malay Paper 1. Malay Paper 2 was slightly screwed. Spent too much time planning all five essays and the questions were tricky and required a lot of proper planning. So I had to rush through all five essays in 2 hours. Nevermind fucked up handwriting, at least I finished them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Geylang with mummy dearest to get my 3rd set of kebaya, new shoes and a new handbag. Yeeehaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its buka puasa at uncle's new place nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I will spend the rest of the day reading through the National Day Rally speech in Malay which is my one and only preparation for Malay Paper 1.&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/24885662-568778853026944095?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/568778853026944095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=568778853026944095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/568778853026944095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a fucking miracle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-8199812304844357364?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/8199812304844357364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=8199812304844357364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/8199812304844357364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/8199812304844357364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-6282940397835306187</id><published>2007-09-11T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T11:28:09.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me laughing bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate losing my voice only because I cannot sing happily to the radio's tunes while I am studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes singing while I'm studying is an essential I am sure those who have studied with me in MLEP should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Malek even told me to lower it down once hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-6282940397835306187?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/6282940397835306187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=6282940397835306187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/6282940397835306187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/6282940397835306187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/09/fucked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-8240302179376947707</id><published>2007-09-10T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:58:32.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GH_JQEW1jS0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GH_JQEW1jS0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is for my bro, Izzat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely proud of you!!! All this while you never gave up and held on very strongly to your passion, rapping. Haha and I never forgot all those times you tried singing in class last year while you guys were still in your secondary school uniforms, and thought I was a retainee. -_- Geez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have achieved a lot! Ketua dikir, and now able to sing and hit notes! Top 5 for Platform 7. There is more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't forget to study ok. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAnyway, I went to watch Deuze (Asif and Izzat) over at Platform 7, together with I don't know how many other groups, competing for the top 5 positions to get a 6 months contract with Beats Society. Deuze joined last year as Rikurshay Soulz but didn't get the top 5 and this year, they did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that song writing in the canteen paid off ey Izzat. I would be bugging him to listen to his beat and he wouldn't let me. It was worth it because the beat is sedap giler. Nothing surprising for a Magic Potions production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met up with Ji at Dhoby Ghaut and took a cab to Double O. Over there met up with Izzah, Aisyah and Hidayah waiting to get inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzat's performance was the first five so the rest of the time after he performed, we were quite bored because it was the same thing over and over again. Then it seemed as if the guest performances was never gonna stop performing. Song after song after song my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nak carik pasal, saja nak buat hal, BAK BAK BAK DATANG'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Bak Datang is 'Bring It On' in KL terms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RuU4Vi9dZnI/AAAAAAAAAUE/l2V5MOBHqnw/s1600-h/PICT0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RuU4Vi9dZnI/AAAAAAAAAUE/l2V5MOBHqnw/s320/PICT0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108551295134688882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzah left after Zat's performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RuU48S9dZoI/AAAAAAAAAUM/E78bcpNjANo/s1600-h/PICT0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RuU48S9dZoI/AAAAAAAAAUM/E78bcpNjANo/s320/PICT0011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108551960854619778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RuU5Ly9dZpI/AAAAAAAAAUU/_OJvh6galok/s1600-h/PICT0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RuU5Ly9dZpI/AAAAAAAAAUU/_OJvh6galok/s320/PICT0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108552227142592146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidayah doesn't like hip hop but came along since her cousin made her. She got in without a ticket so all was good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RuU5ti9dZqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/dmEGEpFc8OQ/s1600-h/PICT0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RuU5ti9dZqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/dmEGEpFc8OQ/s320/PICT0018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108552806963177122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RuU6Ly9dZrI/AAAAAAAAAUk/X-d8QMO1ca8/s1600-h/PICT0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RuU6Ly9dZrI/AAAAAAAAAUk/X-d8QMO1ca8/s320/PICT0022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108553326654219954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malaysian group, The Rebel Scum. The Bakdatang fellas. That fella in white is from Japan. And that lady is Lady D. We had a heated discussion over the letter that should replace D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RuU65y9dZsI/AAAAAAAAAUs/0qysYJBVNHY/s1600-h/PICT0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RuU65y9dZsI/AAAAAAAAAUs/0qysYJBVNHY/s320/PICT0023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108554116928202434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuze. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Sakura for a celebration dinner, of sorts. Izzat I blanja you ok do I rock or what! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RuU8Xi9dZtI/AAAAAAAAAU0/2PS29ZAq1oI/s1600-h/PICT0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RuU8Xi9dZtI/AAAAAAAAAU0/2PS29ZAq1oI/s320/PICT0026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108555727540938450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happy couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RuU9GC9dZuI/AAAAAAAAAU8/gR5wg3yBx_Y/s1600-h/PICT0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RuU9GC9dZuI/AAAAAAAAAU8/gR5wg3yBx_Y/s320/PICT0027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108556526404855522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happier couple. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RuU9fS9dZvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/253FmvmCTWg/s1600-h/PICT0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RuU9fS9dZvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/253FmvmCTWg/s320/PICT0031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108556960196552434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't blur it'd be a very nice picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RuU90C9dZwI/AAAAAAAAAVM/OD6MT057OY4/s1600-h/PICT0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RuU90C9dZwI/AAAAAAAAAVM/OD6MT057OY4/s320/PICT0038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108557316678838018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's snap back to reality shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP paper was good. I think I wrote an essay with concrete points and examples. The comprehension wasn't challenging and I managed to fill up all three pages of the AQ which is quite a feat considerin the fact that I never write more than a page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was shit. I missed out an entire 20 mark question because I wasted too much time on the first 60 marks. Which means I will have to work extra hard for paper 2 and get a good score for paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math Paper 1 on Wednesday. I plan to do well for Math, Malay and GP for this prelims, and improve commendably for Chemistry and Bio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No paper tomorrow, Bio on Thursday. So I am doing some Bio for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me, and all others sitting for the prelims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RuU_OS9dZxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Io_XvkDCHKA/s1600-h/PICT0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RuU_OS9dZxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Io_XvkDCHKA/s320/PICT0039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108558867162031890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-8240302179376947707?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/8240302179376947707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=8240302179376947707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/8240302179376947707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/8240302179376947707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-post-is-for-my-bro-izzat.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/RuU4Vi9dZnI/AAAAAAAAAUE/l2V5MOBHqnw/s72-c/PICT0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-1376148274358943850</id><published>2007-09-07T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T20:11:42.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is sad to know that my efforts aren't appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try to help my friends in any way that I possibly can. I set aside my time to give any form of advice which I believe would be useful to your situation, and I actually analyse and evaluate what I tell you so as to ensure that I give you the best that I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, you make it seem as if nothing has been said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought you were a horrible person. I always thought you took my words seriously, because I don't like wasting my time helping people who won't make full use of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know, and am truly disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is, you are too self-obsessed to even realise that this is about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you chose to let it take place in this manner, you are going to learn things the hard way, and when all comes tumbling down on you, you will remember everything I told you, and tell yourself, 'Dammit she was right.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more to life than that. You fail to see what is most important, and keep drowning yourself in the unnecessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will learn your fucking lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not nice to hurt people deliberately. What is more disgusting is you know that you are doing so. I honestly have no clue what is going on in that empty brain of yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my part, I now know who deserves my time and effort, and you are no longer one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a FANTASTIC buka puasa. KFC LA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 piece chicken meal, zinger burger, popcorn chicken, that fish thingy, fries. Heaven heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is I am losing weight despite all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Maswati told me I look skinny. Har har how nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First half of the day, Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is time for Chemistry. I am 2 minutes behind schedule so I have to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-1376148274358943850?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/1376148274358943850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=1376148274358943850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1376148274358943850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/1376148274358943850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-is-sad-to-know-that-my-efforts-arent.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-3963905746857066407</id><published>2007-09-06T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T23:10:53.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've always wanted to go see a musical or theatre production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time back Marvin was gonna take me out on a date to see one, but he got himself a girlfriend and our so called 'date' never seemed to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's still a darling though. One helluva kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain is pretty tired but I am going to finish the bloody paper by hook or by crook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoooo mie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-3963905746857066407?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/3963905746857066407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=3963905746857066407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3963905746857066407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3963905746857066407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-always-wanted-to-go-see-musical-or.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-7587676138955011788</id><published>2007-09-05T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T15:21:24.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is chivalry dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was discussed on 98.7fm and quite a number of people called in to give an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person called in to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Erm, I'm not sure. I don't know who chivalry is.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another person called in to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I think chivalry isn't dead because most men nowadays drive posh cars.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dj then asked, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Erm, sports cars?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she didn't hear her clearly. And the girl re-emphasised her point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No. POSH CARS. POSH.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with a few of them, who strongly felt that chivalry is indeed dead, and that women are to be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also agree with others who believe that most men are fuckers, and believe that chivalry is not necessary to bang that bitch for just one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dead' is too strong a word to use in this context I feel. I mean, there are men out there who still practice chivalry, regardless of the intention in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should women be blamed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some claim that women nowadays don't like to feel as if they are any lower or less capable than men. I personally think this is of no relevance to the issue, because if a man wants to be courteous to a lady, it does not suggest at all any discrimination or disregard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women should be blamed because sadly, when a man is only trying to be that gentleman and treat her with the respect that he feels she deserves, women immediately jumps to this conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'He wants me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then choose to go with their own opinions, and pass the guy off as a flirt, or just another fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unfair for the men, who try and put in effort to treat a woman the right way. It does not mean that he's interested in you. Well, I can't say that this applies to all men because, as I have mentioned a few times, men today are mostly fuckers, which is extremely sad of course. Because of this particular bunch, the good ones are misunderstood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If being chivalrous would be regarded as something negative, why should the men bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the other perspective. Where men are only chivalrous on the first few dates, and after some time, it slowly fades off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. After all, first impressions are extremely important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my gender should stop thinking that they are God's gift and that every dick out there is out for your pussy, what more if you are not exactly considered attractive. Then perhaps, the gentlemen will magically come back into existence once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-7587676138955011788?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/7587676138955011788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=7587676138955011788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/7587676138955011788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/7587676138955011788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/09/is-chivalry-dead-this-was-discussed-on.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-7379885263064034412</id><published>2007-09-04T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:47:00.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My personal cookie lover (hahaha) dragged her ass down to Woodlands to my place today. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was planning to have a sleep over but sadly, the parent had to act up.&lt;br /&gt;Haiyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So had dinner at Pastamania and since it's been awhile I whacked my plate, her plate, and 2 more plates of side dishes, to compensate for a day of fasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days to go. After which is the fasting month. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU LA YOU STUPID WOMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rt1t8y9dZlI/AAAAAAAAAT0/q4z1ngrchIc/s1600-h/SANY0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106358443747141202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rt1t8y9dZlI/AAAAAAAAAT0/q4z1ngrchIc/s320/SANY0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes out to Fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you going through a hard time, and although what I am going to say maybe something that all of us are only too god damn sick and tired of hearing, it is part and parcel of a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important for you to know that every problem has to be solved and has to be thought through properly. I don't know how much more I can do for you, but I totally understand how hard it is for you since you can't get that coorperation you need from your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be patient ok? It pays off. Soon enough you will realise how trivial such things are and that at the end of the day, you should be worrying about more crucial things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this is just another phase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll be okay and please remember that anytime anywhere, night or day, late or early, I am only a call away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I am always here. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rt1vti9dZmI/AAAAAAAAAT8/VavqxOqWG7w/s1600-h/IMG032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rt1vti9dZmI/AAAAAAAAAT8/VavqxOqWG7w/s320/IMG032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106360380777391714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling okay it will help you even just a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-7379885263064034412?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/7379885263064034412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=7379885263064034412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/7379885263064034412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/7379885263064034412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-personal-cookie-lover-hahaha-dragged.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rU8uVlXiL6E/Rt1t8y9dZlI/AAAAAAAAAT0/q4z1ngrchIc/s72-c/SANY0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-3678910256562621634</id><published>2007-09-03T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T22:31:03.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pukimak-pukimak sekalian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan sekali-kali memikir bahawa kamu adalah satu-satunya manusia di muka bumi ini yang cantik, pandai, kaya, dan lain-lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sememangnya mereka yang berpikiran sebegitu hanya merasai bahawa dirinya tidak memuaskan dan oleh itu, harus berlagak seperti dunia ini milik dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain daripada itu, janganlah sekali-kali anggap bahawa saya ini adalah seseorang yang tidak mempunyai otak yang berfungsi dengan sempurna, atau senang dikata, bodoh. Mungkin kamu fikir bahawa saya tidak mengetahui tentang apa-apa yang dikatakan atau dilakukan di belakang pantat saya yang cukup besar, namun sebaliknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neraka berdarah. (Bloody hell.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I was told that I should try writing an entry in pure Malay. This is my first shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-3678910256562621634?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/3678910256562621634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=3678910256562621634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3678910256562621634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/3678910256562621634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/09/pukimak-pukimak-sekalian.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885662.post-5533751451092609702</id><published>2007-09-03T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T17:28:05.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh wow you can upload videos now on blogspot. Pretty useless to me since I don't take any personal videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate holidays. My brain automatically switches to idle mode, which in turn results in dire consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my good luck entry to the fellow friends and foes who will be sitting for their prelims and promos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consistency is the key. Study smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now time for some self-motivation. In what form, I am unsure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885662-5533751451092609702?l=midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/feeds/5533751451092609702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885662&amp;postID=5533751451092609702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5533751451092609702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885662/posts/default/5533751451092609702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnight-thoughts-.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-wow-you-can-upload-videos-now-on.html' title=''/><author><name>MiMi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
