<?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-22391247</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:45:46.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>____`itsME</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is about my life (Yasin). If you like it, well, thank you. If you don't like it then i suggest u leave my blog ok.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-8431087228030249625</id><published>2008-08-12T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T01:21:01.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you do, why are these things happening? how come i am the only one seeing the picture in the widescreen version?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-8431087228030249625?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/8431087228030249625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=8431087228030249625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/8431087228030249625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/8431087228030249625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-you-do-why-are-these-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-8083181581149703643</id><published>2008-07-22T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T02:36:22.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing has been smooth. probably that's how rocky life is. here and there things pop-up. i deal with it but in return i get almost nothing, almost. i don't ask for any but if there's any sense of courtesy, i'll receive something back. it's not that i'm not enjoying what's in my hand now, i do. there are things that you need and things that you want, necessity and desire respectively. i care too much (for people) and i've wondered if i've been taken advantage of. i wish not but facts are never soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been very secretive about my own life, even towards my 2 biological sisters. the only person i trust in this entire universe would be myself. i have engrossed myself with movies, TV series, books and school. these are the few things that seem pretty much important at this present stage. the ability to converse with someone who seems to share similar views with you in almost every aspect is a give-away gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not owing anyone anything would make a person's life much simpler. it's not an issue though if you can bare with it. owing in terms of monetary, kind, favour or life maybe. humans can be one vicious creature. you're breathing oxygen to stay alive. you eat to ensure sufficient energy are regained for survival. you drink to overcome thirst. you shower to maintain hygiene. bottom line is, you run your own god damn life. (: live how you would love to. don't let others control it. if you do then you're weak cos you let them control you and it's not your life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of what i've mentioned, they're are people whom i really do trust at the highest extent i am able to reveal. god knows better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-8083181581149703643?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/8083181581149703643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>i'm fine. i'll be.&lt;br /&gt;it's been a semester.&lt;br /&gt;many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;unbelievable some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gona miss my regular classmates&lt;br /&gt;consdiered closed friends.&lt;br /&gt;i should be proud of what i have in hand&lt;br /&gt;i'm selfish most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Yas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-6371860220948124174?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/6371860220948124174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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align="center"&gt;i endured it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didn't know you could say such things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i remained speechless the whole day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please, let me just continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i understand. it's my fault. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please, don't stop it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we can't be strangers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't prolong the situation, please. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-305501259424312175?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-3788679698500831032</id><published>2008-03-18T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T01:25:41.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>each time&lt;br /&gt;something blissfull comes&lt;br /&gt;shit has to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just so difficult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me end my day with a smile, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-3788679698500831032?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/3788679698500831032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;one sickness after another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;could it get any worse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes i wish you knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-192163150691838817?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/192163150691838817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=192163150691838817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/192163150691838817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/192163150691838817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-sickness-after-another-could-it-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-3531109608988971320</id><published>2008-02-27T00:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T01:38:48.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;JIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R8RBbvdQg5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/8ThQxTDKQbU/s1600-h/jie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171330216979628946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R8RBbvdQg5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/8ThQxTDKQbU/s320/jie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;27th Feb 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you're officially 21 my dear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we got so close in a short term&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;started from that prank call you gave me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;to the brother and sister relationship we are at now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this memorable day might be your only one in Singapore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;who knows? you might head home after your diploma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;have fun. don't think too much you old grandma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;get crazy today aites.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Jie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Di (Yas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-3531109608988971320?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/3531109608988971320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=3531109608988971320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/3531109608988971320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/3531109608988971320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-jiejie-27th-feb-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R8RBbvdQg5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/8ThQxTDKQbU/s72-c/jie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-6757336354943751679</id><published>2008-02-15T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T02:48:18.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>preparations for Valentine's Day (school event) has stripped me off my energy.&lt;br /&gt;late night discussions. early morning final preparations.&lt;br /&gt;it's tiring but i love doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my committee sold Rochers stalks (Ferrero Rocher on a skewer with cloth and ribbons as deco), balloons and had a couple competion thingy. we also had speakers (PA System - technical term) and DJs to play music from 10.00 am till 7.00 pm. it was great. we cleared every Rochers. my committee really did a great job. i am seriously impress with the progress they have made from previous events organised. they did necessary things without being told to do so. Thank you very much EXCOs and not to forget Yi Ting whom helped us too with the Rochers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Jumper after dinner with Wei Hang, Val, Ice, Gary, Jing Yi, Sourya, Harsh, San and Kelvin. there isn't any sotryline at all. Sourya was already dozing off beside me. Jing Yi said he snoored pretty loud considering the volume of the cinema speakers. i didn't heard it though. maybe he snoored at the time when i dozed for a short while. haha. i was too tired. i had to join them. it's been sometime since i last did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am trying to understand myself these days. i get pissed irritated, angry and pissed off very easily. i'm fine with my family. we went to Bangkok during the CNY. i have no girlfriend so i don't have any BGR problems. maybe it is when i couldn't get things done in time for the events. or is it due to the minimal amount of rest i had. i really hope this shit would fade away sooner. i don't want to jeopardize the relationship with my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene, thanks for the Valentine's Day pressie! thanks for the card too. and thanks for the cigerattes too. it's very sweet of you. your kindness wouldn't ever stop flowing wouldn't it. haha. i really appreciate it Rin. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still single on Valentine's. long way to go Yas. long way.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-6757336354943751679?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/6757336354943751679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=6757336354943751679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/6757336354943751679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/6757336354943751679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2008/02/preparations-for-valentines-day-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-1089512379362153137</id><published>2008-01-18T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T01:41:21.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally today,&lt;br /&gt;i could find time for myself&lt;br /&gt;just me, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want to head home straight away&lt;br /&gt;i needed some time to think through things&lt;br /&gt;while i still can, alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to dhoby ghaut to collect photographs&lt;br /&gt;had a stick before heading home at Cathay&lt;br /&gt;i stood near the ticketing counter&lt;br /&gt;i felt so calmed.&lt;br /&gt;it started to drizzle&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't feel like going anywhere&lt;br /&gt;i just refuse to leave the spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started to think about my family&lt;br /&gt;i started to think about myself , my life, my future&lt;br /&gt;i started to think about jie&lt;br /&gt;i started to think about her&lt;br /&gt;i started to think about my past&lt;br /&gt;i started to smile&lt;br /&gt;i started laughing silently to myself&lt;br /&gt;for no reason&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once in awhile my mind can be that free nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;17012008 - approx 8pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-1089512379362153137?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/1089512379362153137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=1089512379362153137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/1089512379362153137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/1089512379362153137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2008/01/finally-today-i-could-find-time-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-6031920462930654626</id><published>2008-01-05T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T03:02:51.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;1st day of year two thousand and eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to countdown at Esplanade with Kelvin, Lap, Harry, Ling Sia, August and Valerie. waited for more than 2 hours. some drunk ass was escorted off by the SOC. fireworks went off for about 10 minutes. i couldn't resist the urge to wish the Banglas a happy new year. hehe. went to one of them, wished and hugged him. saw a group of them crowded at one spot. i quietly sneaked behind them and screamed, "HAPPY NEW YEAR!". August told me i scared them. haha. had our dinner at Orchard Hawker Centre. Leon and Joleen went to watch AVP at Cathay. met Gary and Wei Hang at the hawker centre. headed home via the Night Rider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i spotted a snake at the bus stop near my block. at first, i thought it was a stick or something. but suddenly, it moved. fuck man. i'm like so close to it. i didn't dare to move at all. glued to the ground! i was otp with Valerie to say my thanks for waking me up in the bus. luckly, it did nothing to me. it just glide its way to the grass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spot the snake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R358rNuDQEI/AAAAAAAAADg/yzjiHMCRZSM/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151692105617457218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R358rNuDQEI/AAAAAAAAADg/yzjiHMCRZSM/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R358rduDQFI/AAAAAAAAADo/CE7wsLGEnnk/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151692109912424530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R358rduDQFI/AAAAAAAAADo/CE7wsLGEnnk/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R358rduDQGI/AAAAAAAAADw/Imont879CWU/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151692109912424546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R358rduDQGI/AAAAAAAAADw/Imont879CWU/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R358rtuDQHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/E2-BFfG1-tk/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151692114207391858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R358rtuDQHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/E2-BFfG1-tk/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;got my younger sister a shade. went out alone to get her presie. it's better that way. met up with my family at my aunty's house. headed to Paragon to chill. celebrated her birthday at the 24hrs Swensens. i didn't enjoy what i ordered but fuck it anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2nd day of year two thousand and eight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went out with kelvin to wild wild wet. played pool later on. saw Pop and Amsyar fixing the horse's leg. went home and Abul, Gina, Mama Gina and Uncle Lan came later on. went driving with Abul somewhere in Pasir Ris. i did good this time. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3rd day of year two thousand and eight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had a meeting in school. met up with the ladies (my family) later on and had dinner at Tong Seng. they went shopping at Bugis Street. me and Gina sat at McDonalds cos both of us were tired. anyways, Gina dosen't really likes shopping. dad picked us up later on and we headed home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TODAY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;woke up around 2 plus. went ot the shop to get some stuff. waited for my mum to finish cooking. how can i not wait? she was cooking my favourite dish, "ayam masak merah". fuh... power beb!. headed to Sentosa to meet Leon, Kelvin and Joleen (working at Cafe Del Mar). met Pop and Amsyar in the MRT. at least i got some company till City Hall. Leon and Kelvin went swimming. i waited for them for like more than an hour. we drank and ate. they went for a shower. headed to Cafe Del Mar back to chill. we were suppose to check the whole place for some plannings but the rain didn't permit us. :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now these 2 gays are in front of me, sleeping. before that... they're like jumping up and down my bed. using any mode of weapons they could harm each other. haiyo. god, help these 2 Apes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;later la i put pics. want to sleep now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BEE: see ... i put all your rules already at the top left hand of the table just below my pic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-6031920462930654626?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/6031920462930654626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=6031920462930654626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/6031920462930654626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/6031920462930654626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2008/01/1st-day-of-year-two-thousand-and-eight.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R358rNuDQEI/AAAAAAAAADg/yzjiHMCRZSM/s72-c/Image020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-5004359499975005516</id><published>2007-12-30T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:23:06.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up and missed my friday prayers, again. haiz. went out with my family (excluding my dad - working). headed to tampines mall. went window shopping. sat down at Ya Kun Kaya Toast and chit chated. walk around. had dinner at Century Square. saw Haz (my closest cousin) and Achap (her friend). dad picked us up and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elder sis went to sent off her friend at the airport and then went out lepak-ing i guess. younger sis went to some fashion show at EXPO + hanging out with her friends. left me, dad and mum. we went to OG. then headed to Robinsons. Cik Min (my aunty) met us later on. bought 2 Nike caps at 50% discount each + 1 Nike jacket at 20% each. people were crazy at Robinsons! it was the store's seasonal sale (for new year i guess). up to 70% off. my dad bought like 4 shirts and a shoe. my mum bought bed sheets. and i had to carry almost everything. my younger sister met with us later on. we then headed to Sempang Bedok to have our dinner. that was like. 11 pm i guess. met Rahim there. he was with his Simei peeps. everyone was cheering for West Ham. their cheer paid off when Man U lost to West Ham. i freaking drop my contact lens ealier in the car from Robinsons. so, i was like half-blind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad wanted to change his shoe to a bigger size. headed to my aunty's house first to collect the receipt and had our lunch somewhere nearby. it then started to rain heavily. it was inconsistent at first. headed to robinsons. everybody splited. my dad went to the shoe section. my mum went to the bed sheet section. the girls went to McDonalds to eat (cos my younger sister didn't eat earlier). left me.. well i just walked around and fuck, i spoted this nice jacket and it's cheaper than the one i bought yesterday. damn. nevermind. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with dad later on. got our undergarments (shockingly, Calvin Klein was at 80% off but Renoma had no discount at all). my dad paid $10 for something that costs $50! mine was at the usual price. my dad said we'd better go out before he buys another t-shirt. met up with mum. again, i carried everything. we splited again. dad went for a smoke. mum went to shop for her clothes and so did i. Timberland had some pretty nice clothes but the shop was just too hot. so, i decided to go out. met up with the family at BritishIndia. got myself a nice brown shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then headed to Boon Keng (near Geylang Baru - Kallang Mrt) to have our dinner. i had mutton chop which was pretty fucking tasteless. suddenly, my tongue was craving for ice-cream. got the Magnum Almond, 2 of them and Kinder Bueno! eat eat eat and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where should i go tmr for countdown? Bee is in JB .. oh ya. talking about her.. here's what she had came up with when i texted her ealier today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee's (Mom) Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mom die, son also need to die.&lt;br /&gt;2. Once you're Mom's son, forever you'll be her son.&lt;br /&gt;3. Must follow what Mom says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these rules begins today. i'm supposed to tell her other son, Kelvin. she always has something to say. haha. ok well, Jie in China, Thing &amp;amp; San just went back. the others went back long time ago. only left me, Val, Kelvin, Harry and Lance. maybe Val might not join. damn. it can't just be me and Kelvin watching fireworks together tomorrow at Esplanade! doesn't it looks awkward. haiyo. tmr we see (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR PEEPS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-5004359499975005516?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/5004359499975005516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=5004359499975005516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/5004359499975005516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/5004359499975005516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/12/friday-woke-up-and-missed-my-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-2894170727221622898</id><published>2007-12-28T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T03:13:08.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R3Pe2NuDP-I/AAAAAAAAACw/2vM3rMsCo0w/s1600-h/nationaltreasure2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148703821991722978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R3Pe2NuDP-I/AAAAAAAAACw/2vM3rMsCo0w/s320/nationaltreasure2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148703817696755666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R3Pe19uDP9I/AAAAAAAAACo/o_BIwoKl03I/s320/iamlegend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From left: National Treasure (Books of Secrets) 2.5/5 I Am Legend 4.5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i watched National Treasure (Books of Secrets) with my schoolmates: Kelvin, Harsh, Harry &amp;amp; Thing. the day all of us had nothing to do. can't remember when. what a memory. on Christmas, me and my family went out for lunch near Masjid Sultan. in my opinion, the food sucks. they were sweet and cold. we then headed to Marina Square to past time. the girls did their shopping. my dad can never restrain himself from trying on new watches. he keeps telling me to get my watch glass replaced but i don't see the worth doing so. replace the glass and it might shatter into pieces in future. then he told to get a new watch, i say if you want to get me a new one, wait till next year.&lt;/p&gt;almost every cinema was full. so we headed to Cathay (Dhoby Ghaut) and bought the 11.50pm show. i had to seat alone. i don't really mind actually. i prefer watching movie alone cos that is what i had been doing for the past year. (: the shitty thing was this guy beside me whom kept on jerking to the sound effect and making noise with his crackers. before watching I am Legend, we had dinner at Rex (Chicken Rice restaurant but i had fried rice with chicken) and sat at Starbucks for almost 2 hours to past time, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a committee meeting at school just now. got almost everything done.. almost. we got a small table and 1 whiteboard for the room. Tricia said go ahead with the shopping! get everything from IKEA. alright ! so now, we need to go shoppinggggggg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R3Pp1tuDP_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6AZSeFL6oQE/s1600-h/thingbirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148715908029693938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R3Pp1tuDP_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6AZSeFL6oQE/s320/thingbirthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the picutre already said it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thing is officially &lt;strong&gt;19!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Val, San, Harry and Kel decided to surprise Thing. so they bought her a small bear with a box and a small mango cake. Valerie wrapped the presents with god-knows-how-many-layers. Kelvin went out of the window when Thing called his handphone. all of us weren't done yet. we were busy drawing things on the paper and pasting them up on the wall. visit Val's blog (see right column) and you can see th rest of the pics. all these pics, i took it from her blog. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R3PtAtuDQAI/AAAAAAAAADA/U2vIkb4Af7k/s1600-h/thing+birthday,all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148719395543138306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R3PtAtuDQAI/AAAAAAAAADA/U2vIkb4Af7k/s320/thing+birthday,all.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;after the meeting and all, we headed to one of the steamboat restaurant adjacent to our school. my second time having steamboat with the peeps. not as tasty as my first experience with Jie, Bee and all. however, it's really scary when you witness the way the ladies eat. i was there! they have huge tanks! San or Val said beer with steamboat is a good combination. so we each drank only a mug. before drinking, Bee's was already high. she's talking nonsense and laughing for no reason, slapping for no reason ... well, she always does that ... crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R3PyUtuDQBI/AAAAAAAAADI/CHexo41Q18w/s1600-h/sanval.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148725236698660882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R3PyUtuDQBI/AAAAAAAAADI/CHexo41Q18w/s320/sanval.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;San Val&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R3PyU9uDQCI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Qou-BUT5I_E/s1600-h/kelthing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148725240993628194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R3PyU9uDQCI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Qou-BUT5I_E/s320/kelthing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kel Thing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R3PyU9uDQDI/AAAAAAAAADY/R64ZZaAsu6M/s1600-h/beeme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148725240993628210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R3PyU9uDQDI/AAAAAAAAADY/R64ZZaAsu6M/s320/beeme.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bee Me (don't ask me why is my hand in such a manner)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;went to CostaSands (DowntownEast) for a swim at 9.45am with Kelvin. we swam till 11.15am and had lunch at Burger King. could you believe what the BK staff told me when i was taking my order. she said, "we only have chicken and fish". i suddenly couldn't find my words. which damn BK ever serve chicken and fish only? although chicken i at the top of my list, when i have my burgers in Burger Kings, i like to have red meat! yummeh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;me and Kel were finding jobs that we can start immediately. not that easy though. i can work, he can't. he can work, i can't. we can work, but we don't like the job scope. bloody hell. we played pool for an hour before Kelvin went to arcade for awhile and heading home. i watched TV for awhile before heading to sleep. woke up at 10 plus or something and chatted with Lisah. she said she misses me. well .. i do too abit. my dad came back awhile after i woke up. that's when i heard about the murder of Pakistani's opposition Leader, Bhutto. what a name. sad to hear that. the rest of my family came back an hour later with 2 burger Ramly for me and some tapioca and fried bananas (malay foods). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;now, i'm bored. nothing to do. slept too much already. hmm... if only my parents allowed me to go JB, Malaysia. i would have gone with my cousin last Sunday and with Bee and Kelvin today. Kelvin didn't go cos i'm not going. he's freaking bored. he's not going back Vietnam. he's asking us to go out everyday. haha. poor guy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-2894170727221622898?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/2894170727221622898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=2894170727221622898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/2894170727221622898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/2894170727221622898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/12/from-left-national-treasure-books-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R3Pe2NuDP-I/AAAAAAAAACw/2vM3rMsCo0w/s72-c/nationaltreasure2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-2996006201470308387</id><published>2007-12-24T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T21:44:32.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was supposed to wake up at 6 in the morning to pick my dad up from the airport but i was too sleepy to even lift my eye lids. so my family left without me. next thing, i receive a SMS from Tricia saying, "Shall we meet on wednesday instead? My boss has not confirm the fund. Merry Christmas to you." i'm like .. ok sure. then i texted, "change of plans. Meeting postponed to Wednesday 12pm at rm 105. Thx" to many and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 4.30pm i went cycling from home to bugis. wanted to meet Kelvin at Bugis Junction but the security guard approached me and said, "excuse me sir, you can't cycle here". i looked at him and look at my bike which was static. was he blind or did he used the wrong words? i'm said, "ok.. sorry man" and cycled back home. planned to go swimming with my family but my dad is in town and my cousins are outside shopping. anyways, i'm so tired. Valerie asked me to tag along with the rest (San, Thing and Kel) to watch movie. i really want to join but again, i'm too tired so i turned down her invitation. how bad of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum wanted to watch, "I am Legend" with the whole family (incl. my dad) but he's out doing some work and by the time he reach home, he'll be all sleepy judging by the amount of sleepless night he had. so now, i'm just waiting for people to go online but that would be around 1 am when they reach home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just drinking water, watching tv, drinking more water and watching more tv shows. what a boring holiday day man! and Win's friend still hasn't got back with him regarding the job. haiyo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-2996006201470308387?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/2996006201470308387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=2996006201470308387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/2996006201470308387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/2996006201470308387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-was-supposed-to-wake-up-at-6-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-7942136934496650367</id><published>2007-12-23T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T20:03:31.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;BYE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DARLING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R25CoduDP4I/AAAAAAAAACA/VUyPT5OBmFk/s1600-h/Image249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147124687071035266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R25CoduDP4I/AAAAAAAAACA/VUyPT5OBmFk/s320/Image249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;yesterday, I told Ice that only Me &amp;amp; Kelvin are sending her to the airport. however, San, Thing and Valerie decided to surprise her. almost all of us were there at T1 with Ice except for Valerie who's watch which is always an hour slower. must buy me something ok Icey? (: and also for kelvin, san, thing and valerie whom were there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so, we headed to Level 3 to get our dinner (lunch and dinner for me) at some cafeteria. the food weren't dissapointing. Kelvin decided to accompany me for a smoke as the ladies just started their meal as we finished ours. after a stick, we went back up via the lift and i specifically told Kelvin, "3rd Floor". the lift doors opened at 1st floor, he went out and i couldn't call him as a family was getting in. i guess he realised my absence and returned with a huge smile on his face knowing he got out on the wrong floor. the lift doors opened at 2nd floor, he went out again, and all i could do was smile. a few seconds later he returned with a hoping face that i would come out and went back in to the lift when i said, "3rd floor". what a joke! haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ME &amp;amp; Val: Changi Village.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;San &amp;amp; Thing: Geylang (Eat durian)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Kelvin: Anything lah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R25CotuDP5I/AAAAAAAAACI/J4KyFBJIE3k/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147124691366002578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R25CotuDP5I/AAAAAAAAACI/J4KyFBJIE3k/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kelvin &amp;amp; I in e bus from Airport - &lt;em&gt;nothing to do lah dey!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;lastly, we all agreed on eating durian at Geylang. took a bus to Parkway Parade and a switched bus to Geylang Lor 14. Val was saying, "i'm scared". relax lah, you should be afraiod only if you're a guy cos' these social escorts would be pulling your pants like they did to me when we were walking towards the durian stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R25Co9uDP6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/av2fcxP4xc8/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147124695660969890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R25Co9uDP6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/av2fcxP4xc8/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1 Medium sized durian &amp;amp; 1 Big durian @ Sultan Durian&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i didn't want to eat in the first place but i couldn't resist starring at untouched food on the table. so all of us ate a few durians except Val, she claims that she dosen't really eat durians. Val ordered 2 bottle of mineral water and the shopkeeper (a young guy) gave it free to her. one of us said that Val's prettyness got her the free bottles. reeeallly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R25Co9uDP7I/AAAAAAAAACY/MOkboQ--B84/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147124695660969906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R25Co9uDP7I/AAAAAAAAACY/MOkboQ--B84/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we really got nothing better to do, i'm serious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;we decided to check the last bus timing before heading to another place. Val brought us to some chinese stall selling desert. i don't know the name of the shop or the food they ate. i went off after buying my ciggy and accompanying Kelvin to draw money. took bus 21 home. it's way much faster than 12. texted jie. she's in China. i don't know why i can't call her using my house phone and i can't call her using my mobile phone as i'm not 21 yet. cos' you need to be 21 to be able to register for roaming and other shits. so i told her to call me instead. spoke for about 20 minutes or so till i reach my doorstep at 1.30am. both my sis were busy talking on the phone. my mum was asleep. my dad just flew to China last Thursday, after visiting my grandfather (dad side) and grandmother's (mum's side) house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TODAY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;slept at 4 in the morning and woke up at 2.30 in the afternoon. my mum and little sis is out to buy her school books for next year. my elder sis is celebrating her aniversary with her boyfie. dad is still in China. i'm alone at home. i'm hungry. i had only 4 slices of bread and a glass of plain water since 4pm. all i have been doing was surfing the net, watch movies, chat and listen to music. i don't even have the mood to smoke. :( damn bloody mother fucking bored man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;when am i ever going to cycle? i can't anticipate the weather. it rains anytime it wishes to. hmm... tomorrow i'll be in school, having a meeting with Tricia and the committee. and i nothing for the week. i'm waiting for Win to call me for the job. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i'm bored. i'm hungry. and i'm alone. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-7942136934496650367?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/7942136934496650367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=7942136934496650367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/7942136934496650367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/7942136934496650367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/12/bye-darling-yesterday-i-told-ice-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R25CoduDP4I/AAAAAAAAACA/VUyPT5OBmFk/s72-c/Image249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-8908716453858867565</id><published>2007-12-19T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T22:08:08.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>realisation,&lt;br /&gt;when would it occur.&lt;br /&gt;time is short&lt;br /&gt;knowledge may miss it&lt;br /&gt;it's painful if it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry everyone for my attitude today.&lt;br /&gt;it's not about you guys and it's not about my family.&lt;br /&gt;neither should you say it's mood swing nor sleepiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-8908716453858867565?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/8908716453858867565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=8908716453858867565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/8908716453858867565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/8908716453858867565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/12/realisation-when-would-it-occur.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-3229050250613877212</id><published>2007-12-08T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T01:13:03.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Presentations are over! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this song: 505 by Artic Monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm only left with the exams. i'm not so worried about Intro but i'm more worried for econs and accounts. i sworn to myself that i will never touch POA ever again in my life when i dropped it in 2006 but i ended up taking it again. : haiyo! well, so far, my marks for mid-terms and mini-tests are helping me, in a way, for my total score, maybe. the weather on monday and tuesday were wonderful. windy, not sunny and neither was it raining. if only that was Singapore's typical climate! walau ... syiok man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, we (the class including William), went to T3's open house. i was gathering the students at Changi Airport MRT station.. next thing i hear from the PASystem was, "Would all students of Hartford Institute please report to Mr. William at Terminal 2's Passenger Service". Next thing, everyone like stood up and followed me. luckly a few eyes were on us. the announcement was made airportwide man! Leon called me and he said he heard it in Burger King. haha. William was so embarassed. anyways, our tour guide was detailed in his explanations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at T2 foodcourt @ level 3 with Win (Singapore), Win (Myanmar), Steve, Navya, Kelvin and Thing. I had rice with &lt;em&gt;ayam rendang &lt;/em&gt;and hotdogs with &lt;em&gt;lauk asam pedas &lt;/em&gt;+ rojak! so the kenyang man. then met up with Jiejie and Bee along with Kelvin and Thing. Jiejie was looking for a new house. finally she rented at Sengkang. and i will try my best to avoid Lavender if possible. chibai! think what, my friends are for sale ar. kanina. lucky he old, if he was young, i don't think so he can ever find his third leg again. met up Val at Jiejie's new house. accompanied them for dinner at Compass point and then we headed home. Valerie was high, mouth cannot zip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wana go cycling, hiking, swimming and day trip to Johor. after 17th of December then i will do all this. 17th is my last paper, which is accounts. haiz. after talk to Jiejie then start studying la. tomorrow important day. told my friend, don't disturb me. Monday onwards, study time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIRTHDAY THANKS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's late, i know, but it's better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you everyone for your wishes. thanks Sabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks Rahim for the birthday treat and Azri for your company. although my closeness with you guys has loosen, you guys still celebrated my birthday, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141643211966156818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R1rJQnsKkBI/AAAAAAAAABA/138ooPREbWA/s320/DSC03497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;17th of November 2007. Officially 17. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks tricia, boon, bee, jiejie, kelvin, valerie, leon &amp;amp; joleen, harinda &amp;amp; kate, amendra &amp;amp; dulangi, ling sia &amp;amp; august, lance, harsh, khalisah, tashi, edy, vivi, debora, san san, thing, ice, bella, chao, win (myanmar), steve plus the new students for the birthday bash. you guys really soaked me and covered me with cake. it was wonderful and also thanks for the gifts and cakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks mum, dad, kakak and aishah for the wishes. kak, thanks for the gift. that was really sweet. thanks haz for the wish too and abul too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141645982220062754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/R1rLx3sKkCI/AAAAAAAAABI/IkYHLzKl4BU/s320/bee+yas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-3256925782295809769</id><published>2007-11-19T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T00:38:01.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;i kept&lt;br /&gt;re-typing&lt;br /&gt;re-typing&lt;br /&gt;re-typing my most for today&lt;br /&gt;i listed every single shit i had in mind&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't feel it was appropriate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't have anyone to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;i can no longer look up at my sister&lt;br /&gt;i can't even trust her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the fuck those he always have to ruin my day?&lt;br /&gt;every single time he arrives home, he'll find his way to criticise me or at least find a fault in me.&lt;br /&gt;it's getting me upset with the kind of treatment i get in this house.&lt;br /&gt;it's not a big issue but it's a problem for me as all of this, for god-knows-what-reason, occurs to me only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the reason why i go to school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;it reduces the chances of me hating any of my family members,&lt;br /&gt;which i really love and treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who could i ever turn to.&lt;br /&gt;someone whom i could pour all my shit ass stories at&lt;br /&gt;i don't seem to have any actually.&lt;br /&gt;my only option was to shut it up.&lt;br /&gt;what a fucked up shit to end the day with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-3256925782295809769?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/3256925782295809769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=3256925782295809769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/3256925782295809769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/3256925782295809769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-so-fucked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-7696634323894837758</id><published>2007-10-30T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T00:18:43.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone asked me (some time ago), "why are you not telling me your secrets anymore?"&lt;br /&gt;why the hell should I? i can't trust you anymore. i tell you, the next thing i know, you'll be telling someone else, especially my mum. it's not once or twice but more than that. have you not realised that i had never told anyone your secrets, including those intimate ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each time you have something that you dislike about me, can you please tell me directly? why do you have to go through dad every single time? whenver he comes back from overseas, he'll be saying, "i heard ... that you are bla bla bla". it's like everytime he comes back home, he'll be receiving negative comments about me. i do agree that i can be unreasonable at times but i do have my flaws. at the very least, you could tell me when i'm in a good mood. has dad ever approach you and say, "yasin told me that ...." (negative remarks)? no right. have i ever spread your secrets to anyone, be it family or non-family members? no right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might have shame you in the past but that happened when i was like 12 or 13 years old? but what you're doing now, at your age, don't you think you could be more mature? is it pleasure that you get from those sacarstic comments you give me? i thought family members are suppose to stand for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one here is highlighting my mistakes. they're more interested in talking behind my back and hurting my feelings. since i joined hartford, they said i changed alot. yes, i did changed. i might be less open with my family members, for certain reasons that i felt was necessary. in terms of spenditure, i'm sorry but i can be spendtrift at times. i'm trying to discipline myself now. for now, there isn't anyone at home whom i could talk comfortably with. i can't be telling my mum my secrets, you crazy? don't come talking about my dad. my younger sister? well, she's too young to understand. my elder sister, "?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really envy the moment when we, as a family, go out for dinner. my mum and sisters would be talking about passer-bys.  my dad would (most of the time) be on the phone. i'll be busy enjoying my food. the best part is when everyone exchange their jokes or riddles. that's when i really feel we're one complete family. my mind would be clear of negative thoughts about any of my family members. nowadays, we rarely go out as a family to have dinner or shopping. i'm busy with school. my dad is busy travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only time that i feel happy is when i'm in school. no that i'm excited with studies but i won't think about the fights or negative thoughts about any of my family members. that would really reduce the risk of me hating them. but well, i can never hate someone. i tend to forgive and forget easily. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong. i don't hate my family. i really do love them, my mum, my dad, my 2 sisters. it's just that, like i said, i have no one else to turn to. ranting here is my only option.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-7696634323894837758?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/7696634323894837758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=7696634323894837758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/7696634323894837758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/7696634323894837758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/10/someone-asked-me-some-time-ago-why-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-6350061905824634278</id><published>2007-10-28T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T02:48:24.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>updates? well, invited my school friends to my house for hari raya. pleasant night we had. organised an orientation for new students (mostly foriegners) and brought them around Singapore. celebrated Clara's birthday at Gotham Penthouse.. hardcore party man. thanks Clara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya this year is totally different. i was sick on the first day but i still enjoyed it. Hari Raya used to be in December previously. back then, we would be having our school holidays and everyone would be doing the preparation such as cooking, cleaning, buying stuffs, making cookies, filling up envelopes with money and so on. the best moment is when i used to stay in KL (Kuala Lumpur). every year, for 6 years, 1 day before hari raya, we (my family and i) would be on the highway back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, for this year, most of us are schooling. my elder sis is taking her O's. my younger sis was having her final exams. my dad was frequently traveling and he still is. i'm schooling till 7pm. basically, weekends are the only days we could go out to our. i have yet to cover 2 more houses later (family). i only went out with my friends once. was suppose to go today with them but too bad, family first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been thinking alot lately. humans are too greedy. they tend to demand for everything they want no matter the possibility. for me, i think within my means. considerations that i take, is it logical? what are the consequences? is it worth the risk? .. that's why i have came to a point which i think i shouldn't pursue any further. standing at the spot that i am at now is the best choice. i can't have everything i want. i can't demand for impossible things. i can't be too greedy. they're things that i have yet to discover, this can wait. when it comes, then i'm lucky. if not, when the time is right, then i'll go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't be chasing for something you can't catch, can you? you gotta wait for it to stop running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight sweetheart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-6350061905824634278?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/6350061905824634278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=6350061905824634278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/6350061905824634278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/6350061905824634278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/10/updates-well-invited-my-school-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-5358714194347587264</id><published>2007-10-05T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T02:08:56.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rather than rotting at home, isn't it better if i put myself into good use? well i did. spent the whole day cleaning up my room, vaccuming the house, mopping the house and helping my mom here and there. i'm exhausted now. my room is clean now. super clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm planning to frame up photos that i have taken for the past few months. i think i'll just grab some frames from IKEA, preferable dark brown or close, and just hang them above my monitor.&lt;br /&gt;judging by the width, i tihnk i can only put 3 -4 photographs and maybe some miniatures. i really wana paint my room but i can't. firstly, i don't know how to paint (properly) and secondly, its too late to hire a painter. i thought of black at first but i would be kidding myself. so.. maybe olive green or gray or brown. i don't know. whatever is nice. almost every side of my walls are damaged. haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn laptop is driving me nuts. everytime when i boot it up, this irritating, annoying, disturbing beeping sound will trigger. it will go on for sometime besides the fact that i'm hitting the ESC and F10 button repeatedly. it would bring me to some Boot up screen and i would just have to press the enter button. do i have to do this shit all the time? imagine me booting up the laptop in the National Library. i'll set a record for going in and out of the library in less than a minute. my hard drive (laptop) is making this noisy buzzing sound at times (it's not right now). HP support webpage said that it's the power plan i'm using but i'm sending it for servicing. besides, my disk drive keep on ejecting itself unnecessarily but wouldn't eject if i press the eject button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's the few problem i experience with HP laptops. besides those, the laptop is an awesome machine. customer care is excellent too. like Evangelos said, it took them like 10 or 15 years in applying CRM. classmates, correct me if i'm wrong. (: hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the pictures. help me pick. i have more but i just can't find them. i'm going to need at least 3 to put up on my walls. when i uploaded these pics into photobucket, they reduced in size and quality. too lazy to change the settings and re-upload them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m146/misternumbaone/IMG_0063ED.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="281" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m146/misternumbaone/IMG_0063ED.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Botanical Gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m146/misternumbaone/IMG_0051.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="281" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m146/misternumbaone/IMG_0051.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merlion (Fullerton)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m146/misternumbaone/IMG_0246.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="281" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m146/misternumbaone/IMG_0246.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spider @ Botanical Gardens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m146/misternumbaone/IMG_0070.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="281" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m146/misternumbaone/IMG_0070.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Esplanade View&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m146/misternumbaone/IMG_0215.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="281" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m146/misternumbaone/IMG_0215.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clarke Quay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m146/misternumbaone/IMG_0203.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="281" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m146/misternumbaone/IMG_0203.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Temple at Bangkok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m146/misternumbaone/IMG_0200.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 331px" height="365" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m146/misternumbaone/IMG_0200.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Temple at Bangkok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m146/misternumbaone/IMG_0287.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 331px" height="365" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m146/misternumbaone/IMG_0287.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dragonfly @ Botanical Gardens&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i really miss someone. nevermind la. soon i'm not going to miss that someone anymore. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-5358714194347587264?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/5358714194347587264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=5358714194347587264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/5358714194347587264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/5358714194347587264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/10/rather-than-rotting-at-home-isnt-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-1658386408097896249</id><published>2007-10-01T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:56:37.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Joleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;Jooooleeeeeeeeenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You (besides Leon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;were the first few people I met in Hartford.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The first thing (you and Leon) asked me was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Do you have a pen?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WTH? You don't bring a pen to school? And could you have at least asked my name? hehe :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Honestly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;from the very first moment i laid my eyes on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you look like a lazy bum to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;as i got to know you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;got closer a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you're lazier than i had thought!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;why had you chose Hartford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;instead of RDI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;where you should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;judging by the way you dress everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;the only thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;we both have in common&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;is that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;we're Scorpios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Obsession and Loyalty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;is what we're most powerful at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mars and Pluto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Passionate and Power respectively,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;are our planets.. yours basically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'm staying on Earth man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok. Joleen, you want a post for yourself right. Here you go. Below are pictures of us during classes. Haiz. You guys see la. She got nothing better to do. Lazy in everything except doing this kinda stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know what else to say. Basically i just talk cock. and Joleen... i was just kidding around aites, maybe some are true (above texts). Lol :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m146/misternumbaone/DSC01798.jpg" width="365" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 281px" height="321" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m146/misternumbaone/DSC01796.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 383px" height="488" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m146/misternumbaone/DSC01411.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 356px" height="369" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m146/misternumbaone/DSC01793.jpg" width="379" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-1658386408097896249?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/1658386408097896249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=1658386408097896249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/1658386408097896249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/1658386408097896249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/10/joleen-jooooleeeeeeeeenn-you-besides.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-3786517570277680164</id><published>2007-09-30T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T01:32:06.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been more than a month since i last ranted. i have been quite occupied with projects and exams and lost my mood to blog during my free time due to exhaustion. what happened for the past 1 month during my MIA? well, very much indeed. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BBQ 27th September&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scored full marks for my Front Office group project. i was so glad. i did good too for my Front Office mid-term. knowing i will pass my Front Office module and not studying much, i just complete section A (mcq) and did a little for section B (short answers) and just hand in the paper. that was my last paper. i had planned a BBQ after the exam. the shitty thing was that it was raining heavily in the morning and besides the weather, i was having fever, headaches and vomitting like fuck early thursday morning. but what the hell, my sickness and the bad weather will not stop us from having the BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played truth or dare. damn. chao danced in front of a couple, kelvin shook somebody's tent, i fucking hell had to kiss Leon on the lips (yucks!), Yi Ting shouted, "i'm an idiot" ... well kind of true of what she said ... lol, bee went to some lady and requested for her donut and afterwhich she wipe the chocolate on Lance's face, Leon (walking like a lady) went to a China man and said "50 dollar. 50 dollar only", that was hilarious man. the China man said "no no no" and walked off smilling to himself. (=. Lance tailed some chinese aunt ridding her bicycle and just stared her (freaking awkward man). Minnie some sort kissed Chao. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told Bee to put some stuff somwhere else so that it won't fly away and she kept asking "why why why why" (for fun). she will never stop asking no matter how many answers you've given her. she ask Why, i ask what, why again, how then, why again, where then, why again .... bla bla bla. thats our conversation. told Ling Sia to help me scoop some noodles for me and she gave me quite a big amount but still, i can finish it. first scoop was a big one cos i was hungry. then Bee called me a dinosaur. since then, i'm no more red-passport (my nickname in school), i'm a damn dinosaur. when i ask someone for a drink, Bee would say "dinosaur want water" then "dinosaur want hotdog" and it continues. haha. Bee Bee.. you and your hyperness but it was cute. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brief summary of the past events.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sentosa with my schoolmates.. quite an enjoyment :) Gave 4 red roses + 1 white rose to someone. my initial plan was to give her black roses since black is her favourite colour but couldn't find one. tried bugis and pasir ris but they didn't have any. had to place order 2-3 weeks in advance and minimum order was 6 or 10 stalks costing up to $104 for really dark red rose (close to black). so just gave her the red and white rose. she was so suprised that i didn't had chance to explain the meaning of the flowers to her. but i did it anyway at MSN and cleared things up. (don't get it wrong. friends only).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished all my presentations and exams for the term. having a week break. watched Rogue Assassin with a bunch of my friends. can't recall much. so that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me start something new here, just to wake up my dead blog here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Post your questions at the tag board and i will answer them in next post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How about it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any questions that isn't too personal and i'll gurantee answers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me ask the first question:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can you guys ask me anything that is not too personal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, definetly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-3786517570277680164?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/3786517570277680164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=3786517570277680164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/3786517570277680164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/3786517570277680164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-more-than-month-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-4005338054370547038</id><published>2007-08-24T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T17:30:31.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sure i'm not going to do well for my CRM assignment cos' i finished it in the morning of my due date, yesterday. Umma called me on wednesday, when i was having lunch with Yi Ting after doing some work in the NLB which afterwards i saw Azri and his friends crossing the road opposite me, and asked me for a favour which i agreed to. she wanted me to become a model for a school magazine photo shoot. didn't know why she called me but she asked for another 2 more female good-looking models. so i chose Anna and Grace. unfortunately, Anna turned down but Grace agreed. i didn't kow Eric was chosen too until the photo shoot itself when he went off after me from class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna  helped me with the cover page and content page for my CRM assignment. not bad. thanks Anna. (: class ended at 6.45pm. went down, spoke to Amendra and the others. i headed to the MRT alone. Harinda was chit chatting with Sourya and Mumthaz. Harry, Harsh, Eric and Lance were getting a cab to Shangri-La to meet the manager. that's fucking unfair. haha. wish we had that chance. i mean my group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i planned to get a rose for my sister cos she turned 18 yesterday. i totally forgot about it until the bus 358 passed downtown east. i dorpped at Alep's bus stop, crossed over and took 21 back to WS. got a stalk of rose, took 358, again back home and dropped at my bus stop. it was raining, so i wore my blazer (for the photo shoot0 and i felt like i was going to meet my girlfriend or something with being all dressed up and holding a stalk of rose. hahaha. sadly, when i reached home, my sis was still not back home yet from her tuition, that was like 8pm plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we (my family and my aunty's family) celebrated with KFC chickens, mash potatos and a chocolate, vanilla and strawberry ice cream my dad bought. tasty but i was coughing afterwards. i haven't fully recovered yet. so today, i gotta take care of myself. no cold foods or drinks or somesort. haiz. sad but i can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished watching "Reign Over Me" starring Adam Sandle, Don Cheadle and Liv Tyler (daughter of Steve Tyler - Aerosmith). it's pretty touching. for those torrent freaks, get it from &lt;a href="http://www.torrentfive.com/"&gt;www.torrentfive.com&lt;/a&gt;. the movie played a very nice song too at the credits section. it's Reign O'er Me by Pearl Jam. just sharing a little of what i've watched and heard today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how long is it gona be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-4005338054370547038?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/4005338054370547038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=4005338054370547038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/4005338054370547038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/4005338054370547038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-sure-im-not-going-to-do-well-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-8408431657776652590</id><published>2007-08-18T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T00:15:46.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been sometime. this week has been one of the week i wouldn't like to recall. it's been tough for myself. very much indeed. knowing that you had failed to make sure things went well no matter how hard you tried. bringing bad news would be the last thing on my list but i had to prioritise this as top. leaving her in doubt would just cause her more pain. i have not met him for sometime neither am i in contact with him. god, where's my brother? has god forbiden us to meet? i would normally see him from his balcony when i come back from school but i have not so far. i do not know what other mediums of communication i could think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had been unwell, in terms of health, for the past week. cough, flu, block nose, asthma and slight fever attacked me all at once. i couldn't concentrate much in class although i never did but yeah. i took medications everyday but only once a day. i can't take it during lessons. you crazy? i would be sleeping and snoring in class. it would worsen the condition even.i need rest when i'm on drugs. Clara gave me a disapproved look when i lighted a stick. but what the hell, i can't resist it. i kept going to the toilet to throw my flegm and pee-ing away all the plain water i had been drinking to satisfy my thirst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;only certain people would understand what i am going to rant next..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my wife. i don't know where he had gone. it's funny you know. the fact that he stays 2 blocks away from me. he seems to be MIA. haha. maybe he's busy with he's student council thingy, school, work or all of them at once. but yeah. he's my only one trusted friend, or i should say, brother. sad to say that we've parted abit since school begun and we went our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once said to him, "anything for a brother". so it's a promise that i made to him that i'll help him no matter it's consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the MRT, seats were full although it's at Pasir Ris, the usual morning crowd. so we stood. she seem so cheerful for me to break the news to her. i decided to talk bout things that surrounds us like her "cacat" toes. mine's normal for your info. "cacat" is a malay term for disabled. she started about searching golds in mines. haha. she totally got me away from the news. my laugh seized when she mention, "somethin (prefer not to say it)". i didn't know why but i was obvious as my expression changed. confirmed with him but he didn't reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked her to her school as i had a lot more time. on the way, i was thinking wether to tell her now or another day. i decided to tell her when we reached her school where i could sit down and speak to her properly but something held me back. maybe it's because i can't bare to hurt her with another bad news. i've been the middle person before and definetly telling her this is being another one, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her after my class and during her break. imagine the drop of temperature in my body. the coldness you feel inside you when delivering bad news to someone. it's like telling your 8 year old daughter that her mother died. she ignored my eyes. i knew it was a signal to leave her alone. so we exchanged goodbyes and went our separate path, she back to school and i had know idea where i was going. i was walking in all directions. i don't know why it's affecting me alot when it's not related to me. i just found a spot somewhere nearby and sat there for what-seems-like 30 minutes. i sat there thinking and just thinking. i didn't expect anything like this. we, me her and him were like family. just that he is my wife and she's our daughter which is biologically impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, being one of her trusted friend, betraying her in a way of not telling her any sooner and relaying her this bad news. and him, being my trusted brother, had not replied my texts much nor returning my calls unless it's regarding her. i guess i feel that i'm attach to both of them that seeing things happening like this just hurts me too, in a way. especially seeing her like this. after what she had recovered. oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worry for her well-being and for his sudden missing in action status. could things be any better? i'm sorry i had to rant it here. i had know where else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;end. please keep this story to yourself. thank you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday is exam for front office. 30 mcqs and 5 short answer questions. not too bad. pretty easy. just need to understand here and there. wish me luck. i plan to go school with her on monday. i just need to see her. goodnight my lovely readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-8408431657776652590?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/8408431657776652590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=8408431657776652590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/8408431657776652590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/8408431657776652590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-been-sometime.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-5168396816639068712</id><published>2007-07-28T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:53:43.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really didn't feel like waking up this morning. but i had to print photographs before i head to school. i did print it yesterday but i printed the wrong ones. fuck man. my dad agreed giving me a lift to Peninsula Plaza. i quickly swallowed my scramble eggs and got dress. got into the car and as usual, my dad always talk about his busniess. i just listened. he's indirectly telling me not to sell power systems.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i entered the shop (same shop i printed yesterday and previous occasions  too - they print your pictures exactly as how it is when you see it in the screen. perfect.) and the guy glimpsed at me twice. haha. he might be wondering why am i here again. selected my pictures and had to wait for about an hour and 10 minutes because they just switched on the printer. (usually it's 30 minutes service). i got nowhere to go man. i first walk to cathay photo to enjoy looking at the lenses and then down to basement for breakfast.. heavy breakfast for this case. i had plain white rice with dalca, chicken and papadom. indian dish. forgive me if i spelled some words incorrectly. i got my pics before heading off to school. looks like i would have to visit PSS on monday after my school and group meeting (group assignment for one of my module).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met a new guy from my class today. well, he's not actually that new in Hartford but new to me. he prefers to be called Sha (first 3 letters of his name). he's pretty funny though. class was as usual. i don't know why i was very attentive today but i answered alot of the questions. haha. bored i guess. installed norton 360 in Mohamed's laptop. watch Sha imitating our friend .. haha. he's a joker. since we introduced ourselves, it was laughter all the way. even when he slipped and landed on his butt in front of the school. harsh didn't do anything. he just looked and checked out his butt after he got up. i laughed and got him up. he said, "i don't want to go back to school man". haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home and my whole family including my aunt, my uncle and my 2 little cousins were home. my mum, dad, lil sis, aunt and aqilah (cousin) sent my dad to the airport (he's going to Kuala Lumpur and then don't know where else) then to my cousin's (another cousin) place. she's getting married tomorrow. congrats! :) i stayed home with my uncle, elder sis and arif (my other lil cousin). he forced me to be by his side while he played internet games cos he was afraid of being alone. sat there till he went out of the room. long man. my uncle then headed to loyang point to do some stuff and then back here to fetch his son. before that, my sis cleaned his eye (he fell down and his right eye landed on the pedestrian pavement - side, near the drain - and had a few stiches. it happened yesterday. it's bad man but he's alright. vision is ok, so is his bones. only swollen right eye.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm alone now. my elder sis is asleep. my mum and lil sis is not back home yet. i did some work on my group assignment but chucked it aside.. save the fun for Monday. i think i'll just watch LOST (Tv Series Show) Season 2. :) i'm lazy to colour up this rant. i'll just leave it plain aite. i might hang out with harinda and eric tomorrow. sunday i'm going to my cousin's wedding then head to my uncle's house in Johor. i thought i could rest man. maybe tomorrow i'd just stay home. if harinda and eric want to hang out, i'll just tell them to come my house. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-5168396816639068712?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/5168396816639068712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=5168396816639068712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/5168396816639068712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/5168396816639068712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-really-didnt-feel-like-waking-up-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-5156914376074999922</id><published>2007-07-25T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:40:23.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i like the song "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Timbaland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Feat&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Keri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hilson&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i still haven't got that girl's name. i'm die-ing to know her name. i have not seen her this week. god please help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i don't know why my friends finds Yeni Yeo's class boring. she's great to me. it's just that she quite strict compared to the other lecturers. strict like if you no one answers the question, she's going to eat up our break time. and if you come back late from break, she'll cut down the break by 10 mins everytime. well, bout rules, i find it irritating. other than that.. she always do class activities and individual participation. Evangelos's class is more like you sit there through out the lesson and listen to him talking. ok enough said about lecturers. can't expect everything from them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;had morning class. headed to bedok with Harinda and 3 other friends of mine (i can't recall their name.. i'm such a bad friend. haha). well me and Harinda dropped at bedok, the rest went back to their home. i went to buy ciggies while Harinda head home to get dressed for his date. tsk tsk. chicky motherfucker. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i took 17 back home and about 100m from my staircase to my house, my mother spotted me. she claimed that she shouted my name but i didn't hear. honestly! i was hearing to music though. full blast. hehe. i took of my earpiece when opening the main door. that's when i heard my house phone ringing. it was my mum.. and she said, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;talipon handphone 3 kali tk jawab. pekik kau nye nama pun tak dengar. sumbat lagi telinga kau dengan mp3. come down now, follow me go pasar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; didn't gave me any chance speak. and how the hell can i sumbat my telinga with mp3. it's earpiece la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to tampines mart, did some grocery shopping. went to my aunt house. ate lunch. slept like an hour or two. went to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sands&lt;/span&gt;. i was still sleepy so i thought i would resume my sleep in the car but it was uncomfortable. got up and met my mum and younger sister. they bought some stuff for my dad's friend's daughter. my sis wanted to eat burger in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Donalds&lt;/span&gt;. so we headed there. on the way to the supermarket at Basement 1 i spotted Mr. Tharmen (my secondary social studies teacher) eating ice-cream at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swensens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with some guy i didn't recognise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my mum cooked some mee with beef and ... i don't know.. it's just food man. i had that for dinner like 2 rounds cos i'm fucking hungry. now i'm just enjoying my paddle pop &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;. hehe. experiencing some brain-freeze from time to time. it fucks. i know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm having classes from 12.45pm till 7pm tomorrow. another &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; long day.haiz. orite. tc. please do rant. thanks. still no sms or call. i guess she has totally forgot about me or she's just ignoring me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-5156914376074999922?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/5156914376074999922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=5156914376074999922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/5156914376074999922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/5156914376074999922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-like-song-way-i-are-by-timbaland-feat.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-92011346496443682</id><published>2007-07-24T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T00:03:32.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i couldn't find her! shit man. i was refering to the inodonesian girl. i just want to know her name and maybe her email or something. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was almost late for school. woke up at 11am quickly showered, got dressed and head out without taking any breakfast. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt; right? haha. i reached class 10 minutes later. would had been ealier but i usually smoke before going class.. so it's just my habit. haha. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Evangelos&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; class is pretty boring and i'm still not sure what i'm studying. it looks like i got to read the damn fucking book to understand every sentence he's talking about. haiz. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;William&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;class was more relaxed. he often jokes here and there. and he's the one who said, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;your face &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red passport&lt;/span&gt; booked already&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;. damn. why me? why not the 2 Singaporeans beside me too? maybe it's my malay-looking face. since then, people kept calling me,&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red passport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;. haha. i didn't know Anna smokes. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i headed to orchard after class to meet up with my mum and my aunts. by then i was already worn out. put my bag in the car and headed to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Donald&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;. i was more tempted to eat at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KFC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but i couldn't bare the long queue. got a McSpicy with Sundae Hot Fudge. damn, i was so full then. next thing i know, my aunts and my mum want to sit at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KFC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to eat dinner. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; i'm full now and you're eating &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;chicken&lt;/span&gt; right under my nose. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;. the smell...... &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;hh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hh&lt;/span&gt;. i just had some of my mum's. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; can't resist it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having morning class tomorrow. hope i'd spot her tomorrow. i wish it would be like, "&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i didn't catch your name&lt;/span&gt;" and not hi bye or exchange smiles. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-92011346496443682?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/92011346496443682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=92011346496443682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/92011346496443682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/92011346496443682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-couldnt-find-her-shit-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-3671501517999678810</id><published>2007-07-23T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:58:35.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;17th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAZZY &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 439px; HEIGHT: 337px" height="370" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/93/26/31256239/486337442l.jpg" width="495" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haz &amp; Has&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when to consult the doctor at Polyclinic regarding my skin. doctor prescribed me with some steriod cream and a pill to kill the itchiness. we (me and my mum) then picked up my aunty and her 2 little children and headed to vivo. finally i bought a new slipper after god-knows-how-long i have been using capal (malay traditional footwear). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 281px; HEIGHT: 197px" src="http://www.crocs.com.sg/images/products/large/070705181908_CRETE_M_WHITE_KHAKI_PAIR.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crocs Crete white/&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;khaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;my initial plan was to get a pair like &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Azri&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;newurban&lt;/span&gt; but my mum disagreed reasoning that it's not worthy to pay for. so we headed to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i spotted the slipper that i once was interested in when i was window shopping with my dad. tested it and it was the last pair of size 43 but the left pair was tight (manufacture's fault). &lt;strong&gt;Aldo&lt;/strong&gt; was the next shop that we went. design =&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; ok&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. price = &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pricey&lt;/span&gt;. size = &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;not available&lt;/span&gt;. sales-assistant = &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lembuttt!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. found nothing interesting too in &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Timberland&lt;/span&gt; shop. that's when i separated from them as they were very hungry (i ate ealier in my aunt's house) and found Crocs shop. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;latet i'm meeting &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Elly&lt;/span&gt; to pass her my former secondary school tie cos she needs it tomorrow (standard: tuesday is tie day). i don't need it anyway. still no sms or call from her but wtf. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;dira &lt;/span&gt;started texting me today. she was asking me what would i say if she ask me to go back. it's like out of a sudden she ask me that quest. i was puzzled. i replied "go where?". and then i know she's just bored. that's why she's starting all her nonsense. haha cute. if you guys don't know who &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;dira&lt;/span&gt; is, well, (*little background info*) she's my ex last year. she was my last ex too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090405363691160818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/RqTAtUmOBPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/F2a99f1Gx-I/s320/me+n+dira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me &amp;amp; Dira (taken @ Esplanade 06')&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;that's all for today i guess. tomorrow i'm schooling from 12.45pm - 7.00pm. long day. haiz. ok tc&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-3671501517999678810?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/3671501517999678810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=3671501517999678810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/3671501517999678810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/3671501517999678810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-17th-birthday-hazzy-lef-t-haz-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/RqTAtUmOBPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/F2a99f1Gx-I/s72-c/me+n+dira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-6398993527993155967</id><published>2007-07-22T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:16:28.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up. showered. met izwan mat and his friend. watched '&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty Cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' movie with izwan after mat and friend left. it's a very nice movie. you guys should watch it. go to torrentfive.com and download it. still waiting for Lost Season 2 &amp; 3 to finish download. still have not reached 30% after 2 days for both torrents. haiz. my mum came back with 'nasi dengan lauk lemak ayam and daging rendang' which was very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;spicy&lt;/span&gt; for my taste buds. read &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;newpaper&lt;/span&gt; before heading off to afternoon nap. woke up, cooked burgers. watched movie while eating it. and now i'm here. i'ts a boring day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to buy my slippers from "&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;new urban&lt;/span&gt;" shop today but my mum was too lazy to shop with the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;crowd. so i guess it's either tomorrow or tuesday. tomorrow i'm going to the polyclinic to check on my skin allergies. suddenly my necek started to have rashes and then it becomes dry and rough.. just like in between my thighs and legs. haiz. one shit after another. izwan said that haikal (his younger brother) has that too (below the neck and between the legs) and the doctor prescribed him with some lotion. oh well, i'll just hope that it's going to go off fast. it's fucking itchy at times man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ealier today, i chatted with someone. i said, "hey" and waited for a reply which eventually didn't happened. so i guess that someone dosen't want to talk to me although that someone appears online (not busy, away or be right back). so i said, "ok". expected an sms from that someone like, "sorry didn't reply you just now.. i was eating" or some sort but again, it didn't happened. haiz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-6398993527993155967?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/6398993527993155967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=6398993527993155967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/6398993527993155967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/6398993527993155967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/07/woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-7075031727814275921</id><published>2007-07-22T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T01:44:00.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man, i'm tired. cycled to KK Hospital yesterday from my home. i didn't plan to go there actually but since i'm out and i'm cycling to town, why not drop by to meet my mum, my aunties and cuzzies. They were there because my cousin, Arif, did an x-ray of his leg. Doctor said he had some growth of something and most likely he needs to do operation. &lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 219px" height="100" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m146/misternumbaone/Image002.jpg" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arif&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;after that, they all headed to Mustafa Centre to do some shopping. i just rode back to Pasir Ris, bought ciggy and met hafiz n gang. he's still the same old guy, can't stop with his sarcasm. haha. still, a nice guy. his second elder sister is getting married though... in fact she's married, today. haha. congrats. and ya, totally to wish &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY TO NAJWA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sorry. after the whole thing, i was tired and suddenly something hit me. i just needed to clear my thoughts so i headed to bed early. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;today, woke up at 11. had 4 slices of bread with nutella. had my shower. met izwan under his block. played poker and his tummy pestered him for food. went up to his house and he cooked some instant noodle thingy that was pretty tasty. at about 3.30pm or so, i headed home and got dressed to go to west coast. my dad's friend had his son's birthday party there. he's staying 3 blocks away from mine so ya.. pretty far actually. it's West Coast Recreational Centre, beside Clementi Stadium (if i'm not wrong). we were supposed to do rock climbing but i had no mood, so was my sister (elder. younger sis had camp in school). we just sat and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;god-knows-how-many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;chicken nuggets i ate. haha. didn't had any appetite for other stuff such as fried bee hoon with prawn, fried mee with prawn and fried satay. i'm craving for rice. it's been like at least 12 hours i had not eaten rice! that's pretty long for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i didn't know Nee Soon (near Yishun) area was a replica of little india. no offence guys. it's just an alternative way to say that there's alot of indian residents living there. you guys are probably wondering what in the world am i doing there. well, saturday or sunday, it's common to have wedding invitations. :) but i didn't go. my mum and my elder sis went. i just waited in the car. i circled the damn estate to find for a Coke (see how much i love it) and i just found out if i had did a left turn when i first exited from the car, i would have gotten my Coke already. haha. fucked up right. headed to my grandmother's house at sembawang then headed central (pasir ris) to buy dinner before heading home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i hope i'll wake up for madrasah tomorrow. i missed it last week. haha. overslept, as usual. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOLEEN! &lt;/strong&gt;sorry la, i forgot to invite you. later we take pic together and i invite you went i go cycling alright. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMIRAH! &lt;/strong&gt;It's different ok. See how crazy i am about Coke. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-7075031727814275921?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/7075031727814275921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=7075031727814275921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/7075031727814275921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/7075031727814275921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/07/man-im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-3363297943837840427</id><published>2007-07-18T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T01:17:17.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been 32 Days (Written at 11.53pm, 18th July) since i last updated this shit. it's fucking freaking you know. about 20 minutes ago, i just finished watching the movie titled, "The Number 23" starring Jim Carey. They kept emphasising about the numebr 23 or 32. so it's like freaky man.. 32 Days since i last updated? haha. mere coincidence i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been 2 weeks since i started school. people here are wonderful man. guys are pretty easy to interact with. girls... i tried to start a conversation but it seems like they pretended i wasn't there.. just shy i guess. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my first day (orientation) in school, i came about 10 minutes after 9am.. late but wth. entered class and all of them were there .. people from different courses but the same month in-take. i took some papers and walked to the back of the class. while scanning around for available seats, this girl (i'm guessing indonesian) caught my eye. i don't know why, maybe it's because she was looking at me too? i think. our eyes met for a second or two then i .... just looked down on the floor heading to the empty seat behind her. fucker right. i should had smile but nvm. last 2 days i was smoking at the designated smoking area and she was walking pass me. i didn't expect her to smile, so i just looked her. suprisingly, she smiled, very widely. haha. i returned her a smile too. she's in the busniess course (overheard her talking with one of the course consultant) hehe. i must get her email or contact number or something. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my classes are basically about 3 hours including breaks. at most in a day i would have 6 hours max for this semester. things don't look too easy. i have to scrap off my bad habits, starting from now which had been inside me for about 7 months. haha. i have to tell you guys this. on my first day, i had to fill up some membership form and guess what? my fucking hands were damn shaky and it felt fuckign awkward writing. i looked back at what i wrote .. OMG .. a monkey could do much better. haha. now my handwriting is back to normal alright.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i completed my studio lighting course (photography) which i took up about a month ago. i have yet to develop 6 photos in Super 8R format. i'm not a very fantastic photographer but good enough to take a decent photo. dateline is by August, so i have time. developing the photos would take me only about 30 mins to an hour. i might just do it on friday or somethnig. tomorrow i'm schooling from 12pm till 7pm.. so no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of these days i might be going cycling with my new schoolmates. maybe cycle to places like town or sentosa. i already have one guranteed-going cyclist with me, Harinda. he's in the same course i'm in. might invite izwan to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if only you could understand how i felt when you said those things to me. but i just kept my status visible and my feelings hidden. i don't wish to hurt you nor myself but i guess this is the best choice. i hope you would understand and accept my strange behaviour for this short period of time. i just need a time for myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-3363297943837840427?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/3363297943837840427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=3363297943837840427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/3363297943837840427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/3363297943837840427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-been-32-days-written-at-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-4915544139547628370</id><published>2007-06-17T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T15:58:12.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Waktu terasa semakin berlalu&lt;br /&gt;tinggalkan cerita tentang kita&lt;br /&gt;akan tiada lagi kini tawamu&lt;br /&gt;Tuk hapuskan semua sepi di hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada cerita tentang aku dan dia&lt;br /&gt;dan kita bersama saat dulu kala&lt;br /&gt;Ada cerita masa yang indah&lt;br /&gt;saat kita berduka saat kita tertawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teringat di saat kita tertawa bersama&lt;br /&gt;Ceritakan semua tentang kita."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i didn't hear anything but the beat of my heart and the song. technically, you would say it's that in-ear earpiece that i'm using which silent the world but emotionally, i would say it's me missing her. i didn't see pavements in front of me or my handlebars, all i see is us in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that song has history in it, for me i meant. it reminded me of her the time she hugged my hand so gently, resting her head on my right shoulder, strectching her legs on the armrest in front of her and listening to this song together. when she mentioned that this song reminded her of us, i held her tighter knowing no other girl had related her thoughts or memories with me in it. how could i ever loose that grip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-4915544139547628370?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/4915544139547628370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=4915544139547628370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/4915544139547628370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/4915544139547628370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/06/waktu-terasa-semakin-berlalu-tinggalkan.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-7782589973359376096</id><published>2007-06-14T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T01:05:22.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-7782589973359376096?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/7782589973359376096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=7782589973359376096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/7782589973359376096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/7782589973359376096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-3240169585724748675</id><published>2007-06-12T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T03:29:42.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the moment i looked into your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was like looking into our diary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the silence i staged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wasn't the sleepless night i had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was i, walking down memory lane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how could i have disrespected you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how could i have inflicted you with pain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how could i have been so inhumane?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how could i overlooked you with someone whom i barely knew?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how could i have been so self-centred to not think about your feelings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel so un-heartedly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so ignorant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so un-thoughful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so foolish &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so blind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so infatile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so disgusted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's been months &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since i had that true feeling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'm stucked between two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guilt or love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't decide on one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or might it be both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she just made me realised &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things that i had not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some say she could be the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;could she ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that bite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that pinch, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;god help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-3240169585724748675?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/3240169585724748675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=3240169585724748675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/3240169585724748675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/3240169585724748675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/06/moment-i-looked-into-your-eyes-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-4136763940958865317</id><published>2007-06-10T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T21:15:50.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FRIDAY - went out with my mum, younger sis and my aunt to EXPO for the John Little sale. had our lunch at S11 tampines before we headed there. to our dissapointment, again, the canopy that we saw previously in EXPO was during the Metro Sale. haiz. we ended up buying 4 Toblerones, 3 big rectangle-shaped chocolates and a t-shirt for my younger sister. went back to my aunt house for awhile then took bus back to Pasir Ris. get my ciggy from home and went to central kopitiam to meet rahim, mat and hafiz. sat, chit chat, drink, rahim ate his dinner and we took off at about 11.20pm. packed my stuff and rode my bike to pasir ris park where my family were. met mat, fadilah and hafiz later at about 1am at cheers downtown east. bought drinks and didn't sleep the whole night. we played poker, drank, ate, disturb a frog and chit chat whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY - Mat dozed off at about 6 plus in the morning. i sat and talked to hafiz. hafiz went home. mat followed him to take his bicycle which later he came with izwan. we went swimming at costa sands resort. had our lunch at downtown east. went home at about 12.45. decided to catch a nap for awhile before i go for my photorology seminar 3pm (according to what i registered on my organise) at Keppel Bay Tower 2, Harbourfront.. somwhere near Vivocity. woke up at about 1.30. checked my email to see re-confirm the location. FUCK! it starts at 2pm! quickly i got dressed, pack some stuff, wash my face and my mum gave me taxi money. it cost me $17 to go there which i only attended for 40 minutes. it was supposed to end at 5pm but it ended at 3.15 instead. wtf. chilled at vivo for awhile before heading home. met wan bo at harbourfront mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY - woke up for my madrasah exam. watched some TV shows after that. back to sleep at about 12pm. woke up at 3 plus in the afternoon and found out that both my sisters were gone. my younger sister went to her ustaza's wedding and met up with my elder sister later on at tampines. my parents then went out at about 4pm and went to orchard. i was so fucking bored and didn't know what to do. oh ya! phoned izwan and we met under my block. chit chat, played poker, ate some crackers, smoked and later my sisters showed up with zaki. 5 minutes later we decided to head home cos my parents were on their way home. i had my dinner which totally didn't satisfied my tongue nor my tummy. now i'm just chatting with izwan, everybody's changing by Keane is playing on windows media player and soon, i'm going to fall sick of boredom again. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is there to look in this week? i wonder. fuck man. when is school going to start. fuck fuck fuck fuck. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-4136763940958865317?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/4136763940958865317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=4136763940958865317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/4136763940958865317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/4136763940958865317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/06/friday-went-out-with-my-mum-younger-sis.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-8295944469075193650</id><published>2007-06-07T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T13:36:27.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally, i got The Freedom Writers Diary book after what seems like 2 weeks i guess. haha. i reserved this book at the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Times Bookstore&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Centrepoint&lt;/span&gt; and they called me regarding the avability before i went to Bangkok. totally forgot about it when i came back from Bangkok. luckly they called me .. not that they wanted to remind me i hadn't collect it but a lady wanted to purchase that book and they were asking if i still wanted that book. obviously i said yes and collected it yesterday. couldn't stop reading. i just wanted to know what it's like to live in America, especially a place where being shot at was no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what inspired me to purchase that book was the movie they made, "&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The Freedom Writers&lt;/span&gt;". for you torrent lovers, go to &lt;a href="http://www.torrentspy.com"&gt;www.torrentspy.com&lt;/a&gt; and search for axxo and find for the movie tittle. it's a great movie. to know more about the movie, go to &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com"&gt;www.imdb.com&lt;/a&gt; and search for the movie title. just a little info for you guys. i'm sure many of you would already know how to do all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after buying that book, i had no intention to shop for myself but my mom kinda ask me to try this giordano shorts and i had been looking for such shorts for a long time. it was at &lt;strong&gt;50%&lt;/strong&gt; discount so, what the fuck. i just buy it. $20? that's cheap. my younger sister bought a t-shirt for herself too and so did my dad, as usual, but he didn't bought it at giordano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in about an hour from now, i'm heading to my ustaz house to do my exam which i skipped last sunday. 3 papers, ok la. can manage it. previous years i will always be absent for at least 2 lessons and i would have to do like 6 papers in a day. that was frustrating. i'm heading to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;botanic gardens&lt;/span&gt; after that to take some photos then straight to my photography class at dhoby ghaut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm planning to go cycling in &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pulau Ubin&lt;/span&gt; soon. maybe next week or something. izwan, when are you free? if you're not, it's ok, i can go by myself. ajak Mat skali. anybody else who want to tag along, sms me aites or if you don't have my number, email me: &lt;a href="mailto:misternumbaone@yahoo.com.sg"&gt;misternumbaone@yahoo.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me something i don't know! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-8295944469075193650?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/8295944469075193650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=8295944469075193650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/8295944469075193650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/8295944469075193650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally-i-got-freedom-writers-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-3787816024692098360</id><published>2007-06-05T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T01:39:55.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;4 June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you guys get irritated with those jackass-es who advertise their product on paper and put up a very nice picture of it but when you come down to the shop, what you expected was way beyond your imagination. i had this experience just now. me and my mum went down to Compass Point (Sengkang) to purchase the Canopy which was selling @ $59. my mum got to know about it when she read it in the straits times on wednesday. well, the Canopy was totally different from what they displayed on the papers. it was made of some material, which i can't recall the name, that would be extremely hot if left under the sun for a long time which defeats the purpose of having a Canopy right. what the fuck. wasted my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was like 3pm and i hadn't had anything, not even breakfast or a glass of water. headed to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. had zinger meal, cheese fries, popcorn  chicken, mash potato and some of my mum's chicken. that's not alot right? did some grocery shopping at Loyang Point, watched Idiocracy and Next, ate some hot dogs and now i'm chattin with  Sabeela, Izwan and Luqman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends, if you plan to invite me to SB nite or anything, i'm pretty packed this week. tuesday i have plans with my family, wednesday i'm going out by myself to fire some shots, thursday night i have a Course, friday i might or might not be free. i would prefer a one day group gathering and we do as much as we can on that day. you guys know me, can't make it if it's like every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine. 500 years from now, everyone is expecting things to be different. people just need shoes to travel around within a few minutes. i'ts a freaking smoke-free world, nobody smokes. cash is your thumb. everybody wears this same tight suites with a small 10-cent-look-alike device on their ears which is an earpiece and has this weird way of walking. well .. that's what most of us might think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what if things were different and the world, instead of changing into something positive, it became a negative thing in life. women were men's god. they pray to them by fucking. plain english were faggots' way of talking. humans only eat cream foods and drink beer. the president shows his concern about his country by pointing two of his middle fingers towards the country. kicking guys on their nuts were funny. present geylang looks nicer then the future hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just some fucked up random thoughts of mine inspired from the Idiocracy movie. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabeela Izwan Kelly, i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-3787816024692098360?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/3787816024692098360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=3787816024692098360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/3787816024692098360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/3787816024692098360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/06/4-june-do-you-guys-get-irritated-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-6110537208708326227</id><published>2007-06-04T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:11:29.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got myself a Targus backpack for my daily use and a 1GB Kingston miniSD for my handphone. sadly, my dad wasn't really satisfied with the Targus backpack. he said i would regret when i see the wide collection of bags at Challenger Funan. see, this is what i hate. he kept repeating the same old opinion of his which makes you feel so bad and guilty of wasting his money. i just wish i could turn back time and waited for him to buy. you guys might be guessing why i hadn't done so. let me tell you, yesterday (Sunday) was the last day of the PC Show and Targus were selling their products at 15% off. 5% more than Funan but since i'm there, why not take the opportunity right. fuck it la, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was more like a gay day for me. not that i'm gay ok. i went out with my uncle the whole day. went to Funan to see the Targus reatil outlet which was no different from the PC Show except that it's more expensive. totally forgot to go to Challenger and went straight to lunch. headed to the PC Show, bought some stuff. my uncle wanted to pray, so we headed to BD and found the mosque closed. haha. tired, sleepy and worn out, we had a drink and a Sundae pie at burger king. my uncle wanted to buy sticker book for his son at Giant, Marina Square which was replaced by John Little. decided to survey the Creative shop. fuck man. i wish i could just have those speakers .. can't remember the model but the sound was superb, especially the bass. it was dinner time. after suggesting places that were a train stop away, we decided to walk to a building near Raffles City where Magic Wok was open. ate, drank, burp and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family and my uncle's family were out together watching Pirates of the Carribean at Cathay Cineliesure. i didn't joined them because i had already watched it with azri, luqman, neezar, izzuan, zulfiqar and alann if i'm not wrong. it's a great movie. a very entertaining show indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just felt that something is missing in my life these days. i guess i know what it is but i'm just being denial and not trying to think about it. wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-6110537208708326227?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/6110537208708326227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=6110537208708326227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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boring you know. sleep early and wake up late... i mean .. sleep EARLY in the morning and wake up LATE in the afternoon. :) i know people like Luqman are my regular viewers and have been kicking my ass to update my blog often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm fine, thank you for asking. my tummy is getting slightly larger, my skin tone is much darker now, my mind is rotting and my urge to drink is building up. for those who don't know, i went to Bangkok on the 13th and was back 4 days later. had a rough week then. cycled to tiong bahru, bukit merah and orchard area on the 28th May. my aunt was discharged from SGH on friday. i have basically turned into someone who prefers to do things himself. he'd rather shop, eat, cycle or whatsoever by himself. i'm trying my best not to turn into a self-centred asshole. so i have been hanging out with my family and realised how much i love my sisters and my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the desire and temptation to find a new girl has been very distracting nowadays. things were very strange. the mind starts to bring in the past and mostly were wonderful. a very distinctive smell caught me earlier today while i was showering. it reminded me of someone but i don't know who. i'm very postive it did not remind me of a place, a thing or someone i'm related to but someone i used to love. it took 15 minutes of my life off by just staring into empty space, trying to figure out it's origins. still, it was left hanging in mid-air. i have indeed kept myself away from love or falling for it. i wanted a time for myself and not think bout relationship or anything related to it. hurt, pain and suffering is what i would get for loving someone. never could a woman ever make me so happy like she did but that was just infatuation. sabeela, you know what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabeela. &lt;/strong&gt;i would really love to thank you for everything. the faith and believe you had for me and had was tremendous. no other human could ever have award me with that help and concern you have. remember, you'll have me forever as long as we don't loose touch. the 17th Clan. haha. take care of mummy ok. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iz.&lt;/strong&gt; i would like to apologise about the other day that you went back late and about that thingy ... you know what i know what these readers don't. sent my regards to your family alright. tell your mother thanks for the invitation. sorry no pressie. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luqman &amp; Alep.&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for the company guys. Wouldn't had been great without you guys. Alep, satu hari kau punya PSP lak kene curik. Hidup kau takde berkat nye. Percaya lah aku. haha. Sorry guys that i left the both of you early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want is to just start school asap cause im damn bloody motherfucking bored sitting at home doing practically nothing but rotting. my mind is starving and my ass is numb. how i wish i had powers like Micah Sanders and Peter Petrelli from episode 23rd onwards so that i could just withdraw cash anytime and how many i want. not forgetitng to be invisible and able to do anything you want. i could just pack my stuff now and travel around the world. invisible is the key to hide and roam from places to places and my fingers is my unlimited NETS card. :D god, that would be wonderful. if i had that power now, first place i would travel to is New York City. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys, i'm sleepy and need to wake up early later. update later when i feel like updating. ok! oh shit, i told Luqman i would put up my Bangkok pics here.. well soon ok or not some other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-4369692416581238698?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/4369692416581238698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=4369692416581238698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/4369692416581238698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/4369692416581238698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-know-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-3347202613565597727</id><published>2007-05-13T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T03:20:20.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just reached Bangkok at about 10.15pm (Singapore Time). the time here is an hour behind Singapore time. i have to say, Bangkok's new airport was a mess. the taxi driver (public taxi) drove us (me and my dad) to our hotel at 160km/h. fast right? and he didn't even slow down when making turns. wtf. hotel had an old kind of decorations. had chicken fried rice for my dinner from the room service. well, gotta wake up early tomorrow so i'll update more again tomorrow night aites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-3347202613565597727?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/3347202613565597727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=3347202613565597727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/3347202613565597727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/3347202613565597727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-reached-bangkok-at-about-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-9052698507457121217</id><published>2007-05-11T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T01:20:08.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>flying to Bangkok tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;mission: take photos&lt;br /&gt;things to stay away from: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bapoks/shemales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my dad are taking off at 6 pm to Bangkok. he's working actually but since he's there and he can redeem points for my flight, why not i join him. :) kewl right. haha. well, i'm really looking forward to going there. can't wait to fire my cam. it's been sometime since i really go out and take shots with the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definetly gona miss my bed and my computer. but what the fuck. i'm bringing my laptop there so won't be missing chatting. i will try to update the blog with photos of thailand, if i have time la aites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about me? well i have been busy lately. busy going out with my mom actually.&lt;br /&gt;monday - forget wat i did&lt;br /&gt;tuesday - went out with zahid and izwan to find zahid a new bike for him&lt;br /&gt;wednesday - followed my mom to fetch my grandmother and went out to ikea. afterwhich we went to sempang bedok and had our dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;thursday - send my grandmother to my aunty's house and then we headed to Changi General Hospital where my grandfather was warded.&lt;br /&gt;friday - vaccumed and mop the house. went to CGH again to see my grandfather and meet my family. then we headed to Changi Airport to have our dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, at the swensens where we ate just now in the airport, my cousin (3rd) was working there too. my father and his father are cousins. well, we have this family problem thingy, won't elaborate. he didnt smile or shake hands with us. its understood anyways. but i feel sorry for him. tried to make him happy but he refused. so what can i do. i'll end it here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie, i love you too and&lt;br /&gt;you're my keychain,&lt;br /&gt;you're my drumsticks,&lt;br /&gt;you're ..... you know lah what you are to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my new ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-9052698507457121217?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/9052698507457121217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=9052698507457121217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/9052698507457121217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/9052698507457121217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/05/flying-to-bangkok-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-4457507096415999681</id><published>2007-05-01T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T00:32:01.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jagan pandang belakang. a really catchy name for a movie. it's a malay (Malaysia) horror movie actually. watched it with my family except my dad. it was my first time watching a malay film in the cinema. the movie is definetly not for the faint-hearted. not that the ghost is scary but ........... won't spoil it for u guys.hehe  go watch it yourself. Shaw Brothers are still showing it. dunnoe bout GV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its important that you watch what you say towards someone, a friend in this case im refering to. sometimes the words or sentences that comes out from your mouth would just create more enemies for you. so, think twice before you say anything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find girls attractive, very much indeed, but i just don't feel like getting into any relationship or even asking for her number. im just too lazy to do anything for girls cos i know i would get the same outcome as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: i don't specifically refer to anyone in particular when i write things, feelings or thoughts in my blog but i would somehow rephrase it in another format for the benefit of the majority.&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/22391247-4457507096415999681?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/4457507096415999681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=4457507096415999681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/4457507096415999681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/4457507096415999681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/05/jagan-pandang-belakang.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-8466444611959143</id><published>2007-04-10T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T00:36:18.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its sick when you're left speechless in an argument. knowing that you've lost and seeing your opponent satisfied makes you even more sick. that's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes people are just bloody evil you know. they have been studying you and knows your bloody strengths and weaknesses. that's alright man. i too, damn well, know the strengths and weaknesses of my friends, especially the close ones. but the fucked up thing is that some jackass will make use of you. they know what you can do and can't do. if they need something badly, they'll try things that you can't do like saying 'NO' to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times i do hate my weaknesses but that's part of humanity, it's something that's already in me and no one can ever change it. i was told off earlier today. things that i heard were very hurtful yet angry. i tried defending myself... an there goes an argument. at one point things i heard from that somebody made me speechless. i could not think of a better thing to say then nothing. it was like an atomic bomb that left you in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, let me layout everything that was smacked into my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody: "before you even ask my side of story, you already started scolding me"&lt;br /&gt;me: "it was right in front of me. everything was clear. it was obvious and you don't want to admit it"&lt;br /&gt;somebody: " you know what, people are just making use of you cos you can never say no to them, especially the girls. and you always listen to them than me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking it through, what that somebody said to me was true and i hate it. the truth will always hurt. you can do nothing bout that feeling. but for sure, you will hate those things people do to you like making use of you and almost made you become the bad guy. fuck man. to everyone, anyone, someone, no one who's reading this piece of shit, just make sure people don't make use of you for nothing. i had realize it myself. we're in this fucking world, people everywhere make use of you. and at fucking times, you can't be made use for nothing. in the working world, make sure you're wallet being filled when they make use of you. fuck, what crap am i talking bout, but its true.. argh fuck off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-8466444611959143?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/8466444611959143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>just finish editing my blog&lt;br /&gt;its quite easy if you just go search skins rather then make one&lt;br /&gt;the headaches with HTML&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but what the fuck&lt;br /&gt;i will never take NO as an answer for computer&lt;br /&gt;photography is my hobby&lt;br /&gt;computer is my entertainment&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;thursday - gg sentosa with friends&lt;br /&gt;friday - aqilah's birthday&lt;br /&gt;erm..&lt;br /&gt;actually, im kinda lazy to talk about stuff&lt;br /&gt;so ciaos&lt;br /&gt;nites&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-1648227009625028374?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/1648227009625028374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cruelty of this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can never get everything you want in this world. but if you are willing to do anything to have it, by all means, go ahead. but sometimes you just have to accept the fact that it's gone and you can never have it. i know how you would feel not getting the things you want. this fustration feeling .. i hate it. but sometimes, it's not fustration that u feel but happiness. it's like fate. you're not meant to get it then don't fucking go waste your time chasing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wanted to change yourself, for real. you love this person and now you really do. you tried to hint her and she got it. but your weakness is that you're just too shy to talk to her because of the past. when i say talk, i meant by speaking face to face. whenver you're right in front of her, you can't mention her name but all you do is stare into her eyes and just wish that she was yours from the very begining. when you open your mouth and start to talk, you don't actually know what you're saying cos you're just too nervous. all you could think off is the normal typical questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you eaten?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Where were you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just a simple smile. but you know this can't continue but you really need a lot of time to build that confidence in you to face her. you always wait for her no matter how long it takes for her to get online so that you could chat with her and know how was her day or is she alright. ur eyes are about to close and your brain is about to shut but you refuse to go to bed untill she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;months after months passed, you and her are still friends. you're mad at yourself. mad for being a coward and not being manly enough to tell her, "i love you". you decided to tell her within one week. you wana tell her everything. how you feel towards her, how she makes you feel happy, how beautiful she is. those are the questions to your answers for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one magical thing happen. you were out with your friends. chilling as usual. then one of them came to you and sat beside you telling you not to get angry or get emotionally out-of-control. as you slowly hear those words coming out from that person's mouth, you just laugh and said you don't believe. but that person didn't change a single bit of reaction and sweared with god's name that its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as i say, sometimes, it's not fustration that u feel but happiness. happy for her. you jus can't get angry or outrageous. you jus know you hear nothing at all but you see the world moving around you pretty fast. cos you know you're not meant to get her. she belongs to someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-8744762868185637210?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/8744762868185637210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=8744762868185637210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/8744762868185637210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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and wake up at 2 or 3 pm. i noe tts bloody unhealthy but it had became a habit to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to change. i still can't sleep till its 3 or 4 am but i force my fat ass to wake up before 12pm. headaches, crocodile wide-opened mouth yawns, watery eyes and staring into empty spaces are the side effects for lack of sleep... i dunoe about u guys, but for me tts hw it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luvin, richard, steve, steven, jonathan and erm .. oh god, i forgot his name..but these 6 guys had kept my interest in photography building up. these jokers has the best motherfucking lens in the world. i used 100mm Canon Macro Lens (from Richard) and 10x Magnifier (from Jonathan) to take a photo of a spider the size of a 10 Cent coin and the picutre fucked up my eyes. damn it, i jus wish to go to one of the Cathay Photo shops and grab that fuckin 100mm lens and nt forgeting the 10-22mm wide angle zoom lens and jus walk off. &lt;strong&gt;WHY CAN'T THE WORLD BE KIND TO ME AND JUST GIVE THEM TO ME, FOR FREE? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Hartford on friday. lady told me about the course and the path. 18 months advance diploma, 2 years NS then i can take a degree in HTM (Hospitality &amp; Tourism Management).  well, this is the trouble u go thru if u dun do well for ur "O's". those reading this and u're taking ur O's soon, better do well OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta night photo outing later. after which i will join luvin and gang to shoot the &lt;strong&gt;CHINGAY&lt;/strong&gt;. i'm sorry to hu ever if like i didn't hang out wit u all more often. well, i need to this time to really polish my skills in photography. hope u understand. dun wori azri, rahim and alep.. i guess after we've been separated, i finally knew my true frens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-3984422780819093272?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-6090565118324271421</id><published>2007-02-15T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T03:59:40.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the day didnt really went as i&lt;em&gt; planned&lt;/em&gt;. decided not to bring my camera cos &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;leceh&lt;/span&gt;.. wana play &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pool &lt;/span&gt;then nk jaga camera. punyalah &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;malas&lt;/span&gt;. so.. jus played pool and then went fr course. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Luvin&lt;/span&gt;, my photography buddy, treated me dinner and gave me ride on his &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;bike&lt;/span&gt; to esplanade park. met some hardcore photographers ... well hardcore&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; canon&lt;/span&gt; users i must say. i tot i wud jus wonder around with them fr awhile but i ended up using &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Luvin's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;300D&lt;/span&gt; camera (1st Version) and start firing up! haha. we walked till the merlion there and i cudn't take it.... my headache was gettin worse. bought 2 pills of panadol for $1!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; up&lt;/strong&gt; rite ... korek my duit only. i took off about 10 minutes later from merlion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to city hall mrt station, i stopped at city link mall toilet and vomitted out my dinner .. haiz .. wat a waste. lucky &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Luvin &lt;/span&gt;wasn't there, he would regret seeing the food gone jus lyk tt. haha. i was lucky to catch the last train home and last bus home. fui tt was about 12 am plus ..&lt;br /&gt;gt back and ate leftovers from &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; .. my sister, as usual, didn't finish it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally forgot to wish Julie a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;.. hehe .. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt;, if u're reading this, im sorrriiee... i didnt touch the comp until i got back home. hope &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;u &lt;/span&gt;forgive me. hey, forgive n forget! well, i'll get u sumting once i gt moneyy.. im broke man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WELL&lt;/span&gt;, to all the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SWEET&lt;/span&gt; couples out there, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;ermm .. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BELATED&lt;/strong&gt; VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sabeela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you're welcome. most probably next week k we hang out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-6090565118324271421?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/6090565118324271421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=6090565118324271421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/6090565118324271421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/6090565118324271421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/02/day-didnt-really-went-as-i-planned.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-2444506028876602242</id><published>2007-02-14T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T13:29:53.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is in the air today. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;valentine's da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; that is. and as usual. i'm not celebrating it with anyone &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;. it's ok. i still have time, if am still &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt; la. haha. i plan to go around and take pictures of &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; couples and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sweet &lt;/span&gt;moments like a guy getting down on his knees to propose &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt; or couples holding hands showing that they will&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; never&lt;/span&gt; wana let go of each other. well, for wat i noe, im playing pool with&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; rahim&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;azri &lt;/span&gt;today at simei afterwhich i have a course to attend to tonite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well here's my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; quote: "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is like gravity. You don't &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; it, you &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;feel &lt;/span&gt;it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-2444506028876602242?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/2444506028876602242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=2444506028876602242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/2444506028876602242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/2444506028876602242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-is-in-air-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-5252166363003803513</id><published>2007-02-11T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:36:35.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; is coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt; is my friendster girlfriend. haha&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ex&lt;/span&gt; started to msg me back&lt;br /&gt;y? nw i'm starting to miss her&lt;br /&gt;but i dun wish the past to repeat&lt;br /&gt;most prob goin &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;C'est La Vie&lt;/span&gt; wit her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little message to someone.&lt;br /&gt;i dunoe why am i being so kind to &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunoe why am i willing to do aniting fr &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;well, mybe or bcos i used to like &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; or we share the same birth &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i jus wan &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; to noe tt i'll be there fr &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; anitime&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; u&lt;/span&gt; need me&lt;br /&gt;call me at &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4am&lt;/span&gt;, no prob. i'll accompany &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; till &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; were there fr me wenever i need &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; advice.&lt;br /&gt;i see no reason why &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to be there fr &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;dun wori, its not the end of life.&lt;br /&gt;jus remember this, be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. dun let ppl pull &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; down kz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus nw, went to the airport to pick my &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we head to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;parkway parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had some &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;drinks&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-5252166363003803513?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/5252166363003803513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=5252166363003803513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/5252166363003803513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/5252166363003803513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-is-coming-julie-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-8196584419656332545</id><published>2007-02-09T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T07:22:55.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got my results today&lt;br /&gt;well, i already knew i was going to higher nitec&lt;br /&gt;cos i noe i had not done well in my O's&lt;br /&gt;but the dissapointing part was tt i got a T grade for my D&amp;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;T, as written at the back of the result slip, is used to denote that no grade was awarded to the candidate because of irregularities.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, weeks b4 the D&amp;amp;T folio dateline, me n rahim decided to exchange ideas&lt;br /&gt;to do it faster, i wrote my ideas on his paper and vice versa&lt;br /&gt;however, he did not change my handwritting to his which i already did to mine&lt;br /&gt;21st Nov 2006, we went to SEAB Branch for an interview&lt;br /&gt;they told us this was serious&lt;br /&gt;we apologise&lt;br /&gt;bla2&lt;br /&gt;but!!! got a fucking T&lt;br /&gt;a year of hard work jus gone lyk tt&lt;br /&gt;dun wori Rahim, i dun really blame u.&lt;br /&gt;wats done is done&lt;br /&gt;well, planning to go for Event Management Course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;write later.&lt;br /&gt;talking to sab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-8196584419656332545?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/8196584419656332545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=8196584419656332545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/8196584419656332545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/8196584419656332545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/02/got-my-results-today-well-i-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-4356645828043536272</id><published>2007-02-05T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T01:04:24.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;morning&lt;br /&gt;i was at Singapore Botanic Gardens&lt;br /&gt;outing with my PSS class&lt;br /&gt;took a bunch of photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little turned out good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt; hey! im improving ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027717325334519186" height="186" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/RcYKRPekHZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZMemRtKQNM0/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" width="287" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PATTERNS: Leaves overlapping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027719343969148322" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/RcYMGvekHaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DClar_dQFsY/s320/IMG_0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SPOT THE BEES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm reavealing only &lt;strong&gt;2 &lt;/strong&gt;of my photos for now cos i need the rest for my assesment &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe around March like that i will publish them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SINGAPORE WON! &lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-4356645828043536272?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/4356645828043536272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=4356645828043536272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/4356645828043536272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/4356645828043536272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/02/morning-i-was-at-singapore-botanic.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbAVhHrSnGw/RcYKRPekHZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZMemRtKQNM0/s72-c/IMG_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-2748015216619339370</id><published>2007-01-30T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T00:58:05.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>!SPEAK-ing to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yayah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - i update your link already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - haha. insya-allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - insya-allah oso. update? wat's interesting bout my life? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i play pool&lt;br /&gt;my dad said he dosen't like the idea of me playing pool&lt;br /&gt;i cycle with my friends&lt;br /&gt;my dad said i cycle so tt i can smoke.&lt;br /&gt;i can smoke anitime i want ok, even wen u're at home&lt;br /&gt;this whole SHIT is not becos of smoking,&lt;br /&gt;u jus hate see-ing my going out of the house to have fun&lt;br /&gt;u cannot see me happy with my friends for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;u give bloody whole lots of SHITTY reasons to not allow me to go out&lt;br /&gt;i know u gave me everythnig&lt;br /&gt;but why can't u just let me free&lt;br /&gt;for god's sake im turning 17 this year&lt;br /&gt;WTF am I to you? 13 year old kid?&lt;br /&gt;my mum oso the same.&lt;br /&gt;i am kind enuf to you guys to ask for permission before leaving the house&lt;br /&gt;you approved but u talk back about me. u think i duno?&lt;br /&gt;you guys said you will try to understand us&lt;br /&gt;BUT you never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a sense of sight.&lt;br /&gt;so i did see tt pic&lt;br /&gt;i have a sense of hearing.&lt;br /&gt;so i did overheard ur conversation&lt;br /&gt;i also have a sense of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;so im jus sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you world for giving me the best of life&lt;br /&gt;thank you everyone for making my life a WONDERFUL ONE.&lt;br /&gt;fuck ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-2748015216619339370?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/2748015216619339370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=2748015216619339370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/2748015216619339370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/2748015216619339370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/01/speak-ing-to-yayah-i-update-your-link.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-7398119022444737301</id><published>2007-01-27T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T00:44:51.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ab&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ace&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ton at my house. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ab&lt;/span&gt; came earlier.. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ace&lt;/span&gt; came later when we (&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ab&lt;/span&gt;) ajak him n his kakak to lepak. 2 am went out of the house, duduk bawah block, lepak main &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pakau&lt;/span&gt; n standard r .. isap &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;rokok&lt;/span&gt;. suddenly the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;berok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(a.k.a. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;police&lt;/span&gt;) pass by.. they stop at the block we were at.. came out but didn't come n check us. after awhile then they appeared and said tt we were pretty noisy with the music and laughter. good thing they didnt check us. both chinese, one male, the other female. the guy said he close one eye seeing us playing cards and help me to win summore.. haha. ok then we proceed to another block, play &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cards&lt;/span&gt; again. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ab&lt;/span&gt; wanted to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, so we went to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;7-Eleven&lt;/span&gt; @ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Loyang Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. they said they dun sell dirnks from &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;3am&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;6am&lt;/span&gt;. so the same goes to the one @ &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Central&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Then we sat at one of the coffeeshop and ordered a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;tiger&lt;/span&gt;.. 1 bottle, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ab's&lt;/span&gt; treat. drank, went home at about 5, ate , watch movie, after which i slept all the way and woke up with both of them GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, waited for my younger sister to come back from camp then we went to tamp to meet my mom and my elder sis. ate at &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mac&lt;/span&gt;. my dad picked us up 15 minutes after i finished my lunch, went to orchard... window shopping. Suddenly my dad ask me to follow him and he brought me to the bicycle section at Takashimaya. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COOL&lt;/span&gt;. he seems eager to buy me one new bike. my mind said, "&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ABAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUY BUY BUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;" but i nvr did actuali said it out. we went to the computer section and he wanted to buy a laptop for us (his children la) to share. basically i wud be the first to use it fr my course. haha ok. by&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; 7 Feb&lt;/span&gt; i shud get the laptop cos i need it on tt day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Feb yasin! its coming soon.. if u dun pay, u go COURT. shit&lt;br /&gt;O level results! Its coming out soon.. if u dun pass, u go erm .. knowhere. shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;! Its coming soon.. well, no worries, hu &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;fuck&lt;/strong&gt; in the right mind&lt;/span&gt; wud wana be with me&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; Never had celebrated &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; with the person i really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; know i love &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; but its like &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; dosen't care. nvm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-7398119022444737301?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/7398119022444737301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=7398119022444737301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/7398119022444737301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/7398119022444737301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-night-ab-and-ace-ton-at-my-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-6530650317711758336</id><published>2007-01-23T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T02:14:49.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was supposed to meet izwan at 10am yesterday at his block to go for cycling but instead i woke up an hour late. BUT the good thing is that, i tried to call him, sms him and shouted at his window .. he was still way asleep. Finally i decided to knock at his house door and his mother opened it, woked him up, went back home, get changed, ate lunch and went cycling with zahid n izwan. We went to the block bside siglap to settle some stuff, then cycled to bedok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, i could not take the speed they were at. what made it worst was the big trucks and lorrys passing by me.. i got this little phoebia of big noisy vehicles, long story. we met qhai n abah n we cycled to marine parade to meet abah's friend. let me fast forward dis part. after they cudn't find some ppl, we went to bedok to releks at the coffeshop and abah's friend treat us to 10 botols of Baron. well, we shared among 7 people. i drank 3 or 4 mugs. on the 2nd, i already start to feel so light .. as if there wasn't any gravity acting on me. i drag most of the time. started to laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh. aishah n freddy went back early. mat (zahid) send lydia home to Toa Payoh and nvr did came back. left me, ace (izwan), qhai, abah n his friend. me n izwan went back a around 10.30 i guess.. this is wen the crazy part comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cycled till tampines and decided to rest under the block and we talk crap. our minds are orite but a little or can say alot too active in the nonsensical part. our bodies were weak. i noe i called sum1 and i checked back my call history, and it was my god-sister Kelly. wonder wat i told her. reached home at about 11.20 or 30. ate, wash up and tried to sleep but cudn't and now im kewl and 100% orite typing this shit out. haha ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a piece of advise to those who had never drank: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't drag went u first try or best still, don't drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-6530650317711758336?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/6530650317711758336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=6530650317711758336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/6530650317711758336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/6530650317711758336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-was-supposed-to-meet-izwan-at-10am.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-5400043654041122860</id><published>2007-01-13T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T20:56:28.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11th Jan 07&lt;br /&gt;4E and One 5N Mass Chalet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, can't call it a real &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; chalet cos about 20- 30 people came including &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu Aishah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and her kids. I have say, the Aloha Bungalow chalet was big but it wasn't a Sea View area.. haha. We actually set aside places for &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;smoking &lt;/span&gt;area but in the end, everywhere became the &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;smoking&lt;/span&gt; area, including the rooms.. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;=b&lt;/span&gt; Overall, i did had a good time... Room 2 became a club with &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;dim light&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;loud music&lt;/span&gt; with strong bass. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Af&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ayu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Marinah&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Ira&lt;/span&gt; we our dancers. i sat on the bed beside &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Debbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Amirah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Haikal &lt;/span&gt;kept screaming, the 4 ladies kept dancing and i kept talking to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Debbie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt; i shall end here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-5400043654041122860?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/5400043654041122860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=5400043654041122860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/5400043654041122860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/5400043654041122860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/01/11th-jan-07-4e-and-one-5n-mass-chalet.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-4036581930584167686</id><published>2007-01-06T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T00:13:09.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6th of January 1992&lt;br /&gt;The birth of &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;farh&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, from 1 pm onwards, i was at the beach (pasir ris) to celebrate my dear &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;adq's&lt;/span&gt; 15th bdae ... eehem baru 15 je. haha. well i came alone and met &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ayu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ila&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;rohaizad&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;downtown&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ace&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fred &lt;/span&gt;came later arnd 2 plus i guess. we ate and drank den started to cut the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;. THIS WAS WHEN THE FUN STARTED :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started face &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;cake-ing&lt;/span&gt;. haha. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;rohaizad&lt;/span&gt; fire start it. he took some chocolate topping from the cake and wipe it on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ayu's&lt;/span&gt; face. then &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ace&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fred&lt;/span&gt; followed later on. after some time then it was my turn. everybody was like running around, avoiding anyone with the cake or a bottle of water. mat called adq, "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AYU&lt;/span&gt;, the chocolate factory". haha. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ace&lt;/span&gt; polo T soon became a rag. filled with cake bcos of me at first then everyone started using it. haha. satu2 bau mcm chocolate sak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ila&lt;/span&gt;, another ayu, another ayu again and the another ayu again's fren didn't participate in this face cake-ing game ... tk fun sei. well, we left memories behind though ... ppl hu went there wud knew wat the hell i am toking bout. orite then.. after tt we went home and i reflected and thought that i did had fun back then bcos &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mat&lt;/span&gt; was present. haha. the guy hu cn never shut his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohya, i almost forgot. i nvr told u guys wat i bought for her. i bought her 12 pieces of chocolates at &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Prestige&lt;/span&gt; shop at ... erm canot tell if nt ayu read then rahsia pecah. haha. okla gtg. playing checkers wit sabeela (&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;lassie&lt;/span&gt;) and i'm wining ! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..wait edited: &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK &lt;/strong&gt;I LOST&lt;/span&gt; to SAB!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-4036581930584167686?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/4036581930584167686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=4036581930584167686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/4036581930584167686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/4036581930584167686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/01/6th-of-january-1992-birth-of-farh-ayu.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-958420798850207204</id><published>2007-01-04T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T03:15:10.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm never getting &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ever again when going to Mustafa! &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; idiots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok friends, here is my story.. i finished my photography course at &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Selegie Arts Centre&lt;/span&gt; at 9.30pm. then i took don't know what bus number and dropped 3 bus stop later. I decided to just walk around and find my way to mustafa and i ended up in this alley. first thing that came into my mind was that the place is a coffeeshop but as i came nearer, i realised ppl coming in and out from this door beside one of the 2 tables. strangely all of them had long hair and pretty big &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;boobs&lt;/span&gt; and were very sloppily dressed. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;prostitutes&lt;/span&gt; maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was almost right infront of the door, it opened and somebody came out. i faced this thing that i thought it was a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;boob&lt;/span&gt;. den i looked up and see thi person with long hair bt wierd japanese hairstyle yg tk jadi den my nightmare came to life. the lady had &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADAM's APPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. its a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHEMALE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; winked at me and said hello in this seducing tone bt i wasn't seduced at all. i jus turned away and walked faster. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; man these &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oks&lt;/span&gt;! and they can laugh summore after i walk off... eee. im never walking anywhere near there anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-958420798850207204?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/958420798850207204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=958420798850207204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/958420798850207204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/958420798850207204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-never-getting-lost-ever-again-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-4327972226120099731</id><published>2007-01-03T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T03:03:48.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;alep &lt;/span&gt;n &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;nadia&lt;/span&gt; came to my house cos &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;nadia&lt;/span&gt; wanted to download songs to her new &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt;.. hmph.. seeing her new &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; makes me wana buy the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;XBOX 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;60 &lt;/span&gt;bt i guess i'll hv to dream fr it... Then, i went out with my family including my aunt's family to celebrate my sister's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13th birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well, we went to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Istanbul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I ate rice with beef and chicken but that wasn't enuf for me .. haha. I ordered a beef hor fun (tnx &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nadia&lt;/span&gt; fr the spelling! haha) and cleaned it all by myself. I can't help it! I'm a big eater. After the celebration, we went to Tampines Mall for some window shopping and had super at &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt;. Now im back here on my computer chair typing my life out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, jus now i was chatting with my very special fren, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nadia &lt;/span&gt;and tried to scare her with some &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;horror scences&lt;/span&gt;. Instead of the "thing" visiting her, it visited me.. i guess.. erm i'm nt sure if it was my imagination or was it for real but i heard this "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;quacking&lt;/span&gt;" duckling sound outside my window and as ppl say (malays) that the further u hear the sound, the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nearer&lt;/span&gt; it is to u and the nearer u hear the sound, the &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;further&lt;/span&gt; it is from u. ok &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;, im having goosebumps now. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; is a busy day for me. most probably not at home so anything u need, contact my hp aites. tc. i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you ppl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-4327972226120099731?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/4327972226120099731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=4327972226120099731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/4327972226120099731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/4327972226120099731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-alep-n-nadia-came-to-my-house-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-409673714710929884</id><published>2007-01-01T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T03:29:37.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;it's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt; people! fucking 2006 passed like shit. definetly not looking forward to the&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; 7% GST&lt;/span&gt;, my court date for some shit and last but not least, my results... urgh! I can tell wat i'd get w/o looking at the slip. it's either ITE or not qualified for anithing at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;for coutdown jus now, i went out with my 2 sisters and zaki. we went to esplanade and waited for the fireworks together with other 1000-3000 people. seriusly, the BANGLAS alone occupied quarter of the population there. some families came with mats and others somehow knew it wud rain, had umberallas on standby. mybe i shud learn the thing called, "&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;weather forecast&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;about the firewokrs, they were beautiful and silenced the crowd. their mixtures of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;silver&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;was the cause of the amazing fireworks. but this time, they were not as powerful as the previous fireworks festival ... im nt sure when bt i noe i went there with nadia m, nadia huda and alep... wt a memory.hmm... ok, end of flashback. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the best part of this new year countdown is the time taken to go to the MRT station. haha. it took us about 45 mins to an hour jus to reach the Raffles MRT control station. the rest were full. the greater part is that u cud nvr see singapore so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DIS&lt;/span&gt;organised and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt;considerate as before. everyone jus crossed the roads as they liked, vehicles honk-ing every 2 seconds, hotel staff had to go out to control the traffic flow, BANGLAS were pushing their way through, litters scatterd everywhere and people finding ways to enter esplanade when the paths were blocked such as via the carpark. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the only people i saw relaxing were the 4 &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;RIOT POLICE&lt;/span&gt; unit trucks on standby and taxi drivers in their cars smilling away as the meter price increases. well, thanks to my gd friend zaki found an alternative entrance to the Raffles MRT station by jus going to the other round and it only took bout 3 mins walk. we were close to loosing the last train home. we went in, idiots pushing us in and i went to sleep till Pasir Ris. got a kit kat, super big gulp and mash potato and waited for bus service EW1 temporary only for christmas and new year. alighted opp pasir ris pri .. my suck ass pri sch and walked home. my mom was way asleep. dun ask bout my dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;signed in to msn jus hoping she'd be online but i noe she wasn't cos she was working up late at a hotel and finish at 2... i tot she wud nt be working during new year countdown so i cud go out wit her bt too bad. well... getting my eagles award soon, plan to spend it on her. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ok im off to bed! happy new year guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-409673714710929884?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/409673714710929884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=409673714710929884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/409673714710929884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/409673714710929884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-everybody-its-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-1912837565684780063</id><published>2006-12-30T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T00:25:42.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M BACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey guys! I'm back safe and sound... well, on the way, i did see some flooded areas and also a house with chairs and tables stacked on the roof top.. i presume the residents had evacuated earlier. In my previous post, i told you guys to look out for great pictures but i apologise as i was kinda lazy to take bring my camera around as i was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUSY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shopping ! haha ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Freaking &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;idiot&lt;/span&gt; guy at Chinatown said, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"lu macam perempuan la.. sikit2 pun bekira"&lt;/span&gt; ... Basically, i was purchasing this new "Polo" tshirt which u can get at RM20 and a kemaja for my sister which i guess shud be the same price as my tshirt ... bt this &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;idiot&lt;/span&gt; charging me $135 for both pieces, i bargain la fr 20 20 each so its 40 ... after about 10 mins of bargain, we agreed at RM48 ... which is worthy la. Well, if any of u plan to go Chinatown at KL, bargain (fr tshirts only) about RM20 lowest .. dun increase ur price, if the shopkeeper refuse, u walk away, i gurantee u 85% they will call u back. but if u buy 3 or more bargain $18 or more fr each. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That wasn't my first time shopping there bt it was my first time shopping without my parents .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well update more later, need to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nitez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-1912837565684780063?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/1912837565684780063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=1912837565684780063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/1912837565684780063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/1912837565684780063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back-hey-guys-im-back-safe-and-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-6917374890887290076</id><published>2006-12-26T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T02:53:02.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HOLIDAY !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, i will be having my own good time at &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with my family including my cuzzins oso. I will of course miss her, my close frens and oso writitng here in this blog... If i have any chance to post things up when im away, i will orite. Well, take care of urself orite! Dun be noty!. haha. n ya, wait fr me to bring back &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;good&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pictures, hopefully la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BYE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-6917374890887290076?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/6917374890887290076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=6917374890887290076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/6917374890887290076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/6917374890887290076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday-everyone-i-will-be-having-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-3183003269324628432</id><published>2006-12-25T05:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T05:35:34.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY XMAS TO EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;, i have been very good this year and i have waited long enough for this time to ask you for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WISH OF A LIFETIME&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;, i would like you to tell her how much i love her and of course i do care for her feelings, thougths and things going through her mind. Tell her i wana get close to her and talk to her like i've known her since i was born. Tell her, whenever she smiles, i can't take my eyes of it cos its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOO BEAUTIFUL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;, i know im unfair but jus grant me another wish ... i wish i could stay strong and take care of her as long as im alive.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iwillloveyouandiwillhaveyou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-3183003269324628432?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/3183003269324628432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=3183003269324628432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/3183003269324628432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/3183003269324628432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-xmas-to-everyone-santa-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-4863896627309690349</id><published>2006-12-24T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T04:12:45.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KUALA LUMPUR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here i come again and again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, almost every holiday in my entire life, i go to KL, Malaysia. well, mybe bcos tt used to be my second hometown! ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell u a story my viewers. Long time ago, in year 1994, me and my family moved to Kuala Lumpur at Malaysia and stayed there for about 6 years. The reason why we went shifted there is bcos my dad's company wanted him to be positioned there to god knows wat they want him to do. We stayed in a 2 floor terraces located at Jalan Ampang. Since we're Singaporeans, me and my other 2 sisters studied in an International school. Fairview International school located at a place that when it rains, the school becomes a swimming pool and tables became our chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this school, i met many different kinda people. There were Australians, Chinese (China), Indians, Sri Lankans, British, Singaporean + Korean (mixed) and even &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Africans! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Its amazing if u listen to how the speak. I can't remember one of this African guy name bt wat i can remember is that he cud do a split (both his legs straight) and kept playing with my motorbike keychain whenver the teacher is teaching. I think i was like Primary 1 (Singapore standard here) or 2 when i started studying geography and history and all. Weird rite, pri 1 .. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sukma Yu, the SingaporeanKorean mixed guy was my best buddy at that time because our mothers are and besides that, we both are muslims. Most of the time Sukma and his other 2 sisters would sleepover in my house, tell ghost stories and vice-versa. We were not from the same class but at the same level. P.S: Singapore education standard is way much higher, dun worry, we win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u ask about my Hari Raya festival... well, i fast (puasa - dunoe? go ask a muslim perosn) in KL but the day before Hari Raya puasa, i will go back to my home ground, Singapore. Celerate here, bla2 .. n go back to KL in about 2 or 3 weeks. haiz ... tt was my life. more to it some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, todae i woke up at 3.15pm, bathe, ate my late lunch, watch disney channel (haha for the ferst time ever bt its great), play computer, picked up my dad from airport went home, ate my dinner and now typing this thing out. ok gudbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-4863896627309690349?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/4863896627309690349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=4863896627309690349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/4863896627309690349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/4863896627309690349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2006/12/kuala-lumpur-here-i-come-again-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-116573731000272003</id><published>2006-12-10T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T15:55:10.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Diary, the last time i wrote on u was Friday the 13th in the month of October. haha. Wat an asshole. Well, i guess i was busy doing my O levels! Well, nw its truely fucking over, im free... free from studies fr about 2-3 months plus. haha. I feel so light. what i plan to do for this holiday is to go for all outdoor activities like swimming, working out in the gym (i really need to loose this humungous tummy of mine), cycling (Pulau Ubin and almost the whole of Singapore), photography (taking up lessons) and most of all, enjoy life... play pool wit my peeps!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, dun ask bout my love life, its still the same like hw it was 3 or 4 months ago. there are things i discovered in my life or perhaps about myself that i had not knew. like, my patience on different kind of people are differnet like my patience in waiting for my results is very high.. haha. i jus dun wana see my results... and other stuff too. these few weeks, i jus love being alone or hanging out wit my friends like playing cards under the void deck like we used to do before exams and playing pool, swimming, shopping ... and blablabla.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suprisingly, i canot plan my study time or my school time wen i was still in school. nw, i've completed 4 years of education in siglap, suddenl, i could plan my holidays!! haha. of course, which idiot can't plan his/ her own time wen it comes to HOLIDAYS!!!... haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i have learnt during the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;I've learned hw to use CSS documents, hw to play pool (improvingg...), hw to play 7 hand poker in live, hw nt to be stupid to swim under the bright sunlight and most IMPORTANTLY, hw nt to be STUPID enuf to LITTER in a public area!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-116573731000272003?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/116573731000272003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=116573731000272003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/116573731000272003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/116573731000272003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2006/12/diary-last-time-i-wrote-on-u-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-116073673537141883</id><published>2006-10-13T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:43:54.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bayangkan suatu hari, kamu bangun dari tidur dan mendapati bahawa katil yang kamu baring semalam telah hilang. Bilik yang kamu berada semalam juga tiada di kehilatan. Sekelilingmu hanyalah kegelapan dan kesunyian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu mengilip matamu dan harap kegelapan ini akan diterangi oleh lampu bilikmu. Tetapi ia tidak terjadi. Kamu membuka matamu dan dapat melihat katilmu yang tersebut... tetapi kamu tidak tahu bagaimana mahu menjalani ke katil itu. Ia seperti kaki kamu ditanam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam teori cinta, jika kamu telah hilang seseoarng yang sangat kamu cinta, hidupmu hanyalah kesunyian dan kegelapan. Hendak kamu kembali kepadanya tetapi tuhan tidak membenarkan. Perasaan sedih dan rindu padanya akan muncul. Apa lagi perasaan cemburu jika kamu melihatnya dengan lelaki lain.. Hatimu pasti mahu membunuh lelaki itu, perasaan marah, geram, bingit dan juga sakit hati akan bertambah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi apakah kamu kepada wanita itu lagi? Kamu tidak bermakna di hatinya lagi. Pernahkah dia memikir tentang perasaanmu? Setelah kamu berdua sudah berpisah, harapan kamu adalah kembali kepadanya tetapi adakah dia berfikir sesama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta itu sangat bahagia dan gembira tetapi ia jugak boleh berpisahkan seseorang, memusuhkan kedua-dua pasangan itu dan juga menyakitkan hati kamu semua. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah teori aku jika cinta seseorang dirampas atau terhilang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-116073673537141883?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/116073673537141883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=116073673537141883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/116073673537141883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/116073673537141883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2006/10/bayangkan-suatu-hari-kamu-bangun-dari.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-116033415820395927</id><published>2006-10-09T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T03:02:38.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is a discovery of one soul&lt;br /&gt;about the world and himself&lt;br /&gt;god and hw's he's gona spent the gift of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way, challenges are to be overcomed&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it can't be&lt;br /&gt;tt's wat i hate most&lt;br /&gt;living this complicated life of mine&lt;br /&gt;alwaes left me in thinking&lt;br /&gt;am i worthy for this Earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one can survive&lt;br /&gt;in this cruel world all alone&lt;br /&gt;tt's why there is a balance of male and female&lt;br /&gt;bt unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;the female outnumbered the males,&lt;br /&gt;it's a blessing to some males though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder,&lt;br /&gt;wat the hell is there gona be&lt;br /&gt;if there isnt life or existence&lt;br /&gt;no earth, no sun, no moon&lt;br /&gt;no air, no water, no food&lt;br /&gt;no schools, no space, no planets&lt;br /&gt;everything (i guess) is gona be blank&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder hu is the only existence&lt;br /&gt;well, god is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he brought life&lt;br /&gt;he brought earth, moon, sun&lt;br /&gt;he brought light, darkness&lt;br /&gt;he brought happines, sadness in a person&lt;br /&gt;he brought this world for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for us to discover wats life all about&lt;br /&gt;see hw we handle obstacles that&lt;br /&gt;blocks our way wen we're doing thnigs&lt;br /&gt;tt we like, we love, we badly want&lt;br /&gt;everybody has been through at least once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ive &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;n &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;ull &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;joyment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-116033415820395927?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/116033415820395927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=116033415820395927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/116033415820395927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/116033415820395927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-is-discovery-of-one-soul-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-115778623855202728</id><published>2006-09-09T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T15:17:18.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i alwaes tot of giving up life&lt;br /&gt;i suck in my studies&lt;br /&gt;father says im full of shit&lt;br /&gt;ppl whom use to care for me..&lt;br /&gt;...had faded away from my life&lt;br /&gt;its a mystery ..&lt;br /&gt;.. to y they vanish suddenly&lt;br /&gt;no one is there for me&lt;br /&gt;no one is ever there to support me&lt;br /&gt;or to make me feel as if im accepted.&lt;br /&gt;friends are the only ppl whom i depend on in my life&lt;br /&gt;bt .... sumtimes, its hard to stick with them&lt;br /&gt;as they too hv their own life&lt;br /&gt;my heart jus tells me&lt;br /&gt;there's sumting rong in my life&lt;br /&gt;like a secret hidden from me&lt;br /&gt;that i ought to noe&lt;br /&gt;bt sumone is hiding it.&lt;br /&gt;hw do i handle dis complicated life of mine?&lt;br /&gt;my life is full of questions ???&lt;br /&gt;i can never find answers to things&lt;br /&gt;things like why ppl jus left me&lt;br /&gt;or ignore me&lt;br /&gt;ppl whom i had done many things for them&lt;br /&gt;although its a small sum bt its truely from my heart&lt;br /&gt;sadness is wat i feel everyday&lt;br /&gt;happyness is wat i feel sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone out there who hates me,&lt;br /&gt;pls tell me straight forward&lt;br /&gt;and not be a coward by hidding it&lt;br /&gt;thankyou n goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-115778623855202728?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/115778623855202728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=115778623855202728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/115778623855202728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/115778623855202728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-alwaes-tot-of-giving-up-life-i-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-115772624161303550</id><published>2006-09-08T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T03:33:53.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, 9th of September, Hady Mirza came to &lt;strong&gt;SIGLAP&lt;/strong&gt;! ... haha. This is the first time i have ever become a fan of an idol from Singapore. Wana noe why?.. He's from &lt;strong&gt;SIGLAP&lt;/strong&gt;! Well, for a guy, he's cute (tts wat my sis says bout him) and well-trained in his English. He speaks well though.. im impressed. He graduated in year &lt;strong&gt;1996.. &lt;/strong&gt;well, i guess that's all i have to sae.. sad thing he cant sing...due to some contract thingy with the Singapore Idol. We siglapians just pray and hope he wins this season's competition. And of course, i'll be voting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the pictures i get to take when he was signing autographs bt i didnt get his autograph. Alot of people were queueing and he only had 10 minutes to sign. Haiyo... k nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 566px" height="600" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m221/yasinyahya/image_00163.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 562px" height="600" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m221/yasinyahya/image_00164.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 563px" height="600" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m221/yasinyahya/image_00165.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-115772624161303550?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/115772624161303550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=115772624161303550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/115772624161303550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/115772624161303550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-9th-of-september-hady-mirza-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-115737857181346657</id><published>2006-09-04T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:05:15.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Special tribute to Steve Irwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i may not noe him much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bt well enough to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;respect him for his bravery &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and boldness to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have no fear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in doing things beyond his ability &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i myself wouldn't dare to touch a crocodile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's profession is well - respected here in Singapore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;except for Mr. Tharmen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viewers, pls spare 1 minute of silence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as a sign of respect to Steve Irwin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CROCODILE HUNTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo adapted from Yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/nm/20060904/2006_09_04t013923_450x290_uk_australia_irwin.jpg?x=380&amp;y=244&amp;amp;sig=7_2hBBvF.3j2gyjmJxByJg--" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;May you Steve Irwin, Rest In Peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-115737857181346657?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/115737857181346657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=115737857181346657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/115737857181346657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/115737857181346657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2006/09/special-tribute-to-steve-irwini-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-115704020274205158</id><published>2006-08-31T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T00:03:22.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today i went to school to celebrate teacher's day... wished some teachers a happy teachers day ... dunoe why i wasnt really in the mood to celebrate teachers day ... mybe bcos of some incidents ... haiz ... nvm. Wan, ab, zul, zul, hafiz and ayu performed here without you by 3 doors down jus nw .... well, they were great.. future band .....den ... i saw her dancing .... throughout the whole performance, i cant get my eyes off her .... my eyes refuses to blink to her beauty .... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the whole concert, me, nadia, iza, wan, zulfiqar and ab went to KFC at tamp there and ate their lunch... i jus watch bt in the end the 2 gerls cant finish the foood due to their SMALL stomach. as usual i am the storage tank and i finished 2 of their bandito... haha .... i tot of sending her home bt again, i like takut2 to tok to her sei ... yak ALLAH... help me man .... nvm. there's alwaes a nex time. i'll force myself not to be shy and hv the confidence. looking at her is like looking at an angel. her smile brightens up every single minute of my life. till then bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-115704020274205158?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/115704020274205158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=115704020274205158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/115704020274205158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/115704020274205158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-today-i-went-to-school-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22391247.post-115617270189446532</id><published>2006-08-21T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T23:05:01.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, my school had this foreign exchnge program. Students from Methodists School 1 from Medan, Indonesia came to our sch to get the taste of the Singapore education system. They'll be staying till tomorow bt so far i had nt really get to interact with them openly.... maybe this Wednesday i would as they would be having their BBQ at pasir ris park. haha ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are like so decent... a point they brought up was that they didn't dare to walk out of the class when the teacher is not in or even talk aloud.... well, schools in Medan did really polished them with Discipline. Well, the girls are alright bt a little "mentel" when guys are around. What i like about them is that they have interesting names that i have never heard before like, "Riski, Ginting, Bindin". I actually did had a little difficulty in trying to understand what they say in Indonesian language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, today was the same as the other days in the week. Go to school, study, sleep a little, do some work, go back... helped Mat print out his project stuff which brought me from my house to Ez house then to Mat's house and  back to my house ... haha ... pelik kan... tau tkpe...&lt;br /&gt;kla .. i wana clp... nite2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22391247-115617270189446532?l=thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/feeds/115617270189446532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22391247&amp;postID=115617270189446532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/115617270189446532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22391247/posts/default/115617270189446532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankyouforsmoking-.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-my-school-had-this-foreign.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04346317594135805918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
