<?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-7423944195457594571</id><updated>2011-11-20T21:27:36.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>naaaaaaa</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423944195457594571.post-1030283835027848399</id><published>2011-11-20T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T21:27:37.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't look no further, &lt;br /&gt;baby i'm back here.&lt;br /&gt;i'm here to cater to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be your lover.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;tell me what i gotta do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. ye la. i'm having the time of my life cause hadi is back. hahahahahha. yeah. that's all i wana say. i'm very happy. i dunnoe how to describe my happiness with him cause there is absolutely no words. nope. no words baby. this is fun. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-1030283835027848399?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/1030283835027848399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=1030283835027848399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/1030283835027848399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/1030283835027848399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-look-no-further-baby-im-back-here.html' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-1951640809999962377</id><published>2011-04-10T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T07:38:49.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in the middle</title><content type='html'>there was a linkin park song playing in the air at orchard mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;nurul was standing beside me, while najib was standing behind the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;so i started singing this song and when i was super into the song, i started to strum the "guitar", and a guy went up to me and looked at me with this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face. i was so "paiseh" i started to reach for nurul's hand but she was not beside me anymore. she was behind me laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh what a day.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday shiqa, my bitch! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday hadi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok da. &lt;br /&gt;byyyee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-1951640809999962377?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/1951640809999962377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=1951640809999962377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/1951640809999962377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/1951640809999962377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-middle.html' title='in the middle'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-8900904264674038698</id><published>2011-04-02T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:03:34.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baik bro. I got iphone 4 and i changed my number already after 3 years. Yeeeey! Nyeek. Anyways i should really hope that 3 years studying and working would be a breeze. :) i do not know whether i'll be able to cope ke tak? Aiyaaaa ok la aku nak pegi. K bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-8900904264674038698?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/8900904264674038698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=8900904264674038698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/8900904264674038698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/8900904264674038698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2011/04/baik-bro.html' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-7581472005233859569</id><published>2011-03-22T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T08:13:21.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ist</title><content type='html'>artist&lt;br /&gt;rapist&lt;br /&gt;terrorist&lt;br /&gt;vocalist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;killer&lt;br /&gt;murderer&lt;br /&gt;painter&lt;br /&gt;teacher&lt;br /&gt;lawyer&lt;br /&gt;engineer&lt;br /&gt;singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok just very random. was just talking about the -ist conjunctions. is it conjunctions?&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, do you know that me, Im an auntie and i'll be called &lt;br /&gt;Hala Na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, hala is the arabic term for auntie. i'm not arab. im javanese. but i still think that hala sounds cooler you see. so, i choose the name hala. and as my name is na ; hala na. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you tink our parents ever grew up tinking , " ouh what will my child be calling me? what will my niece ans nephew call me?" " what age will i when i get married? who will i marry? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i look at my parents, sometimes i think they really try their best to do whatever for us. and then i shouldn't be so hard on them whenever they scold me or anything cause i do not know until i will have my own children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i really want a baby. aiyaaa. i visited my nephwew ( Muhammad Rifqi Ahlami)&lt;br /&gt;and he's a bit unwell. He's breathing is a little hard. kesian sey. but i loved him when i held him. He smelled so nice. If i has a son/daughter, i would protect him with all my life. Even though Rifqi is not my son, i could feel the love Umi, Tetas and the parents give him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya. getting all emotional is it ina? &lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;niwaes, im in love with berets and the colour yellow,&lt;br /&gt;so, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;payday meeting ili zafirah.&lt;br /&gt;baik brahhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;ok bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-7581472005233859569?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/7581472005233859569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=7581472005233859569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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icing&lt;br /&gt;and decorate a cake.&lt;br /&gt;if this turns out well, &lt;br /&gt;im sure i'll do future cakes for whoever's bday that are coming up.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;its going on great.&lt;br /&gt;even though some people, &lt;br /&gt;are just plain assholes cause even though i give them chance and they still fucked up, &lt;br /&gt;im still gona forgive them.&lt;br /&gt;but nope nope im not gona fucking forget.&lt;br /&gt;im just gona erase them from my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont deserve my sympathy, my forgiveness and esp my trust.&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;i wont stoop down so low and be as unkind as you.&lt;br /&gt;even though you deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;fuck you&lt;br /&gt;and fuck her too.&lt;br /&gt;hope you're happy btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yey!&lt;br /&gt;im going to msia.&lt;br /&gt;truly asia.&lt;br /&gt;naik kapal terbang oi.&lt;br /&gt;malas la eh nk naik bus.&lt;br /&gt;klau naik bus, confem2 badan semue aching nk mampus.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully we will have a nice nice trip there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the day&lt;br /&gt;here comes the bride.&lt;br /&gt;all dressed in white.&lt;br /&gt;fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;suplisssseeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;shiqa does it best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la.&lt;br /&gt;nk masukkan cake dalam kotak supaya,&lt;br /&gt;tidak hancur. esok aku sambung membuatnya cantik,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck my malay fail la sia.&lt;br /&gt;dont worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;i tink that even if cikgu amir give me private lessons everyday for 10 years i tink my malay standard will always be around c5&lt;br /&gt;go to hell/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-6746391319108147013</id><published>2010-12-28T03:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T03:32:45.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am a toopid person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that's all i wana say..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;k no la.&lt;br /&gt;2010 is a very bad bad year.&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to figure out who i was this year.&lt;br /&gt;whether i was the good person &lt;br /&gt;or am i easily influenced by bad things?&lt;br /&gt;am i the lazy person who gets distracted very fast.&lt;br /&gt;can i put my priorities accordingly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope. i cannot find out the answers cause im both of each worlds.&lt;br /&gt;im not the bad person. but i have to accept that im not good either.&lt;br /&gt;i say things to make me feel and look good, but i gota understand tht im not good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiizzz&lt;br /&gt;and its just tht i dont want stop.&lt;br /&gt;k la bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-6746391319108147013?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/6746391319108147013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=6746391319108147013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/6746391319108147013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/6746391319108147013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-toopid-person.html' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-36084979625471754</id><published>2010-10-28T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T02:03:06.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>magic</title><content type='html'>"shots shots shots shots.&lt;br /&gt;everyboddyyy.&lt;br /&gt;shots shots shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la la lala. lala lala la la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panties on the ground everytime i give them shots. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know however nice all the clubbings/dance-able songs are, allllll the songs are just super offensive? -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha. anyways, tomorrow's my birthday and im meeting my best friends.im meeting nurul to fly kite ferz. and den we will meet shiqa. to eat at najib party. hahaha. maybe maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is, do not remind me of my age pls. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not trying to say that i am old. it's just that the age 20 is stupid. like you're neither here nor there. i should stop it la. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just got my period damn shit double dang. second day on my birthday. thanks bodaaay. hahaha.  anyways, i need to buy a kite tomorrow. do you tink dari 7-11 boleh di-trusted tk? cause check check nnt besok nk fly kite, suddenly got hole or the tali putus. =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. bye,&lt;div 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title='magic'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-5540569221665382277</id><published>2010-10-06T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T06:16:17.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>purple goes with yellow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/TKx0g9ddx9I/AAAAAAAAACU/TETkXLuzFIs/s1600/IMG_4572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/TKx0g9ddx9I/AAAAAAAAACU/TETkXLuzFIs/s320/IMG_4572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524918952479541202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have four children, i will be happy. very much happy. =))hehehe. anyways, this picture was taken at langkawi. its nice kn.. i tink if i have photoshoot (lek sua), i will bring the umbrella and tangkap glamour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.next year, holidays please come faster. im super excited like thurr.. i like it when you do it right thurrr.. i wana see all the movies, all the songs tht i grew up with. i found almost all my favourite cartoon dulu. and now, i dunnoe what else i can watch. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink back about all the famous famous people that i know of in the world, and i tink that the only person that i will die like a crazy death would be still and forever be jonhnny depp. so, i tink when i freaked out when i saw missy on stage super near to me, i will absolutely die when i see JD. haiizzz... * sexx *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. anyways, glee episode 3 is a lil bit sensitive don't you tink. my sister say that it may not even air on tv. maybe so. its about religions and all. and gay. so, i dont knw. me and my cousins are a lil dissapointed about it.. but, how i met your mother is still will forever be the shhhhitttt......!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhahaha. tomorrow nenek will be undergoing an operation. its scary cause its something to do with her knee cap but i'll be there for her. insyaallah nothing would happened.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 bonnie and cylde is on mtv now. byeeee... =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-5540569221665382277?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/5540569221665382277/comments/default' title='Post 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birth-date. so, i don't know what im feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. i dont put pictures up anymore dunnoe why. i am very sleepy even though i have slept tadi. hahaha. da la na. org nk tido skrng.. bubbyeee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-4313045219378300884?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/4313045219378300884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=4313045219378300884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/4313045219378300884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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MOTHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;br /&gt;i was thinking i should totally change my blog skin right. its super lame come to think of it.. like how long has it been sia since i've changed it.. nyhahaa. im going to henderson waves this coming saturday.. super excited.. not quite.. after the henderson thing im going to jia wen's place at last.. tu yg aku excited. i am gona cam-whore thr.. yipeee. and and this friday, pls pray tht i'll get to go to the f1.. i mean, im not trying to be buruk siku ar.. tetapi, i won the tickets pe.. i want to go, but i see my parents excited, i feel happy. but i want to go.. i want to let them go.. but i,d rather they go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop pms-ing. cause i will have very bad mood swings which is very bad. i cannot stop my mood and just be awesome.. instead, i'll be this stupid girl who gets pissed off at the smallest thing. &lt;br /&gt;and girl is sucha understatememt. im not gona be a teenager. one of the reasons why i would not like to celebrate my birthday is because i am totally not pcyshed about turning twenteen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-7912815931730933457?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/7912815931730933457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=7912815931730933457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/7912815931730933457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/7912815931730933457'/><link rel='alternate' 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thinking that this is not just some puppy love. thought that, "Yes. He will be the father of my babies. This is THE guy i am going to grow up with till the day all my teeth falls off." with thinking that, why would i possibly think that i shouldn't give him my all. almost all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and true enough with whatever my dad has told me time and again, tht guy left me for another girl. Just like that, in 2 weeks after we decided to end whatever complication we had. The thing is, i felt so stupid because he wasn't even my boyfriend. And i gave him alot of things. I was used and its not only his fault completely cause i threw myself at him. how pathetic can i get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to me, he was the world. But to him, i was a mere stepping stone for him to get the love of his life. Do you know how heart-breaking that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see him time and over again. still with her. Like i said. i was a mere stepping stone. I was just a friend. I'm not special. I'm just like any other girls he played with. Just with benefits. So, all the tears, fights, strength, patience i had was wasted on him so that he, NOT ME, could be happy finally. He didn't lose out did he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not jealous that he choose me over another girl. I am just very sad, that all my efforts was gone to waste.And the thing is that, whenever i see his FB. she writes, "i love you when i was still single". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he was single, he was with me. and he went with her after he broke all ties with me. he didn't lose out on anything at all. he used me to get her. nope. he didnt lose. he's happy. while i'm here still regretting ever spending so much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, my dad always say, &lt;br /&gt;"don't give up your dignity for a guy, as a guy won't be at a disadvantage. the girls will be. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-6549080653109844432?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/6549080653109844432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=6549080653109844432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/6549080653109844432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/6549080653109844432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-dad-always-say.html' title='my dad always say 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i was washing the dishes, everyone was saying bye bye to me. and i actually said to my parents, " tkmu balik lambat2 ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that i am the child nt the parents.. hahaha. this shows how much of a good mother i'll become. i'll love and cherish all of my kids. i can't wait to be a mother. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dunnoe why i wana be a mother so badly. i would cry sometimes thinking of how much i would like a baby. hahahaha.. its super weird right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhaha. wokaes. i think my cousins all macam tknk buat gleeking thing tu je.. i so sad... hahahaha. k la. bubbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-797322907669352562?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-7423944195457594571.post-5178796182696488525</id><published>2010-08-31T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T06:49:48.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>berterima kasih la untuk berita baik.&lt;br /&gt;berita baik yang membuat ku sungguh gmebira.&lt;br /&gt;NOT...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tating ar sia facebook.&lt;br /&gt;i am still the same person as i was last time.&lt;br /&gt;i am still the same person as i was when i celebrated my 5th birthday at pap. same person when i first stepped into bedok north secondary school with my haig girls' school uniform. same person when i was in cikgu som's class crying being insulted by my now best friends. =). same person when i fell for isa. same person when i pushed him away for yan hadi. same person when i got dumped/two-timed by yan hadi. same person when i met hadi. same person when tok left us. same person when i went to the zoo. same person when i broke off with hadi. same person when i liked hafiz. same person when i used Rai. same person when i fight with my whole family. same person when i couldn't get over hadi. same person when yayi left us. same person when i got over everything. same person then. same person now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand. how i changed in fact. if i was still the same person. same person as in how i would deal with things. how i would react in such situations. my emotions and all. i realised that i did not change.&lt;br /&gt;i grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i grew into a better person. maybe a much more wiser even though sometimes not thinking about hw it would affect people with the choices i made. but i grew and i know now that all the obstacles that i have faced made me who i am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with or without, it will be my turn soon. all the heartaches, will not go to waste as in the future, it will be my turn to laugh smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be my turn. &lt;br /&gt;i have faith;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-5178796182696488525?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/5178796182696488525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=5178796182696488525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/5178796182696488525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/5178796182696488525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2010/08/berterima-kasih-la-untuk-berita-baik.html' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-8588755030721513504</id><published>2010-08-29T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T08:26:00.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my right eye is swollen like a baby back bitch.&lt;br /&gt;it is 11.22 pm and i am still not asleep.&lt;br /&gt;i wana wait for kakak and look at all the videos we did together yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;yes i do.&lt;br /&gt;but it is difficult to meet up cause one of us is living so far away.&lt;br /&gt;( west siddde story la deh )&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;and the rest of the boys are busy with their gf.&lt;br /&gt;and the some of us girls are busy with our bf.&lt;br /&gt;and it is very difficult to meet up much less practise what we said we wana do.&lt;br /&gt;bt everytime we meet, it is super fun then any other things combined.&lt;br /&gt;how i met your mother. glee.&lt;br /&gt;two of our favourites...!&lt;br /&gt;yes. &lt;br /&gt;that is our bond.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok aku ngn merepek saje..&lt;br /&gt;nehmind. next project to do, during hari raye.&lt;br /&gt;i'll find out something to do during hari raye.&lt;br /&gt;we need to do alot of dance moves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't touch this...!&lt;br /&gt;k bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-8588755030721513504?l=excuseme-mr.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-7423944195457594571.post-7393641756440202440</id><published>2010-07-24T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T23:22:57.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to the good life</title><content type='html'>one more week&lt;br /&gt;i will be an emcee for my cousin's wedding&lt;br /&gt;i am scared but super excited&lt;br /&gt;this coming thursday we will be doing inai&lt;br /&gt;(is tht the spelling)&lt;br /&gt;yaaaa&lt;br /&gt;so, i need to buy like 5 packets of strepsils&lt;br /&gt;and promise myself not to shout like a baby back bitch&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey&lt;br /&gt;k bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-7393641756440202440?l=excuseme-mr.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-7423944195457594571.post-8463364097886979206</id><published>2010-07-19T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T05:07:43.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>travelling</title><content type='html'>ok.&lt;br /&gt;i would like to go travelling.&lt;br /&gt;and after travelling, i would find a perfect place to stay/live.&lt;br /&gt;and so, i would migrate there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing about migrating is that;&lt;br /&gt;(i will now break it down into pros and cons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cons are :&lt;br /&gt;you would not get to see your family&lt;br /&gt;you would not get to see your friends&lt;br /&gt;you would not know the history of said country&lt;br /&gt;you would not get to celebrate national day, racial harmony, hari raya and hari raya haji so on so forth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pros are :&lt;br /&gt;it will be a new everything at everything.&lt;br /&gt;new washine machine.&lt;br /&gt;new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;new friends.&lt;br /&gt;new surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;new animals as pets.&lt;br /&gt;new beaches.&lt;br /&gt;new landmarks.&lt;br /&gt;new habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see.&lt;br /&gt;i mean its good to migrate.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe if i dont migrate, i shall just leave singapore for like 5 years or so.&lt;br /&gt;go study somewhere. i dont know. im contemplating this right now at this very moment. why so?&lt;br /&gt;hahah. no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, lemme talk about this particular person that has been on my mind. not in a good way. or like a im-having-a-crush-on-you kind of way. more like can-you-please-get-out-of-my-mind-soon-before-i-kill-you.. hahaha. anyways, this person is an anal. heshe, can't handle stress. heshe, would then lash out on everyone around heshe because heshe finds a need to. heshe, if done something wrong would put the blame on someone else esp on people that heshe doesn't like because heshe doesn't like being wrong. so then heshe would roll heshe's eyes, and scold everyone around heshe. heshe thinks heshe is god damn above everything else, but actually heshe is just ugly. and heshe should know that nobody likes heshe. everyone is being hypocritical around heshe. so,i think heshe should go somewhere else cause it would be of everyone's benefit. thank you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been watching too much psych and im bugged. i need to wait for a month before i get to watch season 5. psych; apparently is a very good show to watch. it shows that you don't need to be mature at everything that you do cause as long as you feel at your comfort zone, you'll be ok. not everyone around you will like you, as you can't please everyone. just be happy and the truth shall set you free. ( liar liar ). ok. i shall stop quoting from my favourite movies. this psych thing is really starting to wear me out. i should totally stop talking like this. right now, in my head, im talking like how gus and shawn speaks. hahaha. this is getting crazy. ok la. i need to go layan my catty cat kucing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound better talking in malay or english?&lt;br /&gt;-___________________-&lt;br /&gt;seriously. &lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-8463364097886979206?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/8463364097886979206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=8463364097886979206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/8463364097886979206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/8463364097886979206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2010/07/travelling.html' title='travelling'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-9075579147920936936</id><published>2010-05-24T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T07:30:43.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i do not celebrate valentine's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. ok bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-9075579147920936936?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/9075579147920936936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=9075579147920936936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/9075579147920936936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/9075579147920936936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-i-do-not-celebrate-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-6881126913974038974</id><published>2010-05-16T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T04:47:46.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>decision or desicion ; my goodness. what difference does it make Mr English Language</title><content type='html'>hey..&lt;br /&gt;you know there was this list that i made right about what are the things i would do before i would die.&lt;br /&gt;so one of it was KILL A LIZARD WITH MY BARE HANDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i so take it back. on thursday. &lt;br /&gt;i cannot do it.&lt;br /&gt;my heart cannot take this disgusting creature near me.&lt;br /&gt;anywhere near me.&lt;br /&gt;if it appears before me, i would die a miserable death even before i would get the chance to hold it.&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know why i am super afraid of lizards&lt;br /&gt;it just bugs me that the most disgusting creature of my choice is lizards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. im weird.&lt;br /&gt;my mum asked me this just now, &lt;br /&gt;"adik.. adik bohong kt mama kan. adik masi hisap rokok kan?"&lt;br /&gt;i said, " no.. asl eh?"&lt;br /&gt;"beh nape ade bau rokok??"&lt;br /&gt;" i was from a bbq mama.. rambut adik pun bau asap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___-&lt;br /&gt;nyehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a good good time on friday and sat.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;br /&gt;i am very upset with this friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;he was my best friend last time.&lt;br /&gt;nt hadi.&lt;br /&gt;he was my bestest best friend.&lt;br /&gt;i was even closer to him than shiqa at one point of time.&lt;br /&gt;and i know alot of things change &lt;br /&gt;and that we aren't close anymore.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont mind if you still use me and take me for granted and all.&lt;br /&gt;but if you have a girlfriend, dont lie about it la..&lt;br /&gt;its not funny.&lt;br /&gt;its irritating and its pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;like super irritating me i swear.&lt;br /&gt;whts the use of denying it in like kekek kekek way, &lt;br /&gt;when you knw i will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i swear aku tk jealous la sey.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont like it when i said, &lt;br /&gt;" ehh.. (insertnamehere) kau da de matair ehhh.. cheyy congrats"&lt;br /&gt;"ehh. tkde la.. mane ade...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wtf&lt;br /&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-6881126913974038974?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/6881126913974038974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=6881126913974038974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/6881126913974038974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/6881126913974038974'/><link rel='alternate' 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hopefully hopefully i will be going there in july or august den can main2 with aiman and fahri.. heee.. i am going to miss Shidah cause she's like a motherly/sisterly figure to me.. i could talk to her about anyting and she wasn't judgemental or whatsoever. i am going to miss her non-biasness. aiyoo. i duwana talk about it laer i sad.. haizz. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;br /&gt;im having my period and im sad thinking about shidah now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-3832413025949394125?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/3832413025949394125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=3832413025949394125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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cause im super tired.&lt;br /&gt;i do not wana work for the mean time cause i think i will have a mental break down soon if i dont relax.&lt;br /&gt;there's just super alot of things to do&lt;br /&gt;like my driving&lt;br /&gt;like my holidays&lt;br /&gt;like money&lt;br /&gt;like my retaking my o levels&lt;br /&gt;like going for my diploma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why why why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just take one step at a time&lt;br /&gt;there's no need to rush.&lt;br /&gt;it's like learning how to fly &lt;br /&gt;and falling in love&lt;br /&gt;k lameness that sizzles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't miss me at all&lt;br /&gt;when i called&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-5408848272980825447?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-7423944195457594571.post-8777902812737120192</id><published>2010-04-25T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T04:53:32.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this stupid week</title><content type='html'>yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;i am having the worst week of my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;i swear.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot believe that i cried like a stupid ass &lt;br /&gt;just because of stupid reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sad.&lt;br /&gt;i am superbly sad that i feel like just curling up into a ball and just cry.&lt;br /&gt;literally.&lt;br /&gt;i am having a bad week at work and stupid fights are the cherry on top of the freaking ice cream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-8777902812737120192?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-7423944195457594571.post-2110391521685072707</id><published>2010-04-15T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T06:03:53.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its nine and i stil havent pack my bag to go to KL tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. super lazy&lt;br /&gt;and one of my dress is like wet. my mother forgot to dry it..&lt;br /&gt;shit double damn.&lt;br /&gt;how...? hahah&lt;br /&gt;den now, i still need to put songs in my ipod cause &lt;br /&gt;im taking coach there and it will take a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;booohooo.&lt;br /&gt;and i stil wana play guitar hero.&lt;br /&gt;im in desperate need to be cool.&lt;br /&gt;and i swear i tink im gona get my p tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;cause my whole body is aching.&lt;br /&gt;fuck la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like&lt;br /&gt;im going for holiday eh tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;lemme enjoy ar.&lt;br /&gt;pls pls.&lt;br /&gt;=((&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what we're gonna do at KL.&lt;br /&gt;im super excited tht my parents are gona let me and my sister experience by &lt;br /&gt;ourselves lor..&lt;br /&gt;yipeee ya yo.&lt;br /&gt;and now, i can't shop alot. &lt;br /&gt;super sad. but nehmind.&lt;br /&gt;its not shopping on impulse btw.&lt;br /&gt;its retail therapy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really tink if i go shopping, &lt;br /&gt;i will be happier.&lt;br /&gt;i just need more more more money,&lt;br /&gt;so i can go for my own personal therapy.&lt;br /&gt;retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;weeee.. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sumpah aku merepek.&lt;br /&gt;aku tk suke pack, cause i cannot decide on what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, you wake then feel like what u wana wear what or the night before.&lt;br /&gt;abeh, what if suddenly im at the hotel, and i wana wear someting else.&lt;br /&gt;how how how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss nurul faradella la..&lt;br /&gt;i miss her super much.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i get to meet her soon.&lt;br /&gt;she's coming back tis sat when i am at KL.&lt;br /&gt;i wont even get to talk to her. &lt;br /&gt;sooooo sooo soooo so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. kamalina..&lt;br /&gt;kamma... pls go ad pack now. can someone call me and scold me and force me to pack my bag now now now..&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkkk byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-2110391521685072707?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/2110391521685072707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-7423944195457594571.post-2762965153049996623</id><published>2010-04-13T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T08:12:39.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>was it worth it?</title><content type='html'>wokaes.&lt;br /&gt;i would like to make a list of what i wana do before i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;things to do b4 i die:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bungee jumping&lt;br /&gt;go paris&lt;br /&gt;go us&lt;br /&gt;go egypt&lt;br /&gt;k la go seven wonders of the world&lt;br /&gt;go haji&lt;br /&gt;be a radio dj&lt;br /&gt;be a good chef&lt;br /&gt;have a phd in someting i like&lt;br /&gt;learn to play guitar&lt;br /&gt;learn to play drums&lt;br /&gt;learn to play touch rugby&lt;br /&gt;knw the rules and regulations of a simple soccer game, so i can enjoy watching a soccer game with aba&lt;br /&gt;go nigara falls and see the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;kill a lizard with my hands&lt;br /&gt;dance a good routine&lt;br /&gt;dance hiphop&lt;br /&gt;stop doing bad things&lt;br /&gt;be hadi's friend again&lt;br /&gt;lose weight &lt;br /&gt;play guitar hero at expert level&lt;br /&gt;play the drum at band hero at expert level&lt;br /&gt;have a movie marathon for 3 days without sleeping&lt;br /&gt;start a food fight&lt;br /&gt;slap a guy's face&lt;br /&gt;kick some guys' balls&lt;br /&gt;pepper spray a guys' face&lt;br /&gt;(sial la all i wana hurt guys haha)&lt;br /&gt;get into a cat fight with a girl&lt;br /&gt;drive at 220 km/hr&lt;br /&gt;have a motor liscense after getting my car&lt;br /&gt;skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;basking at orchard road in front of taka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. got alot la.. nehmind.. if i rmbr somemore, i type somemore.. bubbbyee. =)) nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-2762965153049996623?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/2762965153049996623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=2762965153049996623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/2762965153049996623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/2762965153049996623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2010/04/was-it-worth-it.html' title='was it worth it?'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-729416417176616459</id><published>2010-04-06T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T17:18:29.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>protect me, let me be the good girl in your eyes</title><content type='html'>ye laaa.&lt;br /&gt;my blog da ade cobweb.&lt;br /&gt;annnnyyyways, &lt;br /&gt;shiqa's bday is lusa, i wont be able to spend time with her. &lt;br /&gt;super sad... &lt;br /&gt;and nurul is at india.&lt;br /&gt;the day that she is coming back to spore, i will be at KL.&lt;br /&gt;thts half sad and half excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16april 17april 18april&lt;br /&gt;i am going to KL with my sister and a couple of her friends.&lt;br /&gt;7may 8may 9may&lt;br /&gt;i am going to REDANG ON A CRUISE with my family.&lt;br /&gt;june. not sure which date&lt;br /&gt;i am going to LANGKAWI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.. and i am going to JAKARTA.&lt;br /&gt;insyaallah with shiqa.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully....&lt;br /&gt;=)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gona be an exicting year. &lt;br /&gt;and a year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;i wont be spending my birthday that much cause apparently&lt;br /&gt;i got exams.&lt;br /&gt;damn double shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la.. i have like ten more minutes before i start work.&lt;br /&gt;and today can practise driving.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i can rmbr pasal sumpah da lame, &lt;br /&gt;eversince i got herpes.&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;k k...&lt;br /&gt;bubbyeee.&lt;br /&gt;see you later alligator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-729416417176616459?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/729416417176616459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=729416417176616459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/729416417176616459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/729416417176616459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2010/04/protect-me-let-me-be-good-girl-in-your.html' title='protect me, let me be the good girl in your eyes'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-2029514772555051300</id><published>2010-02-26T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T04:08:50.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.&lt;br /&gt;i was writing on the board, &lt;br /&gt;asking them the name of the object and singing a song that is related,&lt;br /&gt;e.g&lt;br /&gt;if i draw a sun, they have to sing "mr sun"&lt;br /&gt;if i draw a fish, they have to sing "im a little fish"&lt;br /&gt;so and and so forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. so, i was drawing a flower and im drawing with mu left hand cause i was lazy to move the the right side of the board. so, i was drawing a flower and they said that my drawing is ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;ugly nah ke?&lt;br /&gt;shit damn it.&lt;br /&gt;maybe imi just a story-teller and movement kinda teacher.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot be siting down doing art.&lt;br /&gt;i have absolutely no talent in the artistic part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. anyway, when i was working at ochacha last time, all of my workmates are my friends. except for yang(stupid)yang ar. like sebas, saiful, eugene, noon, fish and all. and i never felt lazYz going to work. cause i love working there. and there's no negative feeling ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi lsh sgh. pokiwak. i dunnoe la. people backstabbing me la. nk mintak tolong, kasi muke baik. abeh kt blakang mcm sial. i dont understand this kinda people la. to have the heart to do that. even if i dont like that person, im never rude to them la. stupid dumb ass. whatever it is, if i wana survive, i just gota suck it all in and swallow. no questions allowed to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh yeah. you know. i am a teacher whereby i dont like kids to be rude to their parents, friends. i want them to be independent. and also dont like them to be kaypoh. so, anywway, i give you guys a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the student was crying and another teacher was pacifying her. and all of her friends was crowding around. i said, " excuse me. the rest of you. please dont be busybodies. i do not busy bodies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i actually remembered how kepo i was lst time. cause there was time i was feeding a friend of mine alot of gossips, and he just said to me, " na. kau ade resource library kat rumah kau ke ape."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. thts funny,&lt;br /&gt;am i kepo. nmy sister says that im just freaking clumsy and mak nenek. dasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daaa. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-2029514772555051300?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-7423944195457594571.post-2820885597309836544</id><published>2010-02-24T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T05:34:29.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>working life</title><content type='html'>haha.&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.&lt;br /&gt;lemme talk about my work-life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously speaking.&lt;br /&gt;im super tired.&lt;br /&gt;im getting sick very often, &lt;br /&gt;lerthagic ( correct spelling? )&lt;br /&gt;haha. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yeah. super tired. &lt;br /&gt;and i wont even want to go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes, honestly speaking i dunnoe why im choosing to do all these when im still young. im a girl. i dont have to go thru ns like guys and yes i do need to chase all my certificates b4 im old. but then, now im working while studying. the advantages are i will get more work experiences then all those who just left poly and i get the same qualifications. so, what im thinking is that. im sick and tired and just super tired to carry on working like this. but tell me again.&lt;br /&gt;how do i bring myself to wake up each morning feeling happy and excited to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its because of my passion.&lt;br /&gt;( k tht sentence totally like the one moe advertisment thanking teachers and all -_- )&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ya la. my kids. all the kids may be crying but after it all, at the end of the day, i'll still be happy doing what im doing. =) yeaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tadi got this stupid guy who came over to our center to give a talk about fire prevention. i aint got any words to describe how much sadness i felt just nw. just wana let you guys know, that people who are caught in fire, do not die for the heat of the fire. its the smoke that kills the fuck out of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you are caught in a flat without a way to escape and thers's no fire but just like ccb black thick smoke blowing to your face, im telling you without a doubt even though the building 50 storeys, you'd rather jump. i saw videos. and i freaked out while the guy talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know when you are wearing contact lens, if you are caught in the smoke, you know you have to immediately take out your lens, cause if you dont, the smoke is gona make your lens melt and you'd be blind like a freaking bat i tell youuuu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pls dont use your handphone at the petrol station when you ngh isi minyak, cause can explode. i saw video footage, sumpah tk bedek. and off the engine. pls. and dont over heat you electrical appliances please. and everyone, the least you can do to save urself from getting killed by smoke, even before the fire please buy smoke detector at your house and fire extinguisher pleeease. im gona buy during the weekends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pls dont get burnt in thai. cause if you get burnt thr, skin grafting they use pig skin. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la. im done freaking out. going to tioman and buying billabong swimming gear to bake in the sun like a happy goobber. the water very clear can see your feet. no kidding. chey. lemme go thr first then i tell you. chey. to my loyal fans. hmm. yela tu na. k bye,&lt;br /&gt;i need to go down for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-2820885597309836544?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/2820885597309836544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=2820885597309836544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/2820885597309836544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/2820885597309836544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-life.html' title='working life'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/S1hW0HSp9aI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vCZ6XGG7LMc/s320/butterfly-shoulder-womens-girls-tattoos-tattoo-designs-pictures-gallery4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429184804105614754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/S1hWiNtjqNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lMf4MCgWnBg/s1600-h/lower_back_tattoo_sexy_girls_butterfly-lower-back-tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/S1hWiNtjqNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lMf4MCgWnBg/s320/lower_back_tattoo_sexy_girls_butterfly-lower-back-tattoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429184496591415506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/S1hVutqKOLI/AAAAAAAAABs/M078y19vVbY/s1600-h/323898-749-45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/S1hVutqKOLI/AAAAAAAAABs/M078y19vVbY/s320/323898-749-45.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429183611813902514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, &lt;br /&gt;my vp&lt;br /&gt;has tattoos on her back.&lt;br /&gt;and i know, i know, i know&lt;br /&gt;that i can never ever ever have tattoo, &lt;br /&gt;but its killing me every single day to look at her tattoo, &lt;br /&gt;looking so pretty, ( the tat not her mind you )&lt;br /&gt;its so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first tattoo is tht first tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;i dont really like butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;i prefer flower.&lt;br /&gt;but the placement of whr she put the tat is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second one. &lt;br /&gt;yeahh.i would.. but i always wear my clothes long.. &lt;br /&gt;maybe my husband would like it.&lt;br /&gt;makes him turn on&lt;br /&gt;( bnyk kau peh drama )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third.&lt;br /&gt;same same reason.&lt;br /&gt;but its so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;and like damn sexy right the placement of the tat.&lt;br /&gt;damn it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last..&lt;br /&gt;ooo. i always wanted to put my tat thr.&lt;br /&gt;if i could i mean.&lt;br /&gt;like.. &lt;br /&gt;a butterfly haha.&lt;br /&gt;like my fake one.&lt;br /&gt;or just a chinese character.&lt;br /&gt;saying like peace or brave.&lt;br /&gt;or loud.&lt;br /&gt;strength.&lt;br /&gt;dont want love la..&lt;br /&gt;always ai ai ai.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz,. keep dreaming on kamalina.&lt;br /&gt;a tat is one straight ticket to hell.&lt;br /&gt;so is anal sex.&lt;br /&gt;random.&lt;br /&gt;byeee.&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-3491789243903172669?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/3491789243903172669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=3491789243903172669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/3491789243903172669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/3491789243903172669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='tats'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/S1hXGMCiFpI/AAAAAAAAACE/U8NviybaSwI/s72-c/neck-tat1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423944195457594571.post-7266573240576658091</id><published>2010-01-08T06:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T06:44:14.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thts my name; dnt wear it out</title><content type='html'>ouh hello. It twenty ten. And im gona turn twenty. Im gona suit up on 29th oct. Haha. K tu lame. Wokaes..  &lt;br /&gt;My new year resolutions,&lt;br /&gt;~save more $&lt;br /&gt;~dont take taxi&lt;br /&gt;~take care of my voice which apparently sounds like lelaki.&lt;br /&gt;~pass driving test so can get car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yeaaah. Thts about it. Noting more noting less.. Chey... Haha.. K la. Tu je aku nk updae. Im back home salready.. K bye.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-7266573240576658091?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/7266573240576658091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=7266573240576658091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/7266573240576658091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/7266573240576658091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2010/01/thts-my-name-dnt-wear-it-out.html' title='thts my name; dnt wear it out'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-152816683290458266</id><published>2009-12-20T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T11:20:24.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3.15 am&lt;br /&gt;and im awake.&lt;br /&gt;pls. i need to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;got exam tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;what the fuuuck.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i will pass tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;rreeally insyaallah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep now kama.&lt;br /&gt;lina.&lt;br /&gt;ina.&lt;br /&gt;na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. sleep.&lt;br /&gt;ccb.&lt;br /&gt;ok. &lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;br /&gt;im fine already.&lt;br /&gt;i dont need you to call once in the blue moon.&lt;br /&gt;it is freak-ing me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will sing,  &lt;br /&gt;together with my cousins, push it.&lt;br /&gt;to nab and mir.&lt;br /&gt;nab&lt;br /&gt;nur adlyna batrisah&lt;br /&gt;mir&lt;br /&gt;muhd izz rusaidi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what song.. but great combination.&lt;br /&gt;aku lame. excuse the time and myself..&lt;br /&gt;fuck it&lt;br /&gt;bbbbyeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-152816683290458266?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/152816683290458266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=152816683290458266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/152816683290458266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/152816683290458266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/12/3.html' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-1861516558470497383</id><published>2009-12-01T01:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:41:57.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why am i at work?</title><content type='html'>ok.&lt;br /&gt;can someone tell me why why why?&lt;br /&gt;why am i at work?&lt;br /&gt;( if you think im rhyming for no apparent reason, well. ya.. aku gile )&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, get back to the story. &lt;br /&gt;im super duper tired beyond belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jgn ar caye.&lt;br /&gt;aku rase right now, i can sleep for two days straight. yes. please. just let me sleep on a bed filled with nice comfy pillows, with a nice comforter, from ikea with flower patterns. and then with air con. then when i wake up from two days, gimme breakfast in bed ar ape lagi.. i want french toast ok? and scrambled eggs. sedap nye. k tu tomorrow nye breakfast.. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have a concert coming up next friday. and i will be super excited cause it will be the first of the many many concerts i will be participating. hahaha. ok. jgn lupe amek gmbr pulak. i dont like to update using my hp.. cause bleh post sikit je.. tak tau la.. i tink cause my handphne mcm small gitu.. klau blackbrry ke iphone tu tkpe ar. tulis novel using handphone pun tk pe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, kamalina. you should stop being lame.bubbye...&lt;br /&gt;=)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-1861516558470497383?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/1861516558470497383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=1861516558470497383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/1861516558470497383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/1861516558470497383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-am-i-at-work.html' title='why am i at work?'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-1797410742883688259</id><published>2009-11-28T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T08:40:56.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy</title><content type='html'>i do not treat u like a bahan. If u feel tht i do, im really sorry. But seriously i do not. Sometimes, u ask me out on days when i really got other plans or when im super tired. I really need u to understand that la. aku sumpah tk paham asl kau mengamuk sngt. u dun nd to put down the fone on me or scold me. U knw tht i dun like being scolded... and for ur info, aku slalu call kau jugak and kau tk angkat and sometimes kau pun terlupe nk call aku balik. But i nvr get angry. And when i do, i apologize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-1797410742883688259?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/1797410742883688259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=1797410742883688259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/1797410742883688259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/1797410742883688259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/11/crazy.html' title='crazy'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-5152893176907651202</id><published>2009-11-27T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T12:15:21.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heyyy</title><content type='html'>im back. From a very fun seeesssiiion with my cousins... Abeh sumpah sedih bopleh bulu anjing siaaa... Pals butss.. Hahaha. Cause no gambar at all. But today super duper fun lor. I aint got any words to describe how much fun i had. Hahah. K. Aku nk ngk glee and paranormal activities baby. Good bye. hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-5152893176907651202?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/5152893176907651202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=5152893176907651202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/5152893176907651202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/5152893176907651202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/11/heyyy.html' title='heyyy'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-7423254297973353561</id><published>2009-11-27T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T01:09:37.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hari raye haji</title><content type='html'>today hari raya haji. So nice. Today is one of the big big celebration without some of my loved ones and i feel ok. :). I feel happy.. I need to go for some rocking session.. ( rock band ) hahah. I nned to show off some serious skills to people. Who wana do a band wif me. Heee. Anyway, will be playing bowling tonight.. Hopefully... Or pump it la. nyehehe. I will be so going underwater world on monday... Heee..... Yey!!! K bye. Nk main taiti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-7423254297973353561?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/7423254297973353561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=7423254297973353561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/7423254297973353561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/7423254297973353561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/11/hari-raye-haji.html' title='hari raye haji'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-5850975712155431022</id><published>2009-11-25T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T04:41:19.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chey. My virgin post using handphone.</title><content type='html'>heyyy. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Am at my cousins' house and its super cool that i can update my blog using my handphone... Nyehehe.  i am going to underwater world on monday. Super sexyyyy... Hahah. with my kids.. Yyey. So my friends are still gona go and stay there. Wooohooo. Got friends for the rest of my three years there... :). Heee. K la. Maybe i'll update later. Goodbye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-5850975712155431022?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/5850975712155431022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=5850975712155431022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/5850975712155431022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/5850975712155431022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/11/chey-my-virgin-post-using-handphone.html' title='chey. My virgin post using handphone.'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-6190360399640812985</id><published>2009-11-17T02:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:24:02.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so i stayed ;</title><content type='html'>im gona stay at LSH-SGH&lt;br /&gt;cause apparently that's just&lt;br /&gt;one of the few options i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will think of it this way.&lt;br /&gt;im gona have 3 years of experience&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna do this slowly.&lt;br /&gt;take one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;woooweee.&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im gonna find a new hp.&lt;br /&gt;most probably im gona use bill.&lt;br /&gt;yipee. cause i have a steeady work job for another three years.&lt;br /&gt;so, can la..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i gtg.&lt;br /&gt;will update later.&lt;br /&gt;my dad's here&lt;br /&gt;bunbbyeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-6190360399640812985?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/6190360399640812985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=6190360399640812985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/6190360399640812985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/6190360399640812985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-so-i-stayed.html' title='and so i stayed ;'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-2109111322889692620</id><published>2009-11-14T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:52:41.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soo long i never update</title><content type='html'>ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme update this cobwebed blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first i wana apologize to two friends of mine,&lt;br /&gt;to the first one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really sorry for making fun of you. i know you're pissed of at me. thts why you put down the phone. and usually after people put down at me, i would not care and just get along with life. cause im usually selfish like tht. but then, you're one of my closest friend i have since secondary school and i really am apologizing to you. i may be effing irraitating. but im really asking for you to forgive me. cause i would stop. i would stop making fun of you. its not funny anymore. i'll just zip it about it. im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the second friend of mine;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear to god. i know its too late to apologize. i know both of us have fallen out of this friendship we had because of me. im really sorry tht i did not call you nor made an effort to save anything. and im really sorry that i did not even apologize to you even when you were so angry at me and start tagging me at facebook. im really sorry that i did not treasure the friendship we had. im sorry tht i did not wish you on your birthday. i was being so ego and full of myself. im really sorry. and i would just like you to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i know that im super selfish that sometimes i find friends when im in their need. i know that sometimes, i would call people only when im alone and depressed and just in the need of attention. and when im ok and well, and less desperate for attention, i would push people aside and just continue with my life. just get along without even apologizing and not care.. but then, when im alone, i would just think about all the bad things that i did to all  my friends. and i realise that im not tht innocent which i always picture myself as. im not that good and kind-hearted. its just the image i want people to look at me as and i realise im just as selfish and egoistic as asswipe. i feel damn ashamed of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fcuk it.&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-2109111322889692620?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/2109111322889692620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=2109111322889692620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/2109111322889692620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/2109111322889692620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/11/soo-long-i-never-update.html' title='soo long i never update'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-3332688007193507123</id><published>2009-10-18T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:58:15.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just forget it ;</title><content type='html'>i have nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;you have no right in telling me how i should lead my life.&lt;br /&gt;what i can or cant do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if.&lt;br /&gt;even if.&lt;br /&gt;even if i become the most bitchiest/sluttiest/rudest girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you hurt me in the most worst way possible and you have no absolute right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k byee.&lt;div 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;'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-2536645565271207373</id><published>2009-10-08T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:36:20.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/Ss6SS3hmZKI/AAAAAAAAABk/gNVvwRWt4f4/s1600-h/IMG_3457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390406656849241250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/Ss6SS3hmZKI/AAAAAAAAABk/gNVvwRWt4f4/s320/IMG_3457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/Ss6RzeNUtII/AAAAAAAAABc/8NML1vnZAGc/s1600-h/sisterssss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390406117477364866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/Ss6RzeNUtII/AAAAAAAAABc/8NML1vnZAGc/s320/sisterssss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ooo.. cantik nye kite. nnyeheheh. niwaes, i went out with my sister tht day. so, the person asked us both for our ic. and suddenly he said, " ehh. adik beradik "..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-___-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so merepek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we look like sisters whattt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaha. cantik eh kite due. but i know she's prettier than me la. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im stressed up with work. my limits are up to my head already and i can just break down. mampus. niwaes, i really had a bad bad dream about this guy and im scared to talk to him now. how ar? he's my friend but im really cuak to talk to him sia. i swear to god. to meet him or even talk to hiiiimmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k i should shut up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bubbbbyeeee. i wanna go sleep back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-2536645565271207373?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/2536645565271207373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423944195457594571.post-4916154984175975796</id><published>2009-10-06T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T07:55:12.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and then,  i did something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;to all the people who i called on sunday m0rning.&lt;br /&gt;im truly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;shah. hafiz. hadi. eugene. najib.&lt;br /&gt;and i think alot more.&lt;br /&gt;i was mentally disturbed tht night,&lt;br /&gt;and if i msged you also, saying stupid2 things&lt;br /&gt;im really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mean for it to happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok.&lt;br /&gt;i had an awesomeeeee... nighttt..&lt;br /&gt;ahhah. not gonna elaborate about it.&lt;br /&gt;cause later, people see.&lt;br /&gt;talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;gossip about it.&lt;br /&gt;and im the bitch at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;so, why feed people the gossip they need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im in the mood for it.&lt;br /&gt;no la.. im not.&lt;br /&gt;cause i already got, fcked up by some parents, although its not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, they're unreasonable beyond their own knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;makes them loook stupid and irritating.&lt;br /&gt;but, ina bopiannn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow im gona go karaoke with my bitches/one guy.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but he also considered like my bitch.&lt;br /&gt;exciting or wht. cantt wait.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sing alot alot of songs.&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna sing tragedi october.&lt;br /&gt;cheyyy.. awie babe.&lt;br /&gt;isabella pun jgn lupe sia..&lt;br /&gt;k. then there's poker face. jus dance.&lt;br /&gt;and al the dancable songs.&lt;br /&gt;woooowweee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes, countdown to my birthday please..&lt;br /&gt;=)))&lt;br /&gt;23 more days ok ok?&lt;br /&gt;thanks.. hehee..&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-2718910564679530354</id><published>2009-09-28T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T08:56:52.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so, i always keep my hopes up too high ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be a vasantham star.&lt;br /&gt;kn kn? plss..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;=)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes, im am super duper sleepy and i still nk step mane nye nocturnal animal. im bloody updating my stupid hancur, dah tk de org nk bace lagi laaa blog at ten to midnight.&lt;br /&gt;its super irritating that im working tomorrow. i feel like putting my life for a one week pause. then i would sleep, wake up, go swimming. then sleep wake up, go cycling. sleep, wake up, go bowling. sleep, wake up, go ice-skating. sleep wake up, go jurong birds' park..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about jurong birds' park.&lt;br /&gt;i really really wanna go there.. who is rela hati pegi sane with me?&lt;br /&gt;i would bring hadi cause apparently, hadi would be the only one who would layan my karena. but i would like someone else cause i cant disturb him pulak this year.. nyehehehe. how?&lt;br /&gt;jurong birds' park seyy. k k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who likes birds?i wanna see the owl, and penguins and flamingoes and the big big waterfall,&lt;br /&gt;k sumpah aku tk bleh sabar nk g jbp. jbp. like jubo bapak. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. k k .&lt;br /&gt;i'll find someone..&lt;br /&gt;dont worry. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c ya later alligator.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-8876911357425960480</id><published>2009-09-17T05:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T05:54:48.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days before raye ;</title><content type='html'>i have absolutely no mood. at all.&lt;br /&gt;because yayi just passed away and im really having the worst stress at work...&lt;br /&gt;like i feel like breaking down and crying and asking someone to be here.&lt;br /&gt;but most of my friends are busy and my sister is working night shift.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like shit cause raye is in a few days and everything is going down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing. absolutely nothing to make myelf happy, except for my own jokes and my own determination to shut my trap and just take it all in a stride.&lt;br /&gt;but i think that i deserve something to make me happy ya?\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause im very very very close to breaking down now, right at this very second........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-8876911357425960480?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/8876911357425960480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=8876911357425960480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/8876911357425960480'/><link rel='self' 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my blog. maybe you will. maybe i will ask you to read it. anyway, you know. you changed my life the most. cause you're not only my best friend but you're more than that. i can only thank you for taking care of me and protecting me. you mean the world and i never wanted you to let me go. i always thought we would be together always, all the time. but things dont go the way you plan right.?  its funny sometimes waking up after 3 years and no calls from you. nor msgs. like in the usual way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like when i was  working at ochacha. and i finish work at 6 and you would call at 445 saying that you're going out of the house and will wait for me at the usual place. but you'll watch tv or look at the mirror for another fifteen minutes and as usual you'll always always be late. haha. then we would walk around the whole of city hall and acting like its kadir's and mazlan's shopping center. and we would take like 1 hr to decide what to eat and then we will always end up eating at subway. the same things and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss talking to you on the phone before going out with you on the weekends cause you would always ask me to wear a shoe cause i always wear slippers and be selekeh. you would always say that i wear whatever i feel comfartable in.  and i dont care if i look like shit. and then, we would talk until like the time we're suppose to bath and then, i would go over under your block.and wait impatiently for you. and you always come down with a smile and i will like muke mcm taik with you. haha. and then we would fight cause we dont have any plans. and you always ask me to make plans. then when i make plans to go east coast or sentosa. i will enjoy. but you dont like cause panas and later you feel sweaty and dirty. hahaa. cacat sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss fighting with you esp. cause when i fight with you, it shows how much you care. and its damn irritating that we always fight. with the smallest things. and its super merepek if i think back. and i never wanted to lose. i always wanted things my way. i always had things my way. im super sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, im really happy. cause you're happy and you've moved on. i moved on from the whole thing. but when memories like these come overwhelming, it pushes me off track and i would have to start all over again. but im ok overall. i really hope you good luck. and wish you all the best in everything. im gona let you go now cause i think its time. i just wanted you to know how much love i have in me were actually meant for you. but i tink i deserve someone better, and i know i will get someone better. but whatever it was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were not meant to be, but then things just happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything d. =)).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-19521478461963000?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-7423944195457594571.post-4429479403716972921</id><published>2009-08-31T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:36:03.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" you are my sunshine. my only sunshine. you make me happy, when skies are grey. you'll never know dear how much i love you. so please don't take my sunshine away. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had a mini teacher celebration just now. and it was super duper cool.  i didnt get to fast just now cause on mc. hee.. so rezeki babe. makan laa ape yg ade. its percume. so, i was eating sooo much cakes. the parents brought in sooo many cakes la. pandan cake, chocolate cake. swiss roll cake. then got sponge cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and melissa brought in somemore cake. and started to sing songs with the children. i wanted to cry oredi but got some irritating people making me feel like dying. so sedih lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then makan somemore. then got some asshole scold me cause apparently im an irritant to his brother. dunnoe what's wrong with people eh sometimes. haiz.. padehal, i talk to his brother all ok sia. main bowling semue boleh.. babs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. niwaes, i received some bad news that have to do with my image as a teacher. and i am super embarrassed that i don't even know where the hell i'm suppose to put my face. and i had teachers' day ce;ebration someone tau. haiz. kick the habit bitttccchh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k byee,.&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-4429479403716972921?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/4429479403716972921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=4429479403716972921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/4429479403716972921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/4429479403716972921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-are-my-sunshine.html' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-322167769276510526</id><published>2009-08-30T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T07:41:25.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fly fly fly the butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;in the meadow or in the sky.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always sing tht song to my students out of tune. cause im tone deaf.&lt;br /&gt;but hw in the world am i tone deaf if i was in band nearly wht 6 years in my life. danng. surely i must be a horrible player. hahaha. too bad. i miss it though. was watching drum line just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i really cant wait to iftar with my K.G. ( kaki gerek ). makan tmpt coolness dot com. rasarasa food paradise siaaa. tkmu main gile. lepas buke puase, meh main taboo. jgn makan sampai full nnt ketawe sampai muntah ok? hahaha. cant wait cant wait... haha. i really cant wait. tuesday im free. cause its teachers day and im not working. so, i would love to go out. and shop cause its ppppaaayyy dayyyy!!! i need, i want, i desire for a new bag. i mean i love my bag. just that, not all the clothes im gonna wear complements with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shut up kamalina. you sound like like like a slut. you know.. dont talk like that. it, like irks people you know. so, can you like, please like shut up.. like like. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like. dont talk like that man. like you aint got nothing on me bitch, so, you can like go f**k yourself if you like talk to me like tht again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah. chey.. talking like a true black bitch. hahaha. mak peoooww.. k tu minah.&lt;br /&gt;k nk bebual cam minah lak tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tk nk la stop it la pls la. i need to go and sleep cause apparently its like 1038 pm. and i got work tomorrow. and im going to yishun after work to have free dinner. yipppee ya yo. hahha. hopefully i get presents. heee. see ya later alligator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-322167769276510526?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/322167769276510526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=322167769276510526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/322167769276510526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/322167769276510526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/08/fly-fly-fly-butterfly.html' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-456272839928212630</id><published>2009-08-27T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T05:26:59.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;the pieces of my heart are missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god. i cannot believe that i signed on for this. i cannot believe that i am sooo gona sing in front of people a song that i cannot even sing nicely with this voice that makes me sound like a bloody trans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what to do. ok. i think i need to eat ten packets of fisherman's friend, five packets of strepsils and two bottles of cough syrup and my voice will be like celine dion on monday and people will clap for me. yipee ya yooo..!! k. lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. niwaes, i wana play bowling and i wana go for a karaoke session with kaki gerek caaannn? sape rase krng gerek msg aku aite.. kite gelek same2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kamalina. oh please stop it. ok la. i wana go eat medicine, pray isyak and i wanna go sleeeppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubbbbyee =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-456272839928212630?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/456272839928212630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=456272839928212630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/456272839928212630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/456272839928212630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-youre-gone-pieces-of-my-heart-are.html' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-5507017578400931912</id><published>2009-08-25T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:09:06.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have not updated my blog that i swear ( i know shiqa ) there's cobwebs at my blog.. i think they really put it there tau.. mak peoww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went to buke puase at lucky plaza..&lt;br /&gt;" hi my name christina.. 30 lolaaa.. me love you long time."&lt;br /&gt;niwaes, lucky plaza. lucky lucky. eat ayam penyat. sedap... mesti la.. lapar pe.&lt;br /&gt;omg. this is like my only second day that i fast when im working so its kinda hard. last year all i never really fast all and im so ashamed of myself. but its ok. im trying hard to fast and make good deeds for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chhheyyy.&lt;br /&gt;i wana update about happy things first then the sad thing k?&lt;br /&gt;im not being rude tau.. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes, when you're about to sleep at about 11.40, you won't expect such a lame call by yours truly, retarded friend ( RF )...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RF - (unknown number) eh hello.&lt;br /&gt;me - hi.. who's this?&lt;br /&gt;RF - kenal tak nie sape?&lt;br /&gt;me - tak.. ehh sape sey nie?&lt;br /&gt;RF - ala.. kau kenal la.&lt;br /&gt;me - hafiz kan nie&lt;br /&gt;RF - tak la&lt;br /&gt;me - abeh hadi eh? ( cause both sound alike -__- )&lt;br /&gt;RF - tak la.&lt;br /&gt;me - abeh nie hafiz kn, betul la.. kau tkmu main gile ngn aku fiz.&lt;br /&gt;RF - nie bukan hafiz. nie hafiz berg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i was like diaaaammm ar fizz... sumpah berg tu tk perlu sia. abg adik due2 cacat nk mampus. hahaha. tapi tkpe eh. kaki gerek. bleh tahan.. chey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.. hopefully today i get to meet shahruddin cause most probably im going to buke by myself.. wah lao. sadness or what.. and now my cat like wana step cute in front of me i dont know why. padehal die mcm setan in disguise cause i think my cat thinks my hand is a chewing fish. jadi die mcm mengeram. gigit2 tangan aku sampai berdarah.. mind you, its bloody vicious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes, next week there's teachers day celebration at yishun occ. im superbly excited as its a dinner and we can go karaoke. hopefully not in front of the whole ntuc teachers ehh. sumpah mcm paiseh ehh. aku mcm anything go whatt whatt.hahah.. yey. and then iftar with my friends the next day and on the same week on friday. eating pizza hut. what what...&lt;br /&gt;you got served. diam na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need money.. can? i want money.i'l get my pay only next week sia.. danng. nehmind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes, i msg eugene this morning. " hey i dreamt about you yesterday "&lt;br /&gt;and he replied me back " omg u too cos last night i dreamt we were dancing "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahaha. talk about grinding lessons. hahah. =))). k inside joke inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. all jokes aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know how you feel taking care of someone most of your life. and for her to pass on like that. its such a sudden change. i know its hard to lose someone esp when you're that close to her. but all these are part and parcel of life. i know its very hard letting go and for you to get over this, cause for me even after nearly a year, im not over this. but we have to learn how to let go and when we do, we realise that they are off to a happier place. no more suffering. hope you all the best and whenever you need someone to talk to, im here for you aite..&lt;br /&gt;=)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really sorry for your family's loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-5507017578400931912?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/5507017578400931912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=5507017578400931912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/5507017578400931912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/5507017578400931912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;and work's being a biatch.&lt;br /&gt;so are so people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i got a new computer.&lt;br /&gt;its so pretty i would love to sleep with it.&lt;br /&gt;but then, my mother, ( so wanna step cool ) got facebook and obssessed.&lt;br /&gt;even send one of my students' parent a picture thru facebook.&lt;br /&gt;cheyy. mentang2 cool or what.&lt;br /&gt;and then, hog on to the computer 24 hours a day,&lt;br /&gt;pls la ehh. give us some time man man.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes, i wanna go swimming again at the carribean.&lt;br /&gt;cause its like the coolest place ever.!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;later at the end of the year got party eh eh.&lt;br /&gt;no problem babe.&lt;br /&gt;=))))&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes. now is like 7.44 am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;kamalina officially have become a person who always wakes up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;and i sleep in the wee hours of the night.&lt;br /&gt;hw how?&lt;br /&gt;and i got an eng course to go later on.&lt;br /&gt;and i got first aid course.&lt;br /&gt;weeee.&lt;br /&gt;k bubbyeee,,&lt;br /&gt;=))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im ur biggest fan, i'll follow you until you love me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-__-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stalker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-850513411847753884?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/850513411847753884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=850513411847753884' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;and then, one student was on the slide.&lt;br /&gt;as she slide down, she exclaimed, " WEEEEE!".&lt;br /&gt;and i rmbrd when i went to the zoo and hadi was laughing like a mad cow because there was this girl who did exactly the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at food culture at tampines.&lt;br /&gt;and then i was eating curry chicken rice.&lt;br /&gt;and i rmrd hadi saying that whenever i eat, it looks so comot and selekeh. he would smile and look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;and i rmbrd playing this stupid alphabet game which you have to name all the movie starting with one letter of the alphabet with hadi. and he was kissing me like it was kadir's bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear these small memories will be the death of me. i need it out of my head. i need him out of my head desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone who has a handsome guy who has a motorbike for a friend, please do call me. i wont use him as a rebound. i would love him and cherish as i would do anyone. =))).&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. kekek ke ape kamalina. aku nk kena tidur rumah nenek aku. and the weekdays are over. i'm super sad as there's nothing to keep me occupied while an asshole is here running through my head. weekends are the worst cause i'm always out. with him all the time. now, not anymore.. wooopedooo. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ok. it's ok. i will go meet nurul and shiqa. and eugene which i miss dearly.&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( anyway. just now i was teaching a class. and they were all so jakon when i put blue paint and yellow paint together. apparently, blue and yellow doesn't make green. blue and yellow issss.&lt;br /&gt;blue and yellow. great job nursery ones... hahaha. kamalina babi. k byeee )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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mood'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-3639972190592201445</id><published>2009-06-03T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T03:28:14.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and i will fix you ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you try your best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but you don't succeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you get what you want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but not what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you feel so tired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but you can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you lose something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you can't replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you love someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but it goes to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;/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="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wokaes. i am at clinic h at room 7. yes. i am at sgh. haha. waiting for siti. cause we wanna go shopping for a while at tampines. cause apparently got sundresses for $9.90. are you sure..? biase ar job scope pe. hahaha.&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w0kaes.. there's this guy and my friend was talking cornily la.&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;guy - ouh you're a childcare teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;girl - yeah. and you're a interior designer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;guy - yerp2. ok ar. later i got children i send to your childcare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;girl - and later i got house, you can design for me my room&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="color:#ff6600;"&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="color:#ff6600;"&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;k. kekek ke pe. abeh kamalina. biase la aku nie kn mcm nasi tambah, aku pun kena, mesti nye cakap benda ar. so i said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;" ouh jadi kalau aku bebual ngn doctor aku kena ckp " if i'm having fever, i gota send myself to you ( winks )"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;eh lame ke ape kamalina..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hahahaha...&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;teacher ina teacher ina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;haha. never get sick of it everyday.. best nye jadi cikgu. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i wnted to take up drum lessons tau. abeh, i was asking my mum whether i can or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;she said cannot cause drums memanggil setan. and tht recorder also panggil setan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;omg. how kekek my mum can. nurul was laughing till she cried sia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i miss nurul and shiqa. alot alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;=((.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;im damn bored la. i don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i said to ridwan, (4a5a) how to take up rock climbing. abeh die ckp yg mahal. and its not a suitable choice. ehhhh sedih ke ape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;what's with me and random things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i went out with raimi on sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you know how random tht can be. i mean whenever i go out with people kn, tk pernah terserampak ngn tht much people ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i saw fathuddin , mr nat tan and i dunnoe ar who else. but so funny tht day must meet alot of people. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hafiz, thinks i'm ego. ok tell me again. to regret my decision and then crying every single night while hadi's out and having fun. and thinking about him 99.9% every time. and even when i'm dreaming, he doesn't escape from my thoughts. i don't think i'm being ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;just because i dun answer his calls, or msgs. or don't bother about how he's doing. tht doesn't make me ego. i gave everything up to him. tht doesn't make me ego. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nope. i am not going to let this affect my life. i can still go through this. for two years and 8 months. i think i can get past this.. no. i CAN get past this. cause i'm way stronger than any thing. i don't need this to make me change. i can still be happy. and laugh and be crazy. cause i am kamalina. if all my friends were to leave me and i'm being sacked or what, i still have my mother and family. so, i will think that this is nothing. i can past this like whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now, i'm ego.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-__-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;chey. go ahead and tell everyone that i'm a motivational speaker. haha. confirm you all can let go of your worst past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;call me. teacher ina. the cutest but most moving motivational speaker alive... yipppee yaa yyoo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;k aku mepek,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sumpah aku tk kelakar sey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i cannot make jokes anymore . shit. nehmind later i practise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mak peowww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i dont tink that's the correct spelling. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;k bye. =)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-3639972190592201445?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/3639972190592201445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=3639972190592201445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/3639972190592201445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/3639972190592201445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-i-will-fix-you.html' title='and i will fix you ;'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-7975531874201885260</id><published>2009-05-29T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:18:58.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the trips i had ;</title><content type='html'>at last i went to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;it was super duper fun.&lt;br /&gt;but super duper hot.&lt;br /&gt;i was sweating like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;i went there like so early in the morning but we managed to complete the whole zoo track in less than 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched seventeen again and also night at the museum.&lt;br /&gt;i went to twice 0.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;its super scary.&lt;br /&gt;the place smelled awful.&lt;br /&gt;and there was thousands of fights.&lt;br /&gt;and i nearly got hit by one of them.&lt;br /&gt;buttt,&lt;br /&gt;got no pictures.&lt;br /&gt;haiizzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes, im not in a fight.&lt;br /&gt;but then, i made a stupid decision and now im not best friends with hadi anymore.&lt;br /&gt;its finally over after two years.&lt;br /&gt;i mean.&lt;br /&gt;its dah abis.&lt;br /&gt;i always said to myself, whenever we fight or we're not happy for a period of time;&lt;br /&gt;we just need space and then hadi will come back.&lt;br /&gt;but now, he's not here.&lt;br /&gt;not here, fighting for us.&lt;br /&gt;even though i decided tht its like the end.&lt;br /&gt;im utterly upset cause i still thought he would come back and we'll still continue the same.&lt;br /&gt;the same fun, the same laughter, the same turnmoil again and again.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with him and nothing can make me so safe as much as he did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-7975531874201885260?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/7975531874201885260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=7975531874201885260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/7975531874201885260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/7975531874201885260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/05/trips-i-had.html' title='the trips i had ;'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-2455494210564967077</id><published>2009-04-30T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:39:28.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in a mess ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/SfputA-pdeI/AAAAAAAAABU/ab9319jTqeE/s1600-h/Photo137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330694828582335970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/SfputA-pdeI/AAAAAAAAABU/ab9319jTqeE/s320/Photo137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello. and today is labour day. i should be out and getting back my social life that i have lost since i've started working full time.and it sucks tht my pay is little cause of the mc's i took when i got sick. to think back, the time i was sick, i got even sicker cause of hadi ar. make my life miserable. hmmph..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouh yeah. today is labour day. and im super sad cause shiqa's working and hadi's going out with his friends. and tomorrow im going out with mine. so sunday then i'll be miting him. and we're going to watch x-men origins. or whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;niwaes, im super excited for my friend's wedding. we're gona find dresses to wear to go for it. and kite akan naik taxi. cause hannah, siti, aunty eng and me very lazy people. meet the rest at farrer park mrt station. the wedding is at civil service club. cooolness or what la i tell you. all the aunty semue pergi seyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im so penat la. gonna go back to sleep since i got nothing to do anymore. -__-. bbbyeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-2455494210564967077?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/2455494210564967077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=2455494210564967077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/2455494210564967077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/2455494210564967077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-mess.html' title='in a mess ;'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/SfputA-pdeI/AAAAAAAAABU/ab9319jTqeE/s72-c/Photo137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423944195457594571.post-4373339618758199254</id><published>2009-04-28T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:09:05.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" just do me ONE favour na. trust me. that's all i ask"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yerp2.. guess trusting you whole-heartedly causes big big fights and tears and stupid decisionsss...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;welll.. whatever. just make do with whatever we have left now. 2 more months and done. over. zilch. nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;free at last babyyy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're free from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm free from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess it's what we've always wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just not brave enough to do so after more than two years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nyehhhehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wokaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soo maay is like this friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the month is super packed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;april was the shittss...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like i like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got alot of things happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very big fight with family ( duwanna tok about it )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i passed my practicum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the two more dreaded tests since i joined the pre-schooling teaching line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im done and over with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm left to wait for my results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ouh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i took the spore flyer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which was super nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but slow la. there was this picture we took and my face like cramped up. nak step takut. tapi jadi buruk. jadi tk nk upload la. buat paiseh aje kn kn. hahaha. hadi nye mate like wana pop out. hahaha. kekek or wht. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329757889935682242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/SfcakAhzqsI/AAAAAAAAABM/dSGkqWhY_KY/s320/IMG_8870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so yerp2. may got alot of things. im going to zoo you know you know. i wana have movie marathon jugak. 3 movies all in a day.. ikut jejak kakak aku jugak lerrr. then i got a wedding to go. and najib is having a bbq pit for his b'day. can't wait to go. and the last but not least. i got a staff retreat. so, the whole childcare is closed for a day cause we all wana take a break. and pls pls pls guess where the LITTLE SKOOL HOUSE is going for our retreat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pls look at the word retreat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it means resting or having fun in a relaxed way. but apparently we are going to go dragon boating. hahahahaha.coolness or wht. hahaha. i hope on the hill will win. nyehehe. tadi little skool house appear in the news. then kamalina excited.. baik. dah jiwang LSH nmpk.. mak peooow....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok. cant wait for zoo. hadi's allergic to fur. ( lame excuse to not got zoo -__- i dont care. you promised oredi/.. )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-4373339618758199254?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/4373339618758199254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=4373339618758199254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/4373339618758199254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/4373339618758199254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-do-me-one-favour-na.html' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/SfcakAhzqsI/AAAAAAAAABM/dSGkqWhY_KY/s72-c/IMG_8870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423944195457594571.post-3091745135282218758</id><published>2009-04-05T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T07:33:36.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hello..;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hhhhhiiiiii!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im a happy goober.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy happy happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so happy today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i totally forgot that im suppose to be sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause iba went to china today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sumpah sedih the way i had to send her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alamak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one week man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and some more got holiday this friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who wana go jogging with me and motivate me to not cry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;takpe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sudah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;di tmpt yg kamu berade skrng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sungguh bnyk sangt khinzir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mcm kau jugak..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi takpe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku tetap syg kau eh bb..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wokaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today im happy cause i rmbred all of my memories back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when everything was so happy and gay when i was with yanhadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of all things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously. i think that being with him last time, was kinda gerek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i made alot of friends ( at the same time enemies too )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like afiq, opek, ramdhan and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there were alot of lepak sessions with them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aaaannd sumpah kaki gerek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esp with afiq.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so at the airport just now, i saw afiq and ramdhan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the memories came back and i didnt feel sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but damn happy cause i rmbr back all and just how happy and gay things were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not saying tht now things are not gay, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just tht i think some people agree that they get stressed up just by thinking of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im too much of a burden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fine have your own personal space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you win baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im fine with anything.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im damn packed in april.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have 3 birthdays, one wedding, 3 exams and one night out filled with fucked up fun things..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gota get it done and over with and may will be here soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4a5a outing will be on 9th may..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if noone's coming, shiqa and me will still be going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;win-win situasi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok. since i wont be updating until like two more weeks or so, lemme do the b'day update shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321210322082440850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/Sdi8mE7dppI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8lyhMavCZFw/s320/kau+sore+loser.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy 20th b'day hadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just wana say that even though this decision was made on a rather rough note, i hope that we won't ever lose contact. i know we won't be close anymore and be meeting often, but good things are bound to happen. i wish you good luck with life and also the best in everything. please do take care of yourself and your family. i won't ever forget you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321211747245196914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/Sdi95CEvhnI/AAAAAAAAABE/wuusuv_GBYc/s320/DSC02679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy 19th b'day shiqa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg you're so old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, i know everytime last time, everyone would ask me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" ehh hiii.. mane shiqa"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or everyone would ask you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" ehh hiii.. mane kamalina"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its because i spend most of my time with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i spend more time with you than hadi, work or family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss all of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i swear just because that now, i don't have time for you doesn't mean i don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're still my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the bestest one, just like nurul faradella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the two friends who i can't live without.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or the two friends who made me who i am today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shape me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and support me through all thick or thin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's your 19th b'day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all i wish for you is your happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; whatever your decisions are, i'm here as your friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to suport you, advise you and console you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as long as it makes you happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy b'day.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;k byee people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wait for my next stupid dupid postttttttit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-3091745135282218758?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/3091745135282218758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=3091745135282218758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/3091745135282218758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/3091745135282218758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-hello.html' title='oh hello..;'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/Sdi8mE7dppI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8lyhMavCZFw/s72-c/kau+sore+loser.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423944195457594571.post-1591011200084840845</id><published>2009-03-29T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:23:45.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>come on;</title><content type='html'>i dont know what im doing with my life.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need help.&lt;br /&gt;not for my mental health.&lt;br /&gt;duh.&lt;br /&gt;im not crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-1591011200084840845?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/1591011200084840845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=1591011200084840845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/1591011200084840845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/1591011200084840845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/03/come-on.html' title='come on;'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-3332538524821955559</id><published>2009-03-18T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:26:45.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and so i've heard ;</title><content type='html'>that i do not even have time for myself.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;i do.&lt;br /&gt;just no time for the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all because of the open house dok.&lt;br /&gt;this saturday.&lt;br /&gt;abeh lps tu aku free.&lt;br /&gt;free from everything.&lt;br /&gt;RIGHHHT.&lt;br /&gt;no la. of course not.&lt;br /&gt;aku ade practicum lagi.&lt;br /&gt;like sialll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooahh lek ar babe.&lt;br /&gt;niwaes, in class, when i'm suppose to be studying,&lt;br /&gt;i'm having religious motivational talk with one of my classmate.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i really feel motivated to sembahyang, cause i realise that aku nie berdosa keziliion times..&lt;br /&gt;like alot alot.&lt;br /&gt;what in the world?&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine tht if you have a matair for two years...&lt;br /&gt;two bloody years...&lt;br /&gt;and you never sentuh one another before.&lt;br /&gt;sentuh tau..&lt;br /&gt;i swear tht takes a lot of strength.&lt;br /&gt;haiiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la.&lt;br /&gt;aku nie gile babi random ehh.&lt;br /&gt;org update pasl dirng peh life.&lt;br /&gt;what they do and all,&lt;br /&gt;aku talk about nk taubat.&lt;br /&gt;ala.. in a way or another, still i'm like telling you all what i feel mah.&lt;br /&gt;ehhh, diam ar kama.&lt;br /&gt;aku nie cam ckp gitu.&lt;br /&gt;stepping org nk bace je blog kau.&lt;br /&gt;lek suaaa.&lt;br /&gt;niwaes, i wanna make a bbq for 4a5a this may la.&lt;br /&gt;so cool eh.&lt;br /&gt;=)))&lt;br /&gt;k bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-3332538524821955559?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/3332538524821955559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=3332538524821955559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/3332538524821955559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/3332538524821955559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-so-ive-heard_18.html' title='and so i&apos;ve heard ;'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-1503502376401612921</id><published>2009-03-18T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:20:10.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and so i've heard ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-1503502376401612921?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-7423944195457594571.post-256666079570436455</id><published>2009-03-12T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T06:46:23.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ouh damn ;</title><content type='html'>wokaes.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so irritated with work.&lt;br /&gt;i really had a bad day at work.&lt;br /&gt;like really really bad day.&lt;br /&gt;i got freaked up and i broke down.&lt;br /&gt;like in front of people.&lt;br /&gt;and luckily he came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said,&lt;br /&gt;" omg. you look so kekek when you cry. like baby sia na. gembeng"&lt;br /&gt;ok thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my pictures are developing already.&lt;br /&gt;yummy yummy.&lt;br /&gt;wanna eat ljs tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;at penin.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and he gotta collect my pictures tomorrow at bedok.&lt;br /&gt;mit me at outram, and send me to penin.&lt;br /&gt;how ridiculously leceh can i be?&lt;br /&gt;im so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. aku mmg bodoh&lt;br /&gt;k bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-256666079570436455?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/256666079570436455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=256666079570436455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/256666079570436455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/256666079570436455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/03/ouh-damn.html' title='ouh damn ;'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-4867279478504266991</id><published>2009-03-04T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T06:59:16.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>woooweee</title><content type='html'>wokaes..&lt;br /&gt;i like setting up my own classroom.&lt;br /&gt;cause whenever i come in the pretty classroom done up with all my hard work,&lt;br /&gt;i feel super satisfied with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not the same like when last time, in primary and in secondary school,&lt;br /&gt;to set up boards and all.&lt;br /&gt;now, its totally all on me.&lt;br /&gt;i have to create ways to be imaginative and also i need to stimulate my children's interest.&lt;br /&gt;this age is very crucial as they are beginning to explore.&lt;br /&gt;so more to hands-on, creative thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;tht was so teacher ina talking..&lt;br /&gt;seriously, don't go with me right.&lt;br /&gt;but nobody knows how i am in LSH-SGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;sumpah aku ngh ade sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;and its like suare aku jantan.&lt;br /&gt;ehhh. tk kelakar siul org buat suare aku bahan ketawe.&lt;br /&gt;kau ade sore throat, aku throw party sia kt muke kau.&lt;br /&gt;kau rase ape?&lt;br /&gt;mentang2 aku diam2 sendiri, say nola nola in a nice manner,&lt;br /&gt;don't take advantage ar.&lt;br /&gt;aku tumbuk muke kau baru tau ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;wokaes. and im supposedly asleep by now, but then i gota charge my mp3.&lt;br /&gt;dah nk flat.&lt;br /&gt;booohooohooo.&lt;br /&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;besok kuar ngn ber since next week he going in to ns.&lt;br /&gt;super duper sedih ar masuk ns.&lt;br /&gt;no more nice hair ber.&lt;br /&gt;abeh dah tkde org nk lepak ngn.&lt;br /&gt;acap semue cam ne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;bodoh ar betul.&lt;br /&gt;niwaes. i swear i can't wait for this sunday.&lt;br /&gt;yiiiippppeeeeyaaaa yooo.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;and watching my bloody valentine after tht.&lt;br /&gt;coolness or wht.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully no conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;later gota think of resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;shut up kamalina.&lt;br /&gt;k. diam ar.&lt;br /&gt;kau ar diam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbbbyeeee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiqa, nurul, iba.&lt;br /&gt;i am damn sorry that work is being a bitch to me.&lt;br /&gt;no time for anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-4867279478504266991?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/4867279478504266991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=4867279478504266991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/4867279478504266991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/4867279478504266991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/03/woooweee.html' title='woooweee'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-8999561147831603181</id><published>2009-02-21T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:40:53.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a step up ;</title><content type='html'>can you pls trust me?&lt;br /&gt;pls.&lt;br /&gt;i just need you to trust me, and even if you cant, try your very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i tink the world of you.&lt;br /&gt;even if i dont msg you or call you.&lt;br /&gt;im not destroying anything.&lt;br /&gt;our relationship. or whatever in the hell we are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i cant stand you making the most ridiculous assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;it pisses the heck out of me and i cant say anything just you wont be believing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 yrs and 4 months i get shit from you but still im here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you're oredi like giving up in less than one month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saying that if im lying to you, dont wish for anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how much have you screwed up last time?&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/7423944195457594571-8999561147831603181?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-7423944195457594571.post-7190669973187552251</id><published>2009-02-15T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T07:19:19.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and here goes another five days ;</title><content type='html'>i went out just now.&lt;br /&gt;to s'pore flyer.&lt;br /&gt;no la.. didn't went on the spore flyer.&lt;br /&gt;went there to lepak and get some.&lt;br /&gt;get some ape seyy.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. wokaes. sumpah tk kelakar.&lt;br /&gt;niwaes, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;got rainforest down there.&lt;br /&gt;and can feed the fish..&lt;br /&gt;one dollar aje.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to feed the fish.&lt;br /&gt;abeh later later later.&lt;br /&gt;smpai skrng tk dapt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to me its nice if someone were to accept my flaws.&lt;br /&gt;however comot, selekeh or berselerak i am.&lt;br /&gt;how messy.&lt;br /&gt;how i dress comfortably rather than how i look.&lt;br /&gt;how i don't really mind how my hair is all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;or when im eating doughnut or drinking mocha frap and everything's all over my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care and i would want someone to be able to fall in love with my flaws.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm.. nicely said.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;diam ar kama.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just now saw kaisheng.&lt;br /&gt;funny funny.&lt;br /&gt;tk bebuaal bnyk sngt ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la.&lt;br /&gt;i got a lot of things to blog about but then my dad watching football then got no mood.&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-7190669973187552251?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-7423944195457594571.post-2350566102823959056</id><published>2009-02-14T08:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:53:52.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when did my heart go missing ;</title><content type='html'>everything that was right, is now wrong.&lt;br /&gt;everything that was good, is now bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when did my heart go missing?&lt;br /&gt;its like you're blaming me. all of it is pushed on me.&lt;br /&gt;reverse psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to say. but everything is said to make things better. trying to pick a fight. then making it all ok. picking up from where we left off. but we're trying all over again from the starting point. i'm tired of wanting to believe you but i've tried so hard to push everything you said; not wanting to keep my hopes up to high. now you said you've changed. but it seems like everythings the same. you're not trying hard enough for me. am i even worthy? was what you said to me just to make me forgive you? to make me stay? to make me not leave you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why it doesn't stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-2350566102823959056?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/2350566102823959056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=2350566102823959056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/2350566102823959056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/2350566102823959056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-did-my-heart-go-missing.html' title='when did my heart go missing ;'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-8228560360849848131</id><published>2009-02-08T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:11:12.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>same same ;</title><content type='html'>ok.&lt;br /&gt;so today is sunday.&lt;br /&gt;yerp2.&lt;br /&gt;so i had a nice time yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;spending time with my sister and my family.&lt;br /&gt;sooooo, thought of miting hadi today.&lt;br /&gt;but then, he didnt call so i went swimming at noon's place wif shiqa...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. it was super fun.&lt;br /&gt;i swear.&lt;br /&gt;cause it's them and it's been long since i had a good laugh with company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh yeah..&lt;br /&gt;b4 going to noon's place, i went to ochacha and mrs hau was there.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i miss her and carrie and siew leng alsooo...&lt;br /&gt;it was super weird but its all good.&lt;br /&gt;i hope the next time i go ochacha, siew leng won't kill me or something.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.&lt;br /&gt;i need to meet nurul faradella and iba now..&lt;br /&gt;i swear.&lt;br /&gt;i miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;i spend so much time at work/school that i dream about them.&lt;br /&gt;its super irritating.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't stand it. not that dreaming about you guys are irritating.&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. this saturday and sunday, i'm gonna enjoy till the sun goes down.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T CARE.&lt;br /&gt;i have absolutely no time for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;so, i really need to put aside weekends for friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i swear this feels like ns for me.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;im in a middle of a fight with hadi right now.&lt;br /&gt;so, im waiting for a call so that i can finish it up.&lt;br /&gt;i was like tht pompan gile kt youtube yg pekik2 and nangis2 kt dlm train.&lt;br /&gt;just that i was 3 and a half levels down by her.&lt;br /&gt;but i was still making a scene ar.&lt;br /&gt;paiseh tu paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, during the time of the month, i should make space for anger management classes.&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but luckily i'm not that type of people who have to vent it out physically.&lt;br /&gt;klau tk, aku rase 20 org dah kene rembat and masuk hospital.&lt;br /&gt;k lame ar kama.&lt;br /&gt;diam leh tk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tk bleh.&lt;br /&gt;asl ehh.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha......&lt;br /&gt;k bye laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;you're annoyed and so am i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;you're annoying me and so am i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;don't get me wrong. im not assuming anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i just think that you should try harder to prove me wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;all the accusations i have of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;bebual tak gune, tembak tk kene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(  i've just experienced a loss. my grandfather.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know you. in primary school i only knew your name and your face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know who your friends were. and what your cca was. i would smile and so would you klau terserempak.  reading the news. it came like a big shock. you're still 19. you didnt even have your 20th b'day yet. you had a life. there were people still looking out for you. there's still friends who just wanted to call you and ask you out during the next few days. but you're gone. and by accident. this proves that life is super short. i can't take it. when my datuk passed away, it was his time. he was old. it was better than suffering more. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what were your last thoughts when you were falling. i swear i can't imagine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aku akan sedekah kan al-fatehah untuk Yasmeen.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-8228560360849848131?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/8228560360849848131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=8228560360849848131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/8228560360849848131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/8228560360849848131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/02/same-same.html' title='same same ;'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-5019965414926930985</id><published>2009-02-07T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T07:21:39.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku gile laa ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;helllo..woooohoo. today is saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 days of working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super tired ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i finally set up my classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;havent completely finish the final touches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just need the kids to do some art work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouh yeahhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and also some drama stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wokaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i watched bride wars just now with my sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super kekek la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" you suck it "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i suddenly thought of iba, shiqa and nurul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i were to have the same wedding, i swear i won't fight until like tht seyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so wasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha. check2, last2 dapt anak same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cool ke ape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;confirm mcm psychic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;niwaes, hari tu, i terserempak with adilah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my primary school friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had a great time talking to her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and catching up with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss her and all the rest of the haig girls' people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esp adilah and lina la. hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouh yeah. talking about catching up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next two weeks, the ashadelliqah is meeting up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't wait..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got to meet iba alot oredi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soo happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehhee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wokaes. i need to break some bad news to you iba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you read this, don't panic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku rase, kau akan marah aku je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi sumpah bukan salah aku..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=(((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;k.. sumpah aku takut nk call kau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ehhh.. niari kn sat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ckp nk jumpe niari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahhaa. cacat....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k byee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see u ltr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i waited 2 yrs and 4 months for this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300075204842173522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/SY2mUVt5NFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AX_wvfsLdkM/s320/jaja2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-5019965414926930985?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/5019965414926930985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=5019965414926930985' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423944195457594571.post-1303891583142454868</id><published>2009-02-05T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T06:20:41.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont need you ;</title><content type='html'>how could you ever think that i don't need you?&lt;br /&gt;how could you ever think that i don't want to meet you?&lt;br /&gt;how could you ever think that i don't wana be with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're my best friend. i tink the world of you. something like this would likely happen again. we can't stop it nor keep on fighting. pls.. let's just stop it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-1303891583142454868?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-7423944195457594571.post-1238328219459367548</id><published>2009-01-29T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T06:25:30.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>roger roger ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/SYG73omcDjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TdLkUv_ZmVs/s1600-h/IMG_2492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296721201230253618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/SYG73omcDjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TdLkUv_ZmVs/s320/IMG_2492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouh my god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear. being a teacher is hard word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. actually nothing is hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just having to repeat everything again and again and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and trying to get their attention every single second..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i think about whenever i dont listen to my teachers when i was in sec sch, aku mcm sympathize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then again, i was a good student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, no complains on my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wakakakaka. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku penat la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nk tido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;niwaes, just now i was praying in my tok's bilik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i suddenly miss him so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super duper much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i went to look for the baju that he wore in the dream that i saw him in/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss him super super duper much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok byeee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i grow old, i dontwant to fight with my husband the way my parents fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would like to fight my husband the way i fight with hadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pasl kekek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later i wana see how hadi fight with his wife..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sumpah akan kekek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-1238328219459367548?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/1238328219459367548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=1238328219459367548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/1238328219459367548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/1238328219459367548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/01/roger-roger.html' title='roger roger ;'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/SYG73omcDjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TdLkUv_ZmVs/s72-c/IMG_2492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423944195457594571.post-1311815235163714722</id><published>2009-01-25T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T09:21:53.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>son of a gun ;</title><content type='html'>wokaes. today is kind of a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;met hadi.&lt;br /&gt;but then kn, today his turn to vent his anger on me.&lt;br /&gt;( usually i would be the one, ALWAYS,  venting my anger on him cause i pms badly )&lt;br /&gt;yeahh. so when i met up with him, he was like marah2 aku over small matters.&lt;br /&gt;and i was super pissed off ar.&lt;br /&gt;then he pissed off. i pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;tapi kamalina.. being the normal kamalina.&lt;br /&gt;mane la nak kalah.&lt;br /&gt;esp against hadi.&lt;br /&gt;jadi die jugak yg terpakse mengalah.&lt;br /&gt;tapi during the process, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;it was funny. cause we both were like shouting at each other.&lt;br /&gt;in front of telok kurau pri.&lt;br /&gt;yeahhh. kite ngh jalan.&lt;br /&gt;and shouting at each other.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;k. irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh yeahh. i got a job oredi. at LSH.&lt;br /&gt;the little skool house&lt;br /&gt;im the form teacher of nursery 2.&lt;br /&gt;and the kids are to die for.&lt;br /&gt;in both ways.&lt;br /&gt;cause they're super cute and sumpah tk-nk-dngr-ape-cikgu-ckp.&lt;br /&gt;its tiring having to repeat whatever i say at least 10 times in 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;k.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm super bored. but i dont know what else to say insdie this blog. wokaes.&lt;br /&gt;i miss iba. like super duper much.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i havent been miting her nor talking to her properly.&lt;br /&gt;its super irritating.&lt;br /&gt;cause i wanna mit her badly.&lt;br /&gt;and to think that i freaking leave two blocks away from her.&lt;br /&gt;its like our schedule lain lain smcm ar.&lt;br /&gt;sat and sun she working.&lt;br /&gt;im working on weekdays. and wed and fri im schooling too.&lt;br /&gt;how how..&lt;br /&gt;i'll be super shagged reach friday night.&lt;br /&gt;damn it laaa.&lt;br /&gt;nehmind. i will tell her to mit me at my house on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;i will see you then&lt;br /&gt;=))))&lt;br /&gt;aku sumpah rindu kau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes, i need to make plans.&lt;br /&gt;whenever i mit hadi.&lt;br /&gt;like lesson plans.&lt;br /&gt;-___-&lt;br /&gt;k lame.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;one of the days in feb&lt;br /&gt;( sumpah dah siang2 dah inform eh)&lt;br /&gt;i wana go town with him.&lt;br /&gt;after i finish work.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then, i wana go zoo alsooo..&lt;br /&gt;yeahhh. can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;woooowwweee..&lt;br /&gt;and also sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;and jurong bird park.&lt;br /&gt;and also cycling at ecp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sumpah tk bleh depend on him alot.&lt;br /&gt;walaupun die best friend aku, i gota accept it that he is going for ns.&lt;br /&gt;and its worst.&lt;br /&gt;far more worst cause he is not be able to talk to me at night.&lt;br /&gt;and sat, sun. both days i cant mit him.&lt;br /&gt;cause he got family friends and more friends that he gota spend time with.&lt;br /&gt;and im just kt tepi.&lt;br /&gt;and its less than a year that he's going to ns tau.&lt;br /&gt;im like gonna be super duper sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. aku tk nk bebual pasl nie nnt aku sedih.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;aite. i wana go sleep since, he's still not calling me.&lt;br /&gt;probably talking to some girls.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;byeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy I never knew I could feel they way I felt, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when I met you I could never forget you and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boy when you look my way I realize more &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and more I adore your pretty eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7423944195457594571.post-2787024535304236894</id><published>2009-01-24T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:15:22.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i won't follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Put your iTunes on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW OUTRAGEOUS IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 friends who might enjoy doing the game as well as the person you got the note from.&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;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont wake me up - hush sounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stay together for the kids - blink 182 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my boo - alicia and usher. ape merepek niee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;freakum dress - beyonce k sumpah lame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't let you go - fabolous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;gold digger - kanye west.... hahahahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;chocolate - kylie minogue ( hmmm sedap pe.. haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deja vu - beyonce hmmm ye la tu( deja vu kebabai)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BESTFRIEND?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21 questions - 50 cent -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby i'm yours - arctic monkeys  chey chey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do you only wanna dance - mya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;ex-girlfriend - no doubt.. ahh ye la.. jadi la aku ex je&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;american boy - kanye west and estelle hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;if i were you - hoobastank &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;run the show - kat deluna hahahaha power dok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its too late - evermore ft dirty south hahhahaha. lagu trance eh padehal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fix you - coldplay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;phlow-a-tech - phat family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;ring the alarm - beyonce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leave before the lights come on - arctic monkeys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;give it to me - timbaland hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;rock ya body mic check 1,2 - stagga lee hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking of you - test your reflex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;rompe - daddy yankee hahahaha ape nie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;a little more for little you - the hives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;what i've been looking for - high school musical. k lagu tk perlu eh dlm mp3. hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;luxurious - gwen stefani hmmm tk bleh pe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shake - ying yang twins and pitbull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;i won't follow - test your reflex&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;haha. k i wont tag anyone. hahah. k byee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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tok.&lt;br /&gt;k byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-6609067642055573484?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/6609067642055573484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=6609067642055573484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/6609067642055573484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/6609067642055573484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/01/abeh-kau-gile.html' title='abeh kau gile ;'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/SXYJgsWYuCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BObaHUWIosk/s72-c/tok%26us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423944195457594571.post-6141829751532976893</id><published>2009-01-18T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T05:23:04.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>best friends ;</title><content type='html'>i have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;to say, to comment.&lt;br /&gt;absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;but there's so much that i'm thinkin about right now, that it hurts my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what are we.&lt;br /&gt;it seems so right, but at the same time wrong.&lt;br /&gt;it seems that i have all the right, but at the same time i don't.&lt;br /&gt;it seems nothing's out of place, but everything's so awkward.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like a fantasy, but its complete reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, please dont run away. i'll stay. we won't lose each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-6141829751532976893?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/6141829751532976893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=6141829751532976893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/6141829751532976893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/6141829751532976893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-friends.html' title='best friends ;'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-1131793862201620</id><published>2009-01-15T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:17:43.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>midnight ;</title><content type='html'>memories. all alone in the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;have the sound lost its memory.&lt;br /&gt;it is smiling alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~lalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mampus.&lt;br /&gt;im watching cite&lt;br /&gt;" dude, where's my car"&lt;br /&gt;its super duper funny.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand it siaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;k. sumpah kekek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i gota finish up this essay.&lt;br /&gt;and i gota finish it up now.&lt;br /&gt;and i gota go out at 3.&lt;br /&gt;and i gota go die and kill myself horribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaaah.&lt;br /&gt;k bye/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-1131793862201620?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/1131793862201620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>jalan bersama ku ;</title><content type='html'>ok. aku irritated.&lt;br /&gt;computer aku sedang bergile.&lt;br /&gt;jadi aku ngh geram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.&lt;br /&gt;so my blog ugly ar. and my face busuk.&lt;br /&gt;but i like.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;nice kn kn?&lt;br /&gt;biar la aku ckp cantik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.&lt;br /&gt;i need to do a song.&lt;br /&gt;and then im off to school.&lt;br /&gt;yippeee ya yo.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow need to go marina&lt;br /&gt;and saturday going to sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;yeyness..&lt;br /&gt;sape2 nk pegi, blang ye?&lt;br /&gt;ikut je.&lt;br /&gt;tkmu malu2.&lt;br /&gt;k byeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-2941894972312526722?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-7423944195457594571.post-2046827473505727124</id><published>2009-01-13T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:40:18.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in denial ;</title><content type='html'>wokaes.. maybe i'm in denial.&lt;br /&gt;its bad.&lt;br /&gt;ooppps&lt;br /&gt;my bad.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.. i should stop being lame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, you know.&lt;br /&gt;my house is a lil retarded.&lt;br /&gt;everytime dah 3 ke 4 pagi right, must got some commotion downstairs tau..&lt;br /&gt;like, mesti nye ade once a week gitu.&lt;br /&gt;tht time my family saw this group of people kena beat up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, got ten thousand of couples fight.&lt;br /&gt;chinese, indian and malay.&lt;br /&gt;they end up crying.&lt;br /&gt;and shouting. and fighting.&lt;br /&gt;some got a lil abusive.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes, me and my sister get a lil kepo, kite pakai binoculars..&lt;br /&gt;( isn't tht wht its suppose to be used for, its not like anyone of us go sungai buloh and go bird watching )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhahaa.&lt;br /&gt;i have a weird family.&lt;br /&gt;and best friends also.&lt;br /&gt;i think tht now.&lt;br /&gt;tht with the life i have right now, im content if im in good relation with my parents, my sister, nurul, shiqa, hadi ( esp hadi), iba and ili.&lt;br /&gt;=)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;( k aku ngh nk naik stage amek prize)&lt;br /&gt;i cant thank you all enough.&lt;br /&gt;firstly i gotta thank god. my fans. ouhhh. i cant do it without you fans.. my family. my sister.. aww.. kakak. nurul shiqa... i love you guys.. hadi... ibaaa.. ouh my god iba... my soulmate. i dont know wht i'll do without you.. ili... thank you. i cant thank you guys any more than this. ( sobss and sniffs)&lt;br /&gt;thank you ( hold the award close to my heart.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheyyy.&lt;br /&gt;aku nie bebual cam real ajee/&lt;br /&gt;imagination run wild.&lt;br /&gt;biase la...&lt;br /&gt;nie makne nye my creative juice is flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i better stop talking.&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;br /&gt;aku nk tido.&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for my piggy pet to call me&lt;br /&gt;its hadi btw.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-2046827473505727124?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/2046827473505727124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-7423944195457594571.post-3061782753068490017</id><published>2009-01-11T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:06:33.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and my mission is ;</title><content type='html'>to make gay guys straight.&lt;br /&gt;like literally straight.&lt;br /&gt;no hanky panky with guys.&lt;br /&gt;i meann.. come on.&lt;br /&gt;itss such a waste that HOT HOT HOT HANDSOME GUYS are gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not have anything against gays or lesbiansss.&lt;br /&gt;but just, itssssss sssuuuchhh a waste that you gotta be attracted with your own sex&lt;br /&gt;when you're so effing hot and i swear if you're not gay kn, 50 girls will be lining up for you.&lt;br /&gt;no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiiiz...&lt;br /&gt;damn hot handsome guys.&lt;br /&gt;k daaa.//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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;'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-2022570743569817599</id><published>2009-01-09T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:28:02.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tkmu stress sngt la ;</title><content type='html'>wokaes.&lt;br /&gt;so today is friday...&lt;br /&gt;yipppeee ya yooooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well welll.&lt;br /&gt;i'm super tired.&lt;br /&gt;and then zul woke me up cause he want rkk.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;muke aku nie kedai mama ke ape.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;aku tau la kau slalu nmpk aku blum lagi mandi.&lt;br /&gt;shhh.diam2 ehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then, yesterday went to tp cause i needed to print out something.&lt;br /&gt;ili didnt send it so i took 8 with hadi back.&lt;br /&gt;then kite ade another lepal session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yerp2..&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.&lt;br /&gt;aku patutnye pergi rumah shahirah skrang.&lt;br /&gt;tetapi aku tidak tahu mengapa aku tidak pergi.&lt;br /&gt;aku seorang wanita yang pemalas.&lt;br /&gt;OK SHUT UP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahha. kekekek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to learn how to speak in malay perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;wwhat whattt/.&lt;br /&gt;hhaa..&lt;br /&gt;k dddaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku nk blajar joget lepas nie.&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-2022570743569817599?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-7423944195457594571.post-8679032067964516150</id><published>2009-01-07T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T07:37:22.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking dawn ;</title><content type='html'>woooo.&lt;br /&gt;ok. aku tau aku da bis bace buku tu, tapi biar la.&lt;br /&gt;i really like all 4. super nice.&lt;br /&gt;aku tk pernah nangis mcm gini teruk sey reading other books.&lt;br /&gt;wokaes. got la.&lt;br /&gt;one or two.&lt;br /&gt;this one really touching.&lt;br /&gt;nyehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sumpah aku dah bnyk kali ngok twilight and im watching it again.&lt;br /&gt;heeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.&lt;br /&gt;then so, i went to school.&lt;br /&gt;its been such a long time i swear.&lt;br /&gt;and so many fun things and retarded comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before going to school,&lt;br /&gt;ashiekha, nurul and iba came over my house.&lt;br /&gt;we were talking. then tido.&lt;br /&gt;then i went to school.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;kekek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow going to swim at shahirah's place at 12.&lt;br /&gt;coolness or what.&lt;br /&gt;been such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;then i have to go send some shit to raffles place.&lt;br /&gt;and go back home.&lt;br /&gt;ouh please pray tht hadi calls me so tht he cn teman me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;if he cannot teman me kn, i so alone.&lt;br /&gt;booohhhooohhhoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.&lt;br /&gt;baby kena hit his head.&lt;br /&gt;wakkaka.&lt;br /&gt;ok la.&lt;br /&gt;bbbyeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-8679032067964516150?l=excuseme-mr.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-7423944195457594571.post-8498249641741508247</id><published>2009-01-06T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:33:44.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and its just us ;</title><content type='html'>wokaes.&lt;br /&gt;aku nie mcm pompan slenge.&lt;br /&gt;ya ya faz.&lt;br /&gt;semue aku yg cacat ngn slenge.&lt;br /&gt;but. in the end, im the most interesting.&lt;br /&gt;dont ya tink?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;aku bebual steping die bace die blog aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i miss nyp.i miss zul. i miss all my classmates.i miss andy.i miss my lecture stupid theatre.i tht slalu without fail aku lmbt.&lt;br /&gt;aku saje2 je masuk one hour late cause i thought start at 9 padehal 8.&lt;br /&gt;i miss having so much time and playing taiti at the library.&lt;br /&gt;( in poly, aku baik smcm heee )&lt;br /&gt;main gambling at the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;mkn potato wedges and nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;sumpah aku rindu di situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my tok also.&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to hadi about my grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;and it was super funny.&lt;br /&gt;cause i was telling him how my grandfather was.&lt;br /&gt;like whenever i go to his house, he will be, without fail, holding a cigg in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;tk pernah2 tk.&lt;br /&gt;and he swims so far at changi beach, and always pulls us randomly to go to the deep deep part of the sea with him.&lt;br /&gt;i would try to learn how to swin to follow him.&lt;br /&gt;but it was really hard to try to ikut die.&lt;br /&gt;cause he was super fast.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and tadi was a stupid lepak session.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i was eating nips.&lt;br /&gt;yg chocolate with peanut.&lt;br /&gt;yummy.&lt;br /&gt;abeh aku try campak and catch it with my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;then we played a stupid game.&lt;br /&gt;i opened my mouth then he tried to shoot the nip in side my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;sumpah kekek.&lt;br /&gt;then my turn.&lt;br /&gt;and it went over his head.&lt;br /&gt;k sumpah bute.&lt;br /&gt;then it was his turn again.&lt;br /&gt;so he asked me to open my mouth big big.&lt;br /&gt;and kau tau ape die buat!!&lt;br /&gt;he threw like 5 nips.&lt;br /&gt;and sumpah satu pun tk masuk..&lt;br /&gt;wakakaka.&lt;br /&gt;" show me the money, WHAT WHATTT! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ you got served la~&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;k byeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;protect me, let me be. the good girl in your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288203002259823618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/SWN4nMnZ3AI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Pf80Yw2H49Y/s320/me.jpgl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-8498249641741508247?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8xqOgncXRE/SWN4nMnZ3AI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Pf80Yw2H49Y/s72-c/me.jpgl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423944195457594571.post-885552294346139706</id><published>2009-01-04T21:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:35:21.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an organiser ;</title><content type='html'>i would love to be an organiser when i grow up.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok?&lt;br /&gt;nehmind..&lt;br /&gt;after this family pit, i would do a reunion for bedok north sec.&lt;br /&gt;i'll ask hadi to help me.&lt;br /&gt;yerp2.. 2 managers.&lt;br /&gt;together hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;making this work.&lt;br /&gt;wooooo..&lt;br /&gt;hadi amcm??&lt;br /&gt;nk tk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;niwaes, dont buy s'pore nye.&lt;br /&gt;cause nnt org amek cam dirng nyee.&lt;br /&gt;shah. karno.&lt;br /&gt;kiwek&lt;br /&gt;thanks eh.&lt;br /&gt;amek je la..&lt;br /&gt;tkmu malu malu lerrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. suddenly im pissed beyond pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-885552294346139706?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/885552294346139706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=885552294346139706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/885552294346139706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/885552294346139706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/01/organiser.html' title='an organiser ;'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-3688028562549147671</id><published>2009-01-04T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T06:05:45.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amek amek, tkmu malu malu ;</title><content type='html'>wokaes.&lt;br /&gt;so tadi went to facial.&lt;br /&gt;and i swear it was super duper sakit.&lt;br /&gt;seriously..&lt;br /&gt;i felt like crying but i tahan till i got headache.&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine tht.&lt;br /&gt;sakit till pening kepale....&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then patut nye gi umah ili.&lt;br /&gt;do the project,.&lt;br /&gt;abeh kena gi umah mummy.&lt;br /&gt;so, went there straight.&lt;br /&gt;with my muke merah like pantat baboon.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;niwaes, then dah sampai sane.&lt;br /&gt;i saw sabrina.&lt;br /&gt;the wife of abg fairuz.&lt;br /&gt;( k abg fairuz is super handsome cause he got north indian blood. and god knows how much i like DKKsss... hahaha. )&lt;br /&gt;and this sabrina is from germany.&lt;br /&gt;so, she's this tall, and super sexy pompan putih.&lt;br /&gt;sumpah so jambu laaa...&lt;br /&gt;aku tk leh angkat.&lt;br /&gt;she's like some super model from victoria's secret.&lt;br /&gt;haizz. cantik die aku tk bleh ang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ok chill la..&lt;br /&gt;k byee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm different. i'm just a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;duwan you to be with another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-3688028562549147671?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/3688028562549147671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=3688028562549147671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/3688028562549147671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/3688028562549147671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/01/amek-amek-tkmu-malu-malu.html' title='amek amek, tkmu malu malu ;'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-3807379479053505518</id><published>2009-01-03T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:06:01.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sick and tired.&lt;br /&gt;im just sick and tired.&lt;br /&gt;im just so totally sick and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of having to fight.&lt;br /&gt;just to fight.&lt;br /&gt;not only with him, but with family too.&lt;br /&gt;its truly exhausting you know.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like fighting, to express anger or dislike towards a desicion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like only two options.&lt;br /&gt;you shut up about it, suck it all in and everything will be peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;or shout and fight and cry den dread/sulk/throw tantrums all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way, still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;you know.&lt;br /&gt;when i fight with him.&lt;br /&gt;i'll always cry cause after i expressed all my anger i would cry saying i dont like fighting.&lt;br /&gt;its so penat to cry over the same things.&lt;br /&gt;~stop being with other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his side.&lt;br /&gt;he just shut up. never say anything. just give sarcastic remarks tht irritates the hell out of me,&lt;br /&gt;then we fight. he start to say whatever he dont like. and then i start to cry.&lt;br /&gt;if its his fault, he'll apologize. vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;he'll make me laugh after tht. without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but kn, with family.&lt;br /&gt;its diff.&lt;br /&gt;cause it never them dissapointing me.&lt;br /&gt;its always the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;its not the fights, the shoutings. the silence or whatever thts tiring.&lt;br /&gt;its how they look at me after tht.&lt;br /&gt;its how dissapointed they look.&lt;br /&gt;how it burns my heart, cause i know i could do so much better.&lt;br /&gt;how i know tht i shouldnt be doing things like tht to them.&lt;br /&gt;its so penat cause i never wanted to hurt them.&lt;br /&gt;i would do anything to make the tears stop since such a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;but instead of helping them, im just adding the burden.&lt;br /&gt;im tired. of hurting them while doing what i want.&lt;br /&gt;and making them happy, but im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;im just Na who you want to protect in a big bubble from the big bad wolf, You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-3807379479053505518?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/3807379479053505518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=3807379479053505518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/3807379479053505518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/3807379479053505518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-sick-and-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-5708548575442552511</id><published>2009-01-01T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:00:50.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>predictable ;</title><content type='html'>wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what song im listening to now?&lt;br /&gt;lagu nasty girl from destiny's child.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. lame ke ape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so jus now breakfast with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;nurul, shiqa and ashiekha.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha shahirah had school.&lt;br /&gt;so she couldnt come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell did we had ;&lt;br /&gt;pancakes with whipped cream and strawberry jam&lt;br /&gt;and roti prata instant with hotdog.&lt;br /&gt;mind you.&lt;br /&gt;it was at my house. waah.. tu pasl ade bnyk makanan.&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sedap sedap.&lt;br /&gt;pokai la dey.&lt;br /&gt;no money sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got scolded in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;freaking paiseh sia...!!&lt;br /&gt;-___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.&lt;br /&gt;so then, im going to m'sia.&lt;br /&gt;and zoo.&lt;br /&gt;and night safari.&lt;br /&gt;and changi beach.&lt;br /&gt;and cable car.&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEARR.&lt;br /&gt;cause its 2009 baby...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me again why people say the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;i would not leave.&lt;br /&gt;damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-5708548575442552511?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-7423944195457594571.post-4030836100611158824</id><published>2008-12-29T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:13:48.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping pill ;</title><content type='html'>i think i have insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;because my mother has it.&lt;br /&gt;its like if you can't sleep and then you wake up damn early even though you are super sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;and you can last like 28 hours. then, you want to sleep, but then you'll wake up very early again.&lt;br /&gt;so the cycle last without me repaying the hours of sleep i lost.&lt;br /&gt;so sad.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, smlm i eat sleeping pill.&lt;br /&gt;and i just woke up. and im freaking groggy.&lt;br /&gt;-___-'&lt;br /&gt;k. sumpah tht emoticon tk akan basi.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today got alot of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and wednesday got slumber party.&lt;br /&gt;my sister night shift for 4 nights.&lt;br /&gt;so i feel sad have to sleep alone for 4 nights.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i get to see shah today.&lt;br /&gt;dunnoe why i miss him suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i asked him to buy me teh.&lt;br /&gt;k lame..&lt;br /&gt;and sanggup pe member.&lt;br /&gt;aku dah bagus bagi kau multimeter ehh.&lt;br /&gt;mintak favour ar babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year is coming...&lt;br /&gt;it sucks cause there was millions of plans.&lt;br /&gt;but it all cocked up just because of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;and syabas ar. blang la semue kawan kau.&lt;br /&gt;k byee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7423944195457594571.post-3298947547688479291</id><published>2008-12-27T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:15:38.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im screwed.&lt;br /&gt;i should stop using vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;and i should stop lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are my new year resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye&lt;br /&gt;an ending to trust; family and best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-3298947547688479291?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;abeh aku ngh ade movie marathon sey skrng...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku tadi ngok cite wild child, then mamma mia and now im watching house bunny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;freaking hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wokaes, aku nk kena enrol as fast as i can laa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oooo sexxyyy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha. but yeah, i'll get what i want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its 12.24 oredi. i dunnoe what to do on sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what am i doing tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouh yeasss..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im going to send nurul to the airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's going to australia for a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im gonna miss her laaaaa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kite mkn2 kt beach rd tadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just for a short while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then, its ok.. im gonna meet her tomorrow before she go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i were to go somewhere for more than a week, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear i will super miss shiqa, nurul, iba, ili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i wanna pass quickly. i scared if later cannot bring everyone i want around in the car when i pass oredi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi its ok, i think i would take my dad's car. leh sumbat iba, shiqa, nurul and najib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mak kau kama.. kau bebual mcm real aje..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;padehal blum lagi enrol pun sey..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahhaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku mcm paham laa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku nk bebual bnyk2 tapi sometimes, tk de pape pop into my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cmne?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok ok..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dah ar.. aku nk tido..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dah lambat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bubbbbbyeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-3300773676228878156?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/3300773676228878156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423944195457594571.post-3911416209143825754</id><published>2008-12-10T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:58:50.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont like.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really. if i had a fight with you or something in the past and it was never resolved, i dont think i would ever ever ever find the heart in me to forgive you. i would find you utterly disgusting and wouldnt even wanna face your shitty face. i'll give you a chance to make up for it ar, i would spend time with you. if you're ok and i like you, you would find me being friends with you. but if you give me fucking attitude and talk to my friends like he's a fucking moron like you're so fucking smart, go fuck yourself ok? go and die laa.&lt;br /&gt;seriously. just the sight of you make me turn off siaaa. stupid jinx jinx jinxxxxxxxxx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahhh. tell me again nowadays why in the world am i sooo bloody sensitive. i could take it given two months ago, but nowadays kn, im like so mad at everyone. and also, i get sad easily. -_-&lt;br /&gt;i know its lame.&lt;br /&gt;diam ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.. so yesterday, did alot of stupid stuff. and ended up at esplanade. it was stupid. iba.. we should hav gone someone else eh eh.. niwaes, ba. kau realise tak, tht both of us never take pictures. so next time kite jumpe, amek gmbr ok? ahhh.. manhunting yok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. wokaes. so later im going to bbdc and then to the concert.. its like so fun.. woooooowwwweeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k buuuubbyee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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i keep on telling people to eat it on 21st march&lt;br /&gt;i have a bbq tht me and iba planning&lt;br /&gt;coolness or wht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think me and iba should really be event organisers cause we're cool like tht&lt;br /&gt;mak peowww&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard from kakak diyanah tht min and munir making progress oredi&lt;br /&gt;soo good&lt;br /&gt;they're asking one another for tissue&lt;br /&gt;k i know it sounds true&lt;br /&gt;umi and mak aku should do the same&lt;br /&gt;siblings tapi tk bebual since sec sch&lt;br /&gt;same scenario jugak eh si min and nir&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss shiqa, nurul, amina ( i swear i do like hell ), mel, nad, ili, fara and all&lt;br /&gt;haizzz&lt;br /&gt;i think im abnormal laa&lt;br /&gt;am i&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;am i am i am i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irritating ehh&lt;br /&gt;k sumpah fullstop tk bleh pakai&lt;br /&gt;aku nk hantam aje bende nie&lt;br /&gt;chhheeeyyy&lt;br /&gt;diam ar&lt;br /&gt;kau diam ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sedih ehh&lt;br /&gt;aku rase tk de org bace pun blog aku&lt;br /&gt;harap2 ar&lt;br /&gt;jadi ape2 aku ckp kt sini, stays here&lt;br /&gt;shiqa, nurul mel iba je tau&lt;br /&gt;cheyyyy&lt;br /&gt;sworn to secrecy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SHIQA&lt;br /&gt;MUKE AKU KT BLOG KAU SUMPAH AKU BURUK&lt;br /&gt;LETAK LA MUKE AKU CANTIK SIKIT&lt;br /&gt;KAU GLAM AKU TAK&lt;br /&gt;MANE FAIR SEEYYY SEY SEYY&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;aku rindu kau&lt;br /&gt;tu tk caps lock ehhh&lt;br /&gt;tk lah&lt;br /&gt;caps lock mcm ganas&lt;br /&gt;nk ckp rindu kerinduan nk kena biase&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;br /&gt;shut up sia kamalina&lt;br /&gt;sumpa aku lame&lt;br /&gt;niwaes, while im typing this shit kn&lt;br /&gt;blogger could not contact blogger dot com saving and publishing may fail retrying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retrying wak luuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;k ar k ar k ar&lt;br /&gt;bbbbuuuubbbbyyyeeee&lt;br /&gt;sumpah aku nk makan long john silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck with kentang sihattttt&lt;br /&gt;bbbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-8141877027099437045?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/8141877027099437045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=8141877027099437045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/8141877027099437045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/8141877027099437045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2008/12/tkmu-mcm-org-cacat-laaa.html' title='tkmu mcm org cacat laaa;'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-4694456316241376039</id><published>2008-12-08T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:33:53.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why you want big big?</title><content type='html'>hahahahaha. its just a question.&lt;br /&gt;as you all know, today is hari raye haji.&lt;br /&gt;i slept at nenek rukiah's house for two days since sat all the way till monday.&lt;br /&gt;had a great time there, talking about ghost stories and all.&lt;br /&gt;but when i woke up today, i couldnt wait to go tok's house.&lt;br /&gt;like everytime... i always like anticipating seeing everyone there.&lt;br /&gt;but when i reach tok's house, it was super quiet.&lt;br /&gt;i felt sad, super sad but i suck it all up trying to make people laugh.&lt;br /&gt;i made alot of my cousins laughed and my aunties too.&lt;br /&gt;but on the way back home, i just cried cause i miss him laughing at my jokes.&lt;br /&gt;i miss tok laughing at me when im making fun of baby.&lt;br /&gt;i miss tok smiling watching us eat when we're eating.&lt;br /&gt;i miss tok i swear, and the first time tok not here for hari raye, feels so weird.&lt;br /&gt;feels so not raye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k ar.&lt;br /&gt;gone with the wind...&lt;br /&gt;i really hope the memory lasts within me...&lt;br /&gt;bubye.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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big?'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-1122196068390558330</id><published>2008-12-02T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:57:01.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i waited for the postman, to bring me a letter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chey... stepping rumah aku nie cam bunglow ar. nk kena tunngu mailman.. ngn newspaper boy campak kat doorstep aku.. heee. shut up.&lt;br /&gt;niwaes, aku excited ehh nk update.. sunday ku pergi surprise b'day party tuk ili kt bb.. not bbdc ehhh. &lt;a href="mailto:csc@bb"&gt;csc@bb&lt;/a&gt;.... cheyyy.... its a civil service centre.. its like best nk mampus.... really.. mcm a mini fantasy island ehh kt dlm.... really tk bedek.. then.. ade gym. tmpt bbq overlooking the swimming pool. and the karaoke and ade funland.... nk gi sane lagi plsssss.. =(((. aku jakon to the max dotcom la..... sumpah aku tk bedek.. skrng aku bebual pun aku ngh cam excited. ok.. tk macam.. mmg..hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then kn, aku pergi main scrabble ngn shiqa smlm. we played only one game but it took like 2 hrs... pasl smlm kite main scrabble with all the rules and regulations.. no nonsence like samad ke pisang ke ape ehhh.. word pandai nye semue.. and aku tk tau asl aku pandai smlm... heh. must be ciggarettes.. ~ ehem ehem ~. and then i went home and i dropped the radio and the whole family pissed off with me.. then i got pissed off also i started to shout at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;then i slept like a pig. now i wake up oredi and waiting for iba to come here...&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. need to clean up the house..&lt;br /&gt;i think im sooo ready to get married really. cause i can clean up the whole house by myself.. the only thing i need to learn is to cook. can someone teach me how to cook? plssss... i can bake..&lt;br /&gt;but not cook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ishhhh aku bebual bnyk ehhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k..aku tak lame.. just a lil weird.. hahahahahahahahahahah... nk kt hujan and i got so many things to do by this friday. and im going out tomorrow.. to watch movie. and lepak. i tink ar.. yeeerrp.. daaaaa..byyeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-1122196068390558330?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/1122196068390558330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=1122196068390558330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/1122196068390558330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/1122196068390558330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-waited-for-postman-to-bring-me-letter.html' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-2201451369023560772</id><published>2008-11-27T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T07:09:41.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be gone ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;open your eyes cause baby i don't lie.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i do lie.&lt;br /&gt;all the time.&lt;br /&gt;to cover paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;to cover the truth.&lt;br /&gt;to cover a fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nk katekn aku nie kaki bohong.&lt;br /&gt;( which is true ar )&lt;br /&gt;i lie to almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;bad bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;ish ish ishh..&lt;br /&gt;cobaan.&lt;br /&gt;k diam ar.&lt;br /&gt;kau diam ar.&lt;br /&gt;diam ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes, yesterday was the third week since tok passed away.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still trying to accept the fact.&lt;br /&gt;i super miss him.&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to remember how he sound like.&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time i talked to him.&lt;br /&gt;but i rmbr when was the last time he held my face.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant rmbr how it felt like.&lt;br /&gt;what i really wish for is just him calling me,&lt;br /&gt;asking me how i am.&lt;br /&gt;him holding me and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, when im alone,&lt;br /&gt;i would think of him and just pray just for a chance.&lt;br /&gt;just for me to meet him for a while only.&lt;br /&gt;but then, it wont ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my another grandfather, yayi.&lt;br /&gt;he had a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;and he's in the hospital now.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to hold his hand, to try to comfort him.&lt;br /&gt;but then, i dont know how to. cause im not close to him.&lt;br /&gt;he never hold me. smiling while asking me whether i've eaten.&lt;br /&gt;when i come over to his house, i would always talk to nenek rukiah dulu.&lt;br /&gt;im closer to her than all the grandparents..&lt;br /&gt;niwaes yeah. when i reach the house, he would just ask me to go eat at the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;or ask me where im from.&lt;br /&gt;i have formal conversations with him.&lt;br /&gt;i always try. i try to make him laugh.&lt;br /&gt;but yayi wont laugh.&lt;br /&gt;yayi is at the hospital now.&lt;br /&gt;im going to accompany my nenek lebih banyak.&lt;br /&gt;yerp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;niwaes....&lt;br /&gt;k i dont have anything to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know whats going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;everything's in a turbulence.&lt;br /&gt;( however the spelling )&lt;br /&gt;but im staying still.&lt;br /&gt;otak ku mcm berpusing di dalam tornado.&lt;br /&gt;tetapi aku tidak bergerak.&lt;br /&gt;aku pening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;pls eh na. tkmu sey bebual melayu.&lt;br /&gt;kau mcm cacat.&lt;br /&gt;k ar.&lt;br /&gt;someone, pls do call me.&lt;br /&gt;and make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;i really do need it badly.&lt;br /&gt;but then not at night, cause i lost all mood to talk at night.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. lame eh.&lt;br /&gt;but its true.&lt;br /&gt;byyyyyeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't like living under your spotlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just because you think i might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;find somebody worthy&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/7423944195457594571-2201451369023560772?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/2201451369023560772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=2201451369023560772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/2201451369023560772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/2201451369023560772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2008/11/ill-be-gone.html' title='i&apos;ll be gone ;'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-1563768069944615617</id><published>2008-11-18T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:55:00.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nur kamalina ;</title><content type='html'>kau tau.&lt;br /&gt;aku dah lame tk ketawe gile babi like i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;laauuugggh like you mean it.&lt;br /&gt;and k.. thts not even the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes, yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;the past 2 weeks since the death seems so hectic.&lt;br /&gt;its like no time to think, no time to talk, no time to laugh and all.&lt;br /&gt;i admit tht i havent been spending much time with anyone except for my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;i've been neglecting shiqa the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really sorry shiqa. there were sooo many times when i just wanted to call you and talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;but whenever i pick up the phone, i think to myself there's nothing for me to talk about. there wasnt anything tht i needed to talk about. i just wanted to be by myself at tok's house. i feel so selfish and self-centered. haizz..&lt;br /&gt;but its ok..&lt;br /&gt;im getting better.&lt;br /&gt;so, i reeaaally hope tht both of us will get to see prettier days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;=)).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-1563768069944615617?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/1563768069944615617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=1563768069944615617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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experience death.&lt;br /&gt;then i just shake it off, saying to myself it won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;stop thinking about it, its like im asking for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt ready for any of this.&lt;br /&gt;tok was so healthy until the past three months.&lt;br /&gt;sakit perut, tk leh pass motion, diagnosed with cancer and within 3 months, he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;tok is gone.&lt;br /&gt;he is not here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;he's my grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;i love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;he's like the support everyone goes to.&lt;br /&gt;he's the one who cares about everyone.&lt;br /&gt;he's the one who remembers who is not there even on his death bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tok done so much for this family.&lt;br /&gt;build up this big family.&lt;br /&gt;all of his ten children and many many cucu, all named bujang family.&lt;br /&gt;what are we without him?&lt;br /&gt;what are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know im suppose to accept reality.&lt;br /&gt;i know im suppose to let him go.&lt;br /&gt;i know im suppose to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i do to stop myself from not crying is blocking it all out.&lt;br /&gt;but his memory is overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes whenever i think about it, the idea of tok being dead just sounds crazy.&lt;br /&gt;its like it doesnt sounds true nor sound tht it can ever happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-7881908136417178905?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/7881908136417178905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>my b'day</title><content type='html'>ok.&lt;br /&gt;i had the greastest time yet.......!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. on tuesday, i went out with nurul and shiqa.&lt;br /&gt;it was super duper fun.&lt;br /&gt;sumpah kekek nk mampus,.,&lt;br /&gt;nurul buat jokes sumpah leh buat kau terkencing.&lt;br /&gt;abeh shiqa bahan buat ketawe..&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;main2 je la shiqaaaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;kau kat vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k so tuesday i went out with them.&lt;br /&gt;and i was so happy. makan swensens and gelare.&lt;br /&gt;also went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;heeee.&lt;br /&gt;for my b'day.&lt;br /&gt;i bought a black dress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then on my b'day.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 8 to watch friends.&lt;br /&gt;k. sumpah tk perlu.&lt;br /&gt;but i really wanted to watch.&lt;br /&gt;so then, masi aku ngh ngok tv,&lt;br /&gt;iba call aku.&lt;br /&gt;die ckp ngn aku tht she needed my help to get some baju down to the tailor cause she's late for sch.&lt;br /&gt;so she said she oredi kt bawah blck.&lt;br /&gt;then she knock on the door even though i buka the lock oredi tau.&lt;br /&gt;mati2 die knock.&lt;br /&gt;so i open and guess wht and who was in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eka holding this balloon saying happy b'day.&lt;br /&gt;and iba holding a powerpuff girl cake.&lt;br /&gt;( and mizan yg sumpah tk perlu nmpk aku buruk smcm.&lt;br /&gt;thanks ehh blang satu class pasl aku ngn bantal busuk aku semue. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;they came and surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;and i was like omg.&lt;br /&gt;and pekik2.&lt;br /&gt;and like so sweeettttt....&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt say anything. i love the balloon.&lt;br /&gt;the balloon like damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;tht balloon thing can last for about one month, so nurul and shiqa pls come down to my house to see it ok?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they ordered mac breakfast for me.,&lt;br /&gt;( ouh yeah. at town the previous night, iba was asking me about mac. and i was explaining to her tht i like pancakes&lt;br /&gt;yup. ate tht on my b'day.. heee. with big breakfast skali. nyehehe )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then kite extend time.&lt;br /&gt;so iba had to take mc cause she never go sch.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to bedok polyclinic.&lt;br /&gt;then shah called me cause he run out of cash.&lt;br /&gt;so went to the clinic together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best ar!!!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes. gtg.. bubbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-8164724690492404196?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/8164724690492404196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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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-7423944195457594571.post-3710423024101476780</id><published>2008-10-27T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:38:17.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ouh helllooo.&lt;br /&gt;today is monday.&lt;br /&gt;and lusa is my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im celebrating it with my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, since shiqa's going to vietnam on wednesday itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it gonna be exciting.&lt;br /&gt;heeee.&lt;br /&gt;=)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes, on last friday.&lt;br /&gt;it was super fun..&lt;br /&gt;went to sentosa with a bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;we played frisbee and stupid games.&lt;br /&gt;mandi laut.&lt;br /&gt;and last last minum.&lt;br /&gt;beer.&lt;br /&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;it was not nice.&lt;br /&gt;cause firstly its beer.&lt;br /&gt;secondly its beer.&lt;br /&gt;but still drank&lt;br /&gt;and had bets with fara over who had to drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we dragged ourselves to school.&lt;br /&gt;kau.&lt;br /&gt;tk letih sial...&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then went back home cause i was super tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday i stayed at home&lt;br /&gt;and then sunday went to batam..&lt;br /&gt;woooweee..&lt;br /&gt;i rode on a motorbike and i nearly skidded.&lt;br /&gt;cause apparently i was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i nearly killed myself and hafiz..&lt;br /&gt;seriously!!!&lt;br /&gt;sumpah tk kelakar..&lt;br /&gt;i was soo scared tht i got heart attack..&lt;br /&gt;k bedek ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo then im back.&lt;br /&gt;in s'pore.&lt;br /&gt;wooooahhh.&lt;br /&gt;best sey.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;k laa.&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;besok kuar ngn nurul and shiqa.&lt;br /&gt;exciting ke apee....&lt;br /&gt;=)))&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-3710423024101476780?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/3710423024101476780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=3710423024101476780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/3710423024101476780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/3710423024101476780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2008/10/ouh-helllooo.html' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-1072133812154270077</id><published>2008-10-21T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T04:05:52.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so i ammmm sooooo sooooo&lt;br /&gt;super duper tired cause work is a bore.&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;tkde sebas ke eugene ke saiful kn,&lt;br /&gt;betul no one makes me laugh sia.&lt;br /&gt;i have to make myself laugh,&lt;br /&gt;and when i do that, nnt sometimes siew leng marah.&lt;br /&gt;abeh cmne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku cam sedih eh kena entertain diri aku sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;should record myself than watch episode 1 to 984383093093093.&lt;br /&gt;k bedek ar pls.&lt;br /&gt;besok wednesday so kn kn,&lt;br /&gt;dapt grey's anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;season 4.&lt;br /&gt;have to sleeeeep as much as i can so that have enough energy to wake up early in the morning to watch more episodes.&lt;br /&gt;no more time to talk on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;( aku cam ngh hint org jeee. hahahah )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k sedih bopleh bulu anjing.&lt;br /&gt;and skrng kn kn, aku lagi cam tk nk gi kerje pasl sammmmmiiiieee is here.&lt;br /&gt;dah lah aku tk suke die, aku takut ngn die.&lt;br /&gt;siew leng amek off, sape lagi laaaa aku dtg kerje untuk.&lt;br /&gt;check check, next week aku dah kena berhenti kerje cause tk abis2 paitau kerje.&lt;br /&gt;DAMMM.&lt;br /&gt;tkpe la..&lt;br /&gt;dapt simpan season 4 grey's anatomy eh eh.&lt;br /&gt;heee.&lt;br /&gt;k la.&lt;br /&gt;aku nk makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warriors is our name, and cheering is our game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak piowww...&lt;br /&gt;sumpah lame.&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;br /&gt;b'day lagi 8 days ehhh pls.&lt;br /&gt;dah legal.&lt;br /&gt;smoke smoke smoke machine.&lt;br /&gt;minum pun dah bleh..&lt;br /&gt;bleh bleh.&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-1072133812154270077?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/1072133812154270077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=1072133812154270077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/1072133812154270077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/1072133812154270077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-so-i-ammmm-sooooo-sooooo-super.html' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-3789482702212899368</id><published>2008-10-15T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:37:16.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wei,&lt;br /&gt;k. aku nk jadi kaki blogger ar.&lt;br /&gt;eh eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;shah random gile.&lt;br /&gt;die msg aku tadi and ask me&lt;br /&gt;" hi kama! how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_______-&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. how are you?&lt;br /&gt;kau.... masih practise english compo or wht.&lt;br /&gt;k. aku tk baik. main2 jee.&lt;br /&gt;heeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadi i didnt work nor went to school.&lt;br /&gt;cause class is cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;so i met shiqa.&lt;br /&gt;then nurul came.&lt;br /&gt;teman her go shopping&lt;br /&gt;and then jumpe noon gi town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooohooo.&lt;br /&gt;and guess wht i did.&lt;br /&gt;i went for full pedi.&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah shiqa.&lt;br /&gt;i know waste of money&lt;br /&gt;tapi cool gile sey.&lt;br /&gt;they practically peel off all my dead skin.&lt;br /&gt;and i swear its soo bushuk..&lt;br /&gt;( k step cute )&lt;br /&gt;thennn right.&lt;br /&gt;went to eat at pastamania.&lt;br /&gt;yummy.&lt;br /&gt;makan apee eh.&lt;br /&gt;ouh cheesy chicken.&lt;br /&gt;sedap ke ape. pasl shiqa laaaa. asl kau makan tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. then went home.&lt;br /&gt;and im watching shooter with my sister and dad.&lt;br /&gt;cool eh. like family bonding.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;my parents are fighting.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder what they fight about.&lt;br /&gt;so cute. cause they fight over the strangest things.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la.&lt;br /&gt;bubbye.&lt;br /&gt;nk tngk friends.&lt;br /&gt;im always with friends.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes im so sorry that i pentingkn friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it teaches me alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;meraban/&lt;br /&gt;buuuubbbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~awesome a wow like total freak me out i'll be right on. na sure number one~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-3789482702212899368?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/3789482702212899368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=3789482702212899368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/3789482702212899368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/3789482702212899368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2008/10/wei-k.html' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-2046226914865357781</id><published>2008-10-14T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:05:19.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so totally lame like hell.&lt;br /&gt;k.. not me la..&lt;br /&gt;noon.&lt;br /&gt;pasl kn, sebas dah masuk ns.&lt;br /&gt;abeh, noon miss him like crap.&lt;br /&gt;everytime she miss him, she would cry like pathetic like tht.&lt;br /&gt;(hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;k. niwaes, so when sebastian move out from ochacha, his locker is empty.&lt;br /&gt;noon is using it.&lt;br /&gt;so, she writes whatever her thoguhts with receipt paper and paste it in her locker.&lt;br /&gt;all of it is so  sweet.&lt;br /&gt;poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wanna try.&lt;br /&gt;i did.&lt;br /&gt;and i wrote whatever i wanted to blog also.&lt;br /&gt;so here goes, if alot.&lt;br /&gt;sorry eh..&lt;br /&gt;i love ranting to myself.&lt;br /&gt;singing.&lt;br /&gt;k.\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bit my finger yesterday at work.&lt;br /&gt;i was eating this blackberry with oats.&lt;br /&gt;and i accidentally bit my finger.&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;and i've been working alot these few days cause yangyang on mc.&lt;br /&gt;she went inside hospital.&lt;br /&gt;(why she dont want to die skali)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thts why i've been working alot alot.&lt;br /&gt;i hope this month my pay bnyk.&lt;br /&gt;klau tk, mintak kena lesing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo. then, sebas and eugene is in ns.&lt;br /&gt;i really miss them ALLLLLOOOOOOOOTT.&lt;br /&gt;i depend alot on them.&lt;br /&gt;everytime got rubbish to throw, eugene would be the one saying tht to me.&lt;br /&gt;everytime schedule is out, sebas will call me and say, " ehh fucker"&lt;br /&gt;i miss them making jokes with me.&lt;br /&gt;i miss them talking dirty with me.&lt;br /&gt;i miss them hiting me with wet towels and leave a red red mark on my leg.&lt;br /&gt;i miss eugene big boobs.&lt;br /&gt;i miss sebas schmelly mouth.&lt;br /&gt;i missssss them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking about sebas and eugene, i miss saiful also.&lt;br /&gt;cause he just went away.&lt;br /&gt;for no reason, never even tell me thts he is going.&lt;br /&gt;he never even say goodbye properly.&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;you know.&lt;br /&gt;i really depend on him alot.&lt;br /&gt;he was really like a big brother to me.&lt;br /&gt;sebas and eugene was just my close friends, but saiful..&lt;br /&gt;i always look up to him like a brother.&lt;br /&gt;haizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.&lt;br /&gt;so emo ehhh.&lt;br /&gt;cam sial..&lt;br /&gt;aku blog je mesti nk kena cam sedih2.&lt;br /&gt;allaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my b'day is coming.&lt;br /&gt;and im excited..&lt;br /&gt;wooooweeee.&lt;br /&gt;the first thing i want to do is buy ciggs.&lt;br /&gt;k lame.&lt;br /&gt;cause i want them to mintak my ic.&lt;br /&gt;then can show tht im finally eighteen...&lt;br /&gt;wooooweee.&lt;br /&gt;hehhehee..&lt;br /&gt;=)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la..&lt;br /&gt;i miss nurul and shiqa.&lt;br /&gt;come go out quickly.&lt;br /&gt;need to plan about 2010.&lt;br /&gt;hshah.&lt;br /&gt;smgt nmpk.&lt;br /&gt;heeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-2046226914865357781?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/feeds/2046226914865357781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7423944195457594571&amp;postID=2046226914865357781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/2046226914865357781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423944195457594571/posts/default/2046226914865357781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excuseme-mr.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-so-totally-lame-like-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</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-7423944195457594571.post-7552227343657078009</id><published>2008-10-05T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:35:36.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;oh hello&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:#006600;"&gt;i got a new blog.&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&gt;yeahhhhh.&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&gt;aku dah lame tk blog.&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:#006600;"&gt;dah tk check friendster.&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:#006600;"&gt;dah tk check internet semye.&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:#006600;"&gt;malas laaa.&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&gt;aku tk upload gmbr...&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:#006600;"&gt;abeh shiqa ngn nurul tk abis2 make fun of aku.&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:#006600;"&gt;krng caaamm siak..&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&gt;so niwaes..soooo many things happen laa siaa.&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:#006600;"&gt;i tell you.&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:#006600;"&gt;i went out with my bestest friends.&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:#006600;"&gt;nurul and shiqa.&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:#006600;"&gt;then i went out with ashdelliqah.&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:#006600;"&gt;like wooooweeeee.&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&gt;the one&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:#006600;"&gt;with nurul and shiqa.&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:#006600;"&gt;we went to buke same2. &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:#006600;"&gt;we didnt know where to go.&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:#006600;"&gt;cause like stupid people.&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:#006600;"&gt;nk gi jurong la.&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:#006600;"&gt;nk gi sini nk gi sane.&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:#006600;"&gt;abeh, last last gi banquet kt raffles hospital.&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&gt;then kite jadi superstars jap, bukan video.&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:#006600;"&gt;sumpah kekek balik seluar basah kena kencing.&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:#006600;"&gt;hahhahaa.&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&gt;then with ashadelliqah/&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:#006600;"&gt;kite buke jugak kt beach rd.&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:#006600;"&gt;i ate this nasi goreng ayam black pepper tht i suddenly crave for now.&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&gt;niwaes.. then kite lepak.. &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:#006600;"&gt;so funnnnyy.&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:#006600;"&gt;its been ages since i've saw them..&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:#006600;"&gt;so many things to catch up laa.&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&gt;SO EVERYONE, VOTE FOR SHAHIRAH PRICE OK?&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&gt;hari raye is fun.&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:#006600;"&gt;sad at the same time.&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:#006600;"&gt;i dont really wanna talk about raye.&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&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:#006600;"&gt;k.&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:#006600;"&gt;niwaes, i was soo lame last time. seriously.&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:#006600;"&gt;haha.&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:#006600;"&gt;k la bubbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423944195457594571-7552227343657078009?l=excuseme-mr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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