<?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-1755791684095891515</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:32:42.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly the Fly (:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755791684095891515.post-3321205081473766489</id><published>2009-02-10T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:44:53.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biatch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;School was being a bitch today. I don’t know why but I just couldn’t concentrate and all the teacher’s words just go through my ears but never stopping at the brain. So pissed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The newspaper article this morning was really disturbing. It reminded me of a certain someone. &lt;em&gt;It hurts. &lt;/em&gt;That was also bothering me the whole school period. So pissed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="background-color: #ffffff" color="#ff0000"&gt;Fuck off, woman. Get out, get lost. I don’t have a room for a bitch in my life. Stop stealing mine, go get a fucking life. URGHH.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;If only I can directly talk to you, it would really be so nice scolding you. If only I was there, I would have slapped and killed you already. Bitch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;*SIGH* SO PISSSSSSSEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDDD.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Okay, enough scolding. Finally I feel relieved after letting it go. I’m stupid enough to still remember her. Real stupid stuff.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;HA! Thanks Farah for inviting me to your house just now. It was the moooossssstttt fun thing that ever happened today ;D Thank you. For once, I totally forgot what bothered me today.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Now that I am high all over again, let’s roll.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;YOU SPIN MY HEAD RIGHT ROUND RIGHT ROUND; WHEN YOU GO DOWN WHEN YOU GO DOWN DOWN~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-3321205081473766489?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3321205081473766489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=3321205081473766489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/3321205081473766489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/3321205081473766489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/biatch.html' title='Biatch'/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-6599008113827720856</id><published>2009-02-09T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:19:45.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I seriously find that Malay language has been getting reaaaaaally hard these days, no, months. I don’t know why, maybe it’s because I am prone to speaking in Indonesian language. But I can’t help it you see. It’s MY language and I find it really hard to understand and use the words in the Malay context, it’s just different and doesn’t make any sense to me at all. I’m sorry to whoever who feels offended, but I am just trying to pour my feelings upon failing my Malay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No, don’t get me wrong. I am not sad or whatsoever, I am just starting to feel &lt;em&gt;proud&lt;/em&gt; secretly. Somehow I think that I am still speaking, using and thinking using my original language context despite learning English and Malay. To tell you the truth, mostly, I have to think for a while during tests and exams to translate whatever in my mind into English or Malay. Hahahaha. It’s really hard.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But when I got home and told my aunt about me failing Malay, she was not that shock.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Me: Bunda, tau gak?! Aku fail melayu. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My Aunt: AHHAHAHAHAHAHHA! Tau gak?! Ilham masuk remedial melayu karena selalu fail. Memang kayak gitu, bahasa melayu sama bahasa kita terlalu berbeda. Memang susah sih, tapi kan mendingan dari ambil bahasa cina.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font style="background-color: #f2f2f2" color="#777777"&gt;TRANSLATION&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Me: Aunt, you know what?! I fail my Malay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;My Aunt: AHAHAHHAHAHAHAH! You know what?! Ilham (my cousin) has to go for Malay remedial because he always fail. It’s like that. Malay language and our language is really different. It’s hard, but it’s better than taking Mandarin / Chinese language.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="background-color: #f2f2f2" color="#777777"&gt;So yeah, I think I really have to try harder to understand the Malay context. You don’t know how pai seh I am whenever in my composition or situational writing I accidentally put indon words and they will all be circled in red ink with a question mark next to it. My teacher must be having a great time laughing. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="background-color: #f2f2f2" color="#777777"&gt;But look at the bright side, most probably I will only have to use this language for just a few months more and after that, I can freely use MY language whenever I feel like it. &lt;em&gt;Total freedom&lt;/em&gt;. I can’t wait ;D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-6599008113827720856?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6599008113827720856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=6599008113827720856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/6599008113827720856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/6599008113827720856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/malay.html' title='Malay'/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-5892107908404535435</id><published>2009-02-02T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:14:09.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A big black bug bit a big black bear; make the big black bear bleed blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Say it fast without mistake if you can &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Shut up. At least I've updated my blog ;D&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me to update about the bowling that day. Blogger got error and I lost my draft.&lt;br /&gt;Screw it. So pissed.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-5892107908404535435?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5892107908404535435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=5892107908404535435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/5892107908404535435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/5892107908404535435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-black-bug-bit-big-black-bear-make.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-6317051870441169209</id><published>2008-11-23T12:09:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:03:09.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjujKQi-SI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ihHQIzTTHKY/s1600-h/Diaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjujKQi-SI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ihHQIzTTHKY/s320/Diaz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271725651653753122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay. Before updating about the recent camp to Pahang, Malaysia, I would like to wish my one and only brother, DIAZ NOVERA, a Happy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Belated&lt;/span&gt; 17th Birthday ;D&lt;br /&gt;Hope you get well soon from that ass-kicking para-thypus, chronic asthma, incredulously high fever, heavy dry coughs and unstoppable flu.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I won't be able to buy you a car for your present but I'll definitely find something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more special&lt;/span&gt; for you. Heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Get well soon so that you can fetch me on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 25th, you ass. HAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now lets move on to the Combined Uniformed Group Camp to Pahang, Malaysia (truly Asia~ okay stop it)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up at 2 pm under Farah's block with Nasirah, Shi Hui, Haziq and Farah. It was raining and some people just can't stand their wet shoes and thus start doing something only monkey does *coughs*&lt;br /&gt;After that we took Farah's mom's car (Thanks) to Aishah's block to have our last gathering before going to school.&lt;br /&gt;At around&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4 pm all of us gathered at the school canteen and set off at around 4.30 to Tanjong Pagar&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Train S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;tation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there and everyone started to camwhore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;while waiting for the train to come and gate to be open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ed.&lt;br /&gt;So here goes pictures...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjrbeTLNsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/v3ghJWI-W4U/s1600-h/sjab.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjrbeTLNsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/v3ghJWI-W4U/s320/sjab.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271722221059651266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjrbJWOzKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/IydGLFzMom4/s1600-h/Group1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjrbJWOzKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/IydGLFzMom4/s320/Group1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271722215435324578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSj4bYLgTyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_-jHPbhjTNE/s1600-h/me+and+sushee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSj4bYLgTyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_-jHPbhjTNE/s320/me+and+sushee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271736513068027682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjra5AQW7I/AAAAAAAAAPI/hLbAEkl4QaU/s1600-h/farah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjra5AQW7I/AAAAAAAAAPI/hLbAEkl4QaU/s320/farah.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271722211048184754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As soon as the gate was opened we all rushed to our coach. The SJAB people + some 3 lost NPCC girls were in Coach 6. So yeah, you can imagine the noise level in that coach. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjraQzHdvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/57oFXw0FMfk/s1600-h/group2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 343px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjraQzHdvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/57oFXw0FMfk/s320/group2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271722200255657714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10 hours in the train, what do you think we do? Nope, we don't sleep. We were busy eating all sorts of stuffs like kuaci (is that how you spell it?), nasi goreng (fried rice), chips more, twisties and some other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Farah managed to befriend some of the train staffs in the canteen (Yes. The train has a canteen. Cool right? But I coolest)&lt;br /&gt;But one of them seriously destroy my appetite *ehem farahrhinaandshihui*&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached at Jerantut Train Station at around 3 am in the morning. Board a bus to our ho&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tel. We were locked in there by ourselves while the teachers go to the hostel across. So yeah, you can imagine what monkeys do best if they were given freedom *coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 6.30 am and had breakfast at 7. Everyone still very sleepy and sian, maybe someone still have motion sickness from the previous train ride. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjo2Y8PZCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WkUV3gfe5kg/s1600-h/group3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjo2Y8PZCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WkUV3gfe5kg/s320/group3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271719384942863394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we packed our things and went to our next destination which was our very first activity. Flying Fox, River Crossing and &lt;s&gt;Brown&lt;/s&gt; White Water Rafting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjo120AGmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/c6Ebfw0BRbU/s1600-h/group4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjo120AGmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/c6Ebfw0BRbU/s320/group4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271719375781501538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I don't have the pictures on the activities. They only allowed one camera to be used. So yeah. Once I get the pictures, I'll post them up.&lt;br /&gt;First up was Flying Fox across the river (Hopefully you get the idea, if the rope snap off, you'll just probably drowned to death. Lol). I wonder why they call it fox and not bunny or cat or something else. Okay sheeesh! I was the last one to go because the girls were all scared to be the last one *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Next was River Crossing. (Get it? After you cross the river through flying fox, now you have to cross back by just using a the rope and walk/swim/float). If you fail, all you have to do is to let go of the rope and the people there will catch you using a motorboat. My first try was failed. My palm couldn't stand the pain due to the friction. Second try also failed. This time water keep on going into my nose. Thus I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;Shut up! At least I got to ride on the boat. TWICE some more! *winks to Farah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had water confident activities to boost up our confidence in water (DUHH!). Hence, I can say that now I am water confident, oh wait, I already am since last time *winks to Nasirah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one was water rafting. But before that we had capsize drill. The guides overturn our boat and BYARRR! Muahaha! It was thrilling. After we mastered it, we set off. It was damn fun going through the massive rapids, the bumpy ride and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had our lunch and shower time.&lt;br /&gt;This time I can really show off my new hair. *coughs*&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I went "OMG Nabila your hair so nice! So cool." Thanks, I'm coolest I know. HAHAHA. Okay shut up.&lt;br /&gt;Board the bus and set off to our next resting place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSkdl89S6XI/AAAAAAAAAQw/VuQ1R8qEQOY/s1600-h/group5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSkdl89S6XI/AAAAAAAAAQw/VuQ1R8qEQOY/s320/group5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271777376669460850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach at I dont know what resort at 6+ pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjo1FJZurI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zNnDXCqu-p4/s1600-h/group6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjo1FJZurI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zNnDXCqu-p4/s320/group6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271719362449488562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get our rooms and put our things down. Grabbed torch light for the Night Jungle Walk afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;But before that we had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was terrible I tell you. We had this one yellow chicken dish that smells like................... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DURIANS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, durians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjo1LibGWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/fcOX62u9LJ8/s1600-h/group7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjo1LibGWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/fcOX62u9LJ8/s320/group7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271719364165048674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSkGRW7a5mI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0lnPPp6BFs8/s1600-h/durian+chicken.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSkGRW7a5mI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0lnPPp6BFs8/s320/durian+chicken.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271751734096225890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*points up* Yep. That's the one.&lt;br /&gt;Could not bring myself to finish the food. Other people too.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we head on for our night jungle walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSj4bvQn0qI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/JyrYjGy4tr8/s1600-h/Joel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSj4bvQn0qI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/JyrYjGy4tr8/s320/Joel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271736519263507106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjmeA70XRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Py1w0yldCW0/s1600-h/group8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjmeA70XRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Py1w0yldCW0/s320/group8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271716767158525202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to actually cross a river in order to go to the jungle. Apply insect repellent and we were ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to see in the jungle at night (DUH!). I don't know what everyone else is doing but I was looking out everywhere for frogs and toads. Well you know me and my phobia of frogs/toads. *coughs* Well, we saw lots of insects, termites, ants, bird-eating spiders and some deers. No frogs, THANK GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the long walk, we head back to our resort. And just when I was so relax and unaware, I saw one frog hoping like 5 meters in front of me. Damn it. No brother, I didn't cry &gt;:D I just ran like as if I was chased by a mad dog. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our room. So messy right? The beds were all double-decker. So yeah, you can hear the bed non-stop creaking at night. Showered and dropped dead on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjmdlAPmPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/-X3wecu21QE/s1600-h/group9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjmdlAPmPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/-X3wecu21QE/s320/group9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271716759660894450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when everyone else was sleeping, these &lt;s&gt;guys&lt;/s&gt; monkeys are busy having KACANG PARTY (peanut party). Tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjmdhCbnJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/-LX2Hmxjztc/s1600-h/group10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjmdhCbnJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/-LX2Hmxjztc/s320/group10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271716758596328594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wake up at 7.30am and had breakfast. The guys were late and so the teachers punished them by telling them to pick a girl and serve them the food they want. Heehee. Thank you Kelvin, you are the best (after Diaz) brother ever! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjmdTdZslI/AAAAAAAAANw/WvdrWUzwRE4/s1600-h/group11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjmdTdZslI/AAAAAAAAANw/WvdrWUzwRE4/s320/group11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271716754951352914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjmdEMAOII/AAAAAAAAANo/KF-qb7IXdN4/s1600-h/Resort.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjmdEMAOII/AAAAAAAAANo/KF-qb7IXdN4/s320/Resort.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271716750851848322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast we set off for our next activities which were Jungle Trekking via Canopy walkway, visit to Ear Cave and Orang Asli Village (original inhabitants of Malaysia) and Rapid shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up was the jungle trekking via canopy walkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjhuiyA2GI/AAAAAAAAANg/J5qWNVmxeIM/s1600-h/group12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjhuiyA2GI/AAAAAAAAANg/J5qWNVmxeIM/s320/group12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271711553563973730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. For those who have no idea what is Canopy Walk, it is actually crossing these wobbly wobble long bridges that are high up at the canopy layer. Still doesn't ring a bell? THAT'S WHY LEARN GEOGRAPHY, damnit. HAHAHA. Canopy layer is the second highest layer of the forest where trees grow to the height of 15 - 3o meters high. Okay stop it sia. Enough of Geo.&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the pictures below and you'll know.&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;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjhuiyA2GI/AAAAAAAAANg/J5qWNVmxeIM/s1600-h/group12.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjhuWBOvkI/AAAAAAAAANY/JaZMKmBfVVo/s1600-h/CW1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjhuWBOvkI/AAAAAAAAANY/JaZMKmBfVVo/s320/CW1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271711550138138178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjht4ldDRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6xO4sV4S3rE/s1600-h/CW2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjht4ldDRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6xO4sV4S3rE/s320/CW2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271711542237007122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjhtg3YYyI/AAAAAAAAANI/jVnU0aSw9uk/s1600-h/CW3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjhtg3YYyI/AAAAAAAAANI/jVnU0aSw9uk/s320/CW3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271711535869748002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjhs3b1tCI/AAAAAAAAANA/JWKaSOVn2vo/s1600-h/CW4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjhs3b1tCI/AAAAAAAAANA/JWKaSOVn2vo/s320/CW4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271711524748375074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjf_JqceeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/T4iI5VBhFwc/s1600-h/CW5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjf_JqceeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/T4iI5VBhFwc/s320/CW5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271709639855864290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjf-_JpljI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DOv2-FslGO4/s1600-h/CW6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjf-_JpljI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DOv2-FslGO4/s320/CW6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271709637033956914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjf-hO0Q7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/7SXlCHLgjKk/s1600-h/CW7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjf-hO0Q7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/7SXlCHLgjKk/s320/CW7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271709629002564530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjf-UyrbVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/blp6uHfPS4s/s1600-h/CW8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjf-UyrbVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/blp6uHfPS4s/s320/CW8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271709625663319378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjf-EKZmFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ad4xr-zhV0o/s1600-h/CW9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjf-EKZmFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ad4xr-zhV0o/s320/CW9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271709621199411282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjeOZgMOXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wuXPPPOsstA/s1600-h/CW10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjeOZgMOXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wuXPPPOsstA/s320/CW10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271707702782605682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjeOVgMrRI/AAAAAAAAAMI/omegUuiuRJk/s1600-h/CW11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjeOVgMrRI/AAAAAAAAAMI/omegUuiuRJk/s320/CW11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271707701708893458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjeN2FJcMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/PmA6rrkaYc8/s1600-h/cw12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjeN2FJcMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/PmA6rrkaYc8/s320/cw12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271707693273936066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 9 bridges in total. Farah was stuck at the one with the ladder *points up*. It's scary, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, once we were done, the guides told us a few more things about trees before going for the mofo trekking. *points below*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjsvMtjrfI/AAAAAAAAAPw/WEJBRaTShIs/s1600-h/Tongkat+Ali.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjsvMtjrfI/AAAAAAAAAPw/WEJBRaTShIs/s320/Tongkat+Ali.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271723659447479794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's TONGKAT ALI by the way. Wrong spelling and I lazy to re-edit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had our, just as I said, mofo jungle trekking. It was damn tiring going up the jungle. But at the top, it's something very magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjeN0GFe7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/kPFraZmpQMw/s1600-h/Top.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjeN0GFe7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/kPFraZmpQMw/s320/Top.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271707692741000114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjeNh3_T9I/AAAAAAAAALw/Cgw7X9qvx0c/s1600-h/top2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjeNh3_T9I/AAAAAAAAALw/Cgw7X9qvx0c/s320/top2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271707687850037202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Everyone was so tired and breathless but it was worth it. It was drizzling so we couldn't go up some more. So yeah, we went down. We thought it would be much easier but it turned out to be the total opposite. People started to fall, slide and roll down. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our lunch. Afterwards was the punishment for the NCC guys for being late. Lol. They decided to do push-up waves but it turned out to be a total failure. Muahahaha. I think i'll upload the video later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjbQKYwtYI/AAAAAAAAALo/dbKKtPwmDgA/s1600-h/Lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjbQKYwtYI/AAAAAAAAALo/dbKKtPwmDgA/s320/Lunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271704434549765506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told that since it was drizzling, it would be dangerous to go to the Ear Cave. So yeah, it was cancelled D: Went to the orang asli village next and that is where the LEECH ATTACK began. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSkUFXUtTsI/AAAAAAAAAQo/761GE72m_Zs/s1600-h/Orang+Asli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSkUFXUtTsI/AAAAAAAAAQo/761GE72m_Zs/s320/Orang+Asli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271766921206648514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSkUFGZs3CI/AAAAAAAAAQg/l2BT5Xg18uI/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSkUFGZs3CI/AAAAAAAAAQg/l2BT5Xg18uI/s320/DSC00192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271766916664187938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Potential orang asli, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how they can live with nature up until today where technology is everywhere. And i seriously thought it will take them 1 or 2 hours to make fire, but in actual fact it takes them less than 3 minutes. What's more they don't use gas like us. Save the earth~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjbPUC6uNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/TDPrpfjXkTA/s1600-h/Orang+Asli+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjbPUC6uNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/TDPrpfjXkTA/s320/Orang+Asli+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271704419962632402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had the chance to try out their hunting equipment, you know, the blow blow thingy. It was awesome, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjbOq0QMxI/AAAAAAAAALI/rBFyqzYJxKU/s1600-h/huntin1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjbOq0QMxI/AAAAAAAAALI/rBFyqzYJxKU/s320/huntin1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271704408895271698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjZO6YTMVI/AAAAAAAAALA/sKXBoGry39I/s1600-h/huntin+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjZO6YTMVI/AAAAAAAAALA/sKXBoGry39I/s320/huntin+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271702214049739090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Nasirah was almost bitten by a leech on her hand but thank God there's insect repellent to make it dizzy. Nasirah, you should have gave me yours. I want to feel how it's like to be bitten. RAWR! So yeah, you can almost see 4 or 5 people walking with big patch of blood on their legs after their leeches drop off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had rapid shooting. No, it's not using the gun and shoot. It's a water activity where by 10 people will ride a fast moving long boat and we have to splash water at the other boats. Our boat might be the noisiest but it was flooded with water until we were sinking and there were water &lt;s&gt;cockroaches&lt;/s&gt; bugs everywhere. HAHAHA. So yeah, you can imagine the condition of our boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to our resort, bathe and set off to our next resting place before going back to Singapore. While everyone else were shopping, me,nasirah,shi hui,farah,woonfui,joel,haziq,nabil, wesley and derrick stayed at the hostel and had a kacang party. I wasn't in the mood but still played snap with them and I turned out to be the loser. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Slept awhile and woke up at around 12.50am. Head to Jeram Besu train station and board the train at around 2.15am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjZO8yrXuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3aAG_hHNgkI/s1600-h/home1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjZO8yrXuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3aAG_hHNgkI/s320/home1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271702214697246434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjZOo4YrKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/LLI6XiTznh8/s1600-h/home2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjZOo4YrKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/LLI6XiTznh8/s320/home2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271702209352477858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this time round all of us were in coach 7, except for the teachers. Not much eating but rather ghost stories. Lol. Yes, we have no life. Rhina told us what she saw during the night jungle walk and Farah got scared, actually me too but she decided to quit listenining. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Singapore at around 10+ am. Waited for the bus at Sheng Siong while some people went home on their own. Reached school at around 11+ and we did the usual. KFC :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjZOH_ekYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/VNhwp5bKOmE/s1600-h/kfc1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjZOH_ekYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/VNhwp5bKOmE/s320/kfc1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271702200523854210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were done, we head back home, showered and slept ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjZNzNVoZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1EcbyPu-u3E/s1600-h/Last.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjZNzNVoZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1EcbyPu-u3E/s320/Last.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271702194944844178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To tell you the truth, I don't remember posing like that *points up*. Was I paid to do it? I think it's some other "nabila" and not me. Lololol.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-6317051870441169209?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6317051870441169209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=6317051870441169209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/6317051870441169209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/6317051870441169209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SSjujKQi-SI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ihHQIzTTHKY/s72-c/Diaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755791684095891515.post-5639373894768235488</id><published>2008-11-02T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:59:38.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just give me a few more days and I will update a loooooong post regarding the camp and other stuffs. Heehee :D (Busy people always like this one *coughs*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-5639373894768235488?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5639373894768235488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=5639373894768235488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/5639373894768235488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/5639373894768235488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-give-me-few-more-days-and-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-2651276387313377874</id><published>2008-10-15T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:42:12.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIYYYAAA (beware, long post)</title><content type='html'>End of year exam is over like finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get back most of the results already but *sighs* quite a lot of you know how sucky they are.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I don't have the motivation I had like the previous years. I messaged mom that I did badly this year and all her answer was none other than a "Hehehe." What does that suppose to mean, tell me. I think they are too busy to even care about the results like they used to, I don't know. I think I need some real scoldings, no, I NEED ATTENTION. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please, just turn and look at me for a while. Scold me, shout at me, ANYTHING.  Make me realise the mistakes I've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;No, I'm not going to blame it on anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not you teachers, parents, friends, CCA or whatever else. It's just ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I actually learn a lesson from this year's result. Especially from the Malay language.&lt;br /&gt;It was during this one Malay period not long before the exam. As you know, I am not a malay and I am bad at this language. You don't know how I struggled sometimes to even understand what the teacher is saying. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some particular people&lt;/span&gt; have these incredible sharp tongues. They should win some awards for that.&lt;br /&gt;I was asking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THESE PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt; what's the meaning of this one word.&lt;br /&gt;They answered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eh Nabila, I can't believe you are this stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You don't even know what this word means. I wonder how you even get to be in this band 1 class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Even if it was only a joke, it hurts. Pretty badly. Those sentences keep on ringing in my head, even until now. Not only during that period of time. It's like almost every malay period, all the thing that come out from their motor mouths were the word stupid, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;. But this time round, they really hit the spot. I could not care about this language anymore and chose to just ignore it since I am that stupid. That was why some of you saw me not even doing any of the work and sleeping in class. I even flung the paper. (Luckily my old hag was not in Singapore at that time, so yeah, I can cry like some mofo in my room ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Again, I am NOT blaming anyone. It's just me who is so weak to be affected by these lame stuffs. And to think about it, it's hard for me to recover from this stupid state. Fuck it, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. See, brother. If you're reading this, I'll be really happy. I'm proving to you that I don't have a brilliant brain. I don't do things just like that. I do things according to my mood. If I feel like it, I'll study like one nerd. If there are things that affect me and I don't feel like doing it, I'll be like this, slacking. Kind of selfish, eh? I hate myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I failed, but I failed better&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. ENOUGH &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay today. Had this one student forum thingy at the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teachers&lt;/span&gt;, I'll be reaaaaally glad if you read this. Just to tell you in case you don't or haven't realise this, you are actually shooting every comments we made, back to us. The discussion is going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;And whatever happens to the rule that says "No &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; attack"? You don't know how many people turn to look at me when one of you mention about "the neighbouring country not selling sand to this country". *EHEM* I actually feel '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;personally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;attacked'. I believe there must be a reason to that which this country started first, right? I don't wish to take it as you're being 'countrist' here:D. There are many things I want to mention here about that but I ain't gonna write politics here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like typing anything else here. Maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I agree with you, Haziq. We've got a busy end of year coming up ahead! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-2651276387313377874?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2651276387313377874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=2651276387313377874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/2651276387313377874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/2651276387313377874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/hiyyyaaa-beware-long-post.html' title='HIYYYAAA (beware, long post)'/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-7733827380369145914</id><published>2008-09-24T22:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:15:18.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End - Hiatus</title><content type='html'>HAAH!&lt;br /&gt;Again, I kept neglecting to update. Lazy laah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but these days I've been like so restless. People sitting beside me have to keep on waking me up during lessons *sigh*. Even during lunch time I've been trying my best to grab some sleep. Not bad, you know. Sometimes I can get 35 minutes of sleep xD. Anyway, thank you for keeping me awake ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body feels weak also, especially my hands. I don't know why sometimes it feels like my hands just die. Even sometimes I can't write or simply lift them up. I think I'm really dying. And the excruciating pain on my neck..Seriously, I've been consuming real high dose of painkillers. I think one day you will find me lying on the floor with white foams D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of my sick talk. Exam starts tomorrow and I feel sooo happy that I've finished reading the book Diaz bought me for my birthday. Yes. A Thousands Splendid Suns. Thank you, brother. It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SNpT9GOvQqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nG6qFg0SOM8/s1600-h/ATSS.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SNpT9GOvQqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nG6qFg0SOM8/s320/ATSS.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249600624763290274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every great ending must have their sacrifices. It's such a waste that Mariam has to die. I swear I cried when they execute her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Near the goalpost, the man behind her asked her to stop. Mariam did. Through the crisscrossing grid of her burqa, she saw his shadow arms lift his shadow Kalashnikov.&lt;br /&gt;Mariam wished so much in those final moments. Yet as she closed her eyes, it was not regret any longer but a sensation of abundant peace that washed over her.&lt;br /&gt;                                                     .....................................&lt;br /&gt;Mariam's final thoughts were a few words from the Koran, which she muttered under her breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;He has created the heavens and earth with the truth; He makes the night cover the day and makes the day overtake the night, and He has made the sun and the moon subservient; each one runs on to an assigned term; now surely He is the Mighty, the Great Forgiver. O my Lord! Forgive and have mercy, for you are the best of the merciful ones. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kneel here, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;hamshirah&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. And look down."&lt;br /&gt;One last time, Mariam did as she was told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                    - A Thousand Splendid Suns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. And there's one more thing that I picked up from the book. I'm not trying to be sexist / genderist here but I think these sentences are true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. Always. You remember that, Mariam.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thus I shall end my very long post here and go on hiatus mode :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Heehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-7733827380369145914?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7733827380369145914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=7733827380369145914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/7733827380369145914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/7733827380369145914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/end-hiatus.html' title='The End - Hiatus'/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SNpT9GOvQqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nG6qFg0SOM8/s72-c/ATSS.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755791684095891515.post-8722968295527551457</id><published>2008-09-14T00:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T02:05:03.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>HEHE!&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was like still debating with myself whether or not to go for the International Coastal Clean Up. I mean come on laa, it's so early in the morning and it's raining D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, since I already woke up so early in the morning, might as well go, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Reached school and straight away met Nasirah and Fauzi inside the SJAB room to prepare for first aid kits. We seriously lack of Mopiko. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished packing everything and we're ready to go :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Board this one old bus. It was meant for the 3e4 Biology students but..only 9 turn up. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, you guys missed the fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Pasir Ris Park at around 9.30am .&lt;br /&gt;It was drizzling but luckily me and Fauzi brought our mighty caps :D&lt;br /&gt;And I swear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; was being selfish wearing a poncho *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..So, we were told that we are suppose to cross this one *ehem* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"river"&lt;/span&gt; which was told to have a low tide (only up to our ankles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it turned out to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(JENG JENG JENG!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMvvZTUKvCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BZJwDk3b5Gg/s1600-h/DSC00111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMvvZTUKvCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BZJwDk3b5Gg/s320/DSC00111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245549408963705890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THIS.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yes, you can see our Mr Jackie Chong :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So much for the low tide. When I saw this, first thing first that came up to my mind was.. UNDERGARMENTS. Yes. I swear this morning I was like holding and staring at my extra set for like 5 minutes thinking to bring or not to bring. HAIYOO. Everyone was like asking whether they brought extra set or not but it seemed like everyone was unprepared for this, including teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun laa, apart from the stinking smell. I dont know why but I think I just like cleaning up or you can call it picking up rubbish. I think I won't complain if you dump me into one strange island full with rubbish and I have to clean 'em up. I like to get dirty. MRRRAWRR! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chong said I have got talent in doing so and I shall make it my future job O: YOU MOCKING ME EH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went back, the tide got higher and it was on around my chest level there. I swear I saw Nasirah almost drowned inside.Okay fine, not really. It was on her neck area there. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and scrubbed every part of my body -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random pictures are comming up below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMvyc2zPk9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/dw25TokiDnA/s1600-h/fest"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMvyc2zPk9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/dw25TokiDnA/s320/fest" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245552768563778514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMv30t1oovI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bZkFEM0ObSo/s1600-h/festiv"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMv30t1oovI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bZkFEM0ObSo/s320/festiv" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245558676032889586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I swear this is no Orchard Road. This is just outside my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was actually awaken by this loud "TONG TONG CHANG TONG CHANG!!" And the next thing I saw was people parading outside my house. I was like WTH? What's with the random-ness.&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay since it was pretty. Saw a few lion and dragon dances. I think if Aishah was there, she would faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-8722968295527551457?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8722968295527551457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=8722968295527551457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/8722968295527551457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/8722968295527551457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMvvZTUKvCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BZJwDk3b5Gg/s72-c/DSC00111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755791684095891515.post-6296671218992760753</id><published>2008-09-10T21:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:21:43.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH YAOI IN THE RO SERVERS.</title><content type='html'>Seriously. Me and Roxanne are busy finding people to join forces (sounds like some power ranger stuff. LMAO) to dominate the RO world with GAY LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are dead serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMfRdGDFnbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dKhmddca-T0/s1600-h/The+BL+project.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMfRdGDFnbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dKhmddca-T0/s320/The+BL+project.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244390588866207154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing some researches, we found out that actually there are not many of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;This is a serious case and thus, we are here to spreeeeaaaad (peanut butter!) the &lt;i&gt;Gay Love&lt;/i&gt;. HELL YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in order to get the BL project going, I dug out for pictures in my old Ragnarok files which I swear is full with spiderwebs. And guess what I found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMfPCGDgCSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rAWE4L-7dPo/s1600-h/LOVELOVE..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMfPCGDgCSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rAWE4L-7dPo/s320/LOVELOVE..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244387925988215074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and Roxanne after we got married :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMfOLqQUgHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yFMKs_0wOE0/s1600-h/LOVE..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMfOLqQUgHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yFMKs_0wOE0/s320/LOVE..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244386990812856434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMfNXkrIOqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HVo1C-dNutE/s1600-h/YAOI+LOVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMfNXkrIOqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HVo1C-dNutE/s320/YAOI+LOVE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244386095961488034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shall not elaborate more about what we did after that.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Memories...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;It was when we played this ____RO server, like years ago?&lt;br /&gt;I swear it was a reaally hilarious experience to play in that server. And I think my eyes go blind after playing it (Shall not tell you why *wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes! Go get your asses moving and start to dominate the RO world with GAY LOVE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-6296671218992760753?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6296671218992760753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=6296671218992760753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/6296671218992760753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/6296671218992760753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-are-not-enough-yaoi-in-ro-servers.html' title='THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH YAOI IN THE RO SERVERS.'/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMfRdGDFnbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dKhmddca-T0/s72-c/The+BL+project.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755791684095891515.post-2768499542344244093</id><published>2008-09-09T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:47:22.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for the study mode :D</title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is..I can't stop fidgeting when doing my homework. I can't focus D:&lt;br /&gt;My E.Maths homework is far from done and yet I'm here posting a second post.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, NO LIFE. Thus, I'm coolest :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to prove to you that my coolness is well known:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMaXmSqFSdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FzdrERQO6fI/s1600-h/Comment.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMaXmSqFSdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FzdrERQO6fI/s320/Comment.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244045500218690002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE! See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay if you notice there are so many things at my taskbar, thus proving you that I can't just sit still and do my work without clickin here and there. Hopeless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was so excited to find the full version of the 'My grandfather's clock' song (I know it's for the kindergarten kids but..it's nice xD) and so I told haziq and gave him the link to the website. And 10 seconds later, we found ourselves started to sing like nobody's business. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Future Getai singer indeed :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay shall move on to my Maths D:&lt;br /&gt;God help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-2768499542344244093?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2768499542344244093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=2768499542344244093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/2768499542344244093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/2768499542344244093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-much-for-study-mode-d.html' title='So much for the study mode :D'/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMaXmSqFSdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FzdrERQO6fI/s72-c/Comment.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755791684095891515.post-7030451847275546891</id><published>2008-09-09T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:29:57.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getai Singers.</title><content type='html'>School was fine today. Nothing much apart from Additional Mathematics class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;Since our teacher won't be coming for like 1 month because of re-service, our class has to have mass lecture with the 3E2 in the theaterette for every A.Maths lessons with this particular teacher. It was our first time being taught by her. And yes, I spent the whole 2 periods laughing my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMZ0f_fAcqI/AAAAAAAAADs/FiXuzG6UdJY/s1600-h/Amaths+class.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMZ0f_fAcqI/AAAAAAAAADs/FiXuzG6UdJY/s320/Amaths+class.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244006909085774498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear everytime she talk into the microphone all my hairs are standing. It sounded like some horrible screeching noise. Serious! And her hair was sooo nice today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she'll make a great pair with Nasirah or Haziq as Getai Singers. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;They should start working someday at a restaurant. Eh wait. Getai singers only entertain hungry ghosts, right? I bet later the ghosts lost appetite and start eating them instead. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went to collect Nasirah's specs. Heh! See, Nasirah. If you go out with me, you'll never get lost one! I think i shall take up a part-time job as Singapore's tour guide one day ;D&lt;br /&gt;And I think the man at that shop cheat your money. Who ask you to buy specs at some deserted place. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Natassja on the way home at the traffic light there. I swear we were screaming like some monkeys there and people were like staring. Come on la, it's a rare chance to see an old friend right? :D &lt;i&gt; I really hope you're doing fine babe :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-7030451847275546891?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7030451847275546891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=7030451847275546891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/7030451847275546891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/7030451847275546891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/getai-singers.html' title='Getai Singers.'/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMZ0f_fAcqI/AAAAAAAAADs/FiXuzG6UdJY/s72-c/Amaths+class.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755791684095891515.post-3096441614782939497</id><published>2008-09-08T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:43:48.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>School was okay, apart from the falling asleep during every period. Yes, I fell asleep for like 10 minutes for each period. Today we had 2 periods of English, 2 periods of Additional Mathematics, 3 periods of Biology and 1 period of CE. Each period is 35 minutes, thus *takes out calculator and starts calculating* I've lost 80 minutes of 'PRECIOUS' education. OMGWTFBBQ! ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess was soooooooo NOISY. This is what happen if you put Cool Empire (Haziq and me) and Cute Empire (Alif and Shi Hui) together. Noise pollution :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that actually it's 17 more days to EOYE. Scary huh?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even start my *ehem* &lt;i&gt;intensive revision&lt;/i&gt;. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discussed a little bit more about camp in school and after that went home. I was again, due ti the lack of sleep last night, felt very sleepy and start to doze off infront of my laptop -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5.30 and just realised that I'll be having my usual Chemistry tuition at 6 *GASP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tuition teacher got pissed cause i didn't do her homework. She told me she'll bring a whip for the next lesson which is tomorrow. *Dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having wild imagination of her becoming devil....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMU1psvB7NI/AAAAAAAAADk/vjCWHY8QpKc/s1600-h/devil+in+disguise.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMU1psvB7NI/AAAAAAAAADk/vjCWHY8QpKc/s320/devil+in+disguise.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243656331642137810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think I'll really die if she sees this. Lol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To my dearest mum where-ever you are right now:&lt;br /&gt;I know you won't read this but i just want to say this to you.&lt;br /&gt;Please stay strong. It hurts like hell, i know. Just with that one message you sent me, I cried the whole night. But we all went through this before. I'm sure we'll make it through again this time. Don't carry the burden yourself, share it with us.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, mom. We all do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-3096441614782939497?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3096441614782939497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=3096441614782939497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/3096441614782939497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/3096441614782939497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMU1psvB7NI/AAAAAAAAADk/vjCWHY8QpKc/s72-c/devil+in+disguise.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755791684095891515.post-4513716856537250729</id><published>2008-09-07T21:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:04:50.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>Lol. Yeah, I'm so bored I think I can die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually doing my homework for tomorrow but oh well. I'M HUNGRY!!!!!!!  D:&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I can't do anything when I'm super hungreh like right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope some kind soul who read this would drop by and buy me peach yoghurt bubble tea with pearls and some chocolate waffles :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the result of my boredom:&lt;br /&gt;Took out my mighty 5 mega pixel phone and start taking random picture.&lt;br /&gt;Thus I'm COOLEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMPZHogYkVI/AAAAAAAAADc/3v2rK3DLlA8/s1600-h/Messed+up"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMPZHogYkVI/AAAAAAAAADc/3v2rK3DLlA8/s320/Messed+up" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243273116344947026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My study table. Cool huh? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As you can see..  actually have no idea what I'm doing. I feel so screwed up that I just pile up all the work need to be done for tomorrow and just do them randomly. Tsk tsk&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And if you notice, it's dark. My main light suddenly die on me and so yeah, I have no choice but to study in the dark for now. My eyes hurt like hell, I tell you.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IM HUNGRYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-U-N-G-R-Y D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk *points below*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMPYG5hvO9I/AAAAAAAAADU/ydRHkPnLeIU/s1600-h/BANQUET"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMPYG5hvO9I/AAAAAAAAADU/ydRHkPnLeIU/s320/BANQUET" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243272004222532562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Banquet's sweet and sour chicken cutlet rice with peach tea :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! LOLOL! Reminds me of the dinner together with Haziq, Fauzi and Nasirah, which in the end, cause all of us to have this excruciating pain in the tummy. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, Haziq and Fauzi still have some more space for chocolate waffles. Tsk tsk. You guys are growning fat! :B &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD FOOD FOOD! I WANT FOOD :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-4513716856537250729?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4513716856537250729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=4513716856537250729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/4513716856537250729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/4513716856537250729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SMPZHogYkVI/AAAAAAAAADc/3v2rK3DLlA8/s72-c/Messed+up' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755791684095891515.post-7227883298671719763</id><published>2008-09-07T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:06:53.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaaaaaaaack! HUZZAH!</title><content type='html'>ROFLMAO! *points to title*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why but yesterday I got the sudden urge to blog. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, everyone else are on HIATUS mode while mine is just REVIVED from the hiatus mode. Funny huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow school re-open and there are still tonnes of homework i haven't do. I'm hopeless. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;While everyone is like mugging for the End of Year Exam, I'm here, doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided not to go to Nasirah's blog from yesterday onwards. You know why? Because the first thing that you'll see is the photo of Biology textbook and notebook and E.Maths worksheet which i haven't even touch. SCREW YOU! Hmph! Thus, I'm coolest :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare at my school work and they stare back at me. I feel like saying this to the school work: KUA SIMI KUA~ (It is the chinese saying for "See what see" )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIYAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is going to be quite a long post since some beroks (monkeys) tagged me to do this quiz xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The person who tag/pass you this?&lt;br /&gt;- Haziq and Shi Hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;- Their my berok crime partners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your five impression of him/her?&lt;br /&gt;- Haziq: Act cool, white, chinese blood (inside joke), noisy, BEROK :D&lt;br /&gt;-Shi Hui: Act cute, step shy and quiet, noisy, Alif's crime partner, BEROK :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you?&lt;br /&gt;- Haziq: Adopt me into the Cool Empire&lt;br /&gt;- Shi Hui: Chanting the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;' Good job, snap twist lock'  &lt;/span&gt;lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she has said to you?&lt;br /&gt;- They're not memorable enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she become your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;- Haziq:..................... Someone will kill me&lt;br /&gt;- Shi Hui: Umm..not bad actually. Lmao! But i'll also be killed by someone ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If she/he became your lover, he/she has to improve on?&lt;br /&gt;- Haziq: Stop saying that you're coolest cause I AM COOLEST :D&lt;br /&gt;- Shi Hui: Nothing xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  If he/she became my enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;- Haziq: I'll make sure i take over the throne of the Cool Empire&lt;br /&gt;- Shi Hui: I'll tell everyone the BEROK story of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she became your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;- Haziq: I've become coolest of course&lt;br /&gt;- Shi Hui: I've become cutest :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;- Haziq: Kick him in the ass and make sure he roll down the road&lt;br /&gt;- Shi Hui: secret (heeheehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;-  B-E-R-O-K !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How you think people around you will feel about you&lt;br /&gt;- *heehee*   :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The characters you love of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;- My irresistibly coolness of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary, the characters you hate yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;- _________  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;- Myself (Shi Hui, snap twist lock!) LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For people who care and like you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;- Buy me peach yoghurt bubble tea with pearls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to first 10 person that you can think of, how they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;1. Haziq&lt;br /&gt;2. Aishah&lt;br /&gt;3. Shi Hui&lt;br /&gt;4. Nasirah&lt;br /&gt;5. Farah&lt;br /&gt;6. Alif&lt;br /&gt;7. Diaz&lt;br /&gt;8. Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;9. Fauzi&lt;br /&gt;10. My dog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is no.6 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Alif: Hmmm... Not sure. But he's very popular with the sec 1s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is no.9 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;Fauzi: Male. DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If no. 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;Diaz &amp;amp; my dog: HAHAHAHAHAHA! Yeah i think so. They'll make a great partner. MUAHAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is no. 2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;Aishah: Minahchiology, she loves muthusamy money money, berokology (sounds like broccoli)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time you had a chat with no 3?&lt;br /&gt;Shi Hui: 40 minutes ago (11.10am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What kind of music band does no.8 like?&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: Hmmm.. Not sure. Maybe some chinese band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Does no.1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Haziq: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Will you woo no.3?&lt;br /&gt;Shi Hui: HEHEHEHEK! Sureee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How abt no.7?&lt;br /&gt;Diaz: Eh hello?! *HIE!* He's my brother -___-" NO THANKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Is no.4 Single?&lt;br /&gt;Nasirah: No, she double. LMAO. Jk. I dont think so *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is the surname of no.5?&lt;br /&gt;Farah: Pink. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What's the hobby of no.10?&lt;br /&gt;My dog: Eat my slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.  Does no. 5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;Farah &amp;amp; Fauzi: LOL. They're the F family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Where is no.2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;Aishah: Same like haziq's answer. A jungle where berok live and it's called WRSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Talk something casually about no. 1.&lt;br /&gt;Haziq: Yo! I'm coolest and you're not. I'll make sure i give you a kick in the ass tomorrow. You getai singer. Stop murdering me in Gunz. Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Where does no.9 live at?&lt;br /&gt;Fauzi: Umm..Somewhere just across the school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What colour does no. 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;Nasirah: White? or is it Red?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Are no.5 and no.1 best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Farah &amp;amp; Haziq: Lol. The three of us always go to school together. Yes, they're the ex-sensitive partners. Lmao. They used to start World War 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Does no.1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;Haziq: I think he used to. A cat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Diaz: *FAINTS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       ***** Done *****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haziq, help me find for a song can? :B *angel&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                &lt;p class="post-footer"&gt;                      &lt;/p&gt;                                                                                                                              &lt;p class="post-footer"&gt;                      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-7227883298671719763?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7227883298671719763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=7227883298671719763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/7227883298671719763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/7227883298671719763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-baaaaaaaaaaack-huzzah.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaaaaaaaack! HUZZAH!'/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-3996333722722841624</id><published>2008-07-27T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:00:37.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God, I hate to be alone like this.&lt;br /&gt;Hope someone will realise it.&lt;br /&gt;No,wait, they realised it but they just couldn't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go home...&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;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;please..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-3996333722722841624?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3996333722722841624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=3996333722722841624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/3996333722722841624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/3996333722722841624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-i-hate-to-be-alone-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-4240397091687414391</id><published>2008-05-01T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:44:49.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHMYGOD! I just realised that it has been such an alalalala looooooooooooooooooong time i never update. hehehehek. Nevermind. But first of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAZIQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;actcool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SBkfYNzte_I/AAAAAAAAACo/_rN1VuwFtCU/s1600-h/IMG_+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SBkfYNzte_I/AAAAAAAAACo/_rN1VuwFtCU/s320/IMG_+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195218146032450546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your wish(es) on the donut come true :D&lt;br /&gt;Hope you will get whiter as you get older :D&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll pass every of the exams with LALATING (FLYING) colours! :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebration was superb yesterday, hope you like it, Ziq. Especially the macaroni and the hiding-from-teachers part. hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay laa..it's time for me to go back mugging for MYE. *Riiiiiight*&lt;br /&gt;I'll just end up continuing to play. hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;It's either my blog will go into hiatus mode again or it'll be updated. Lazy laa.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Let me say it once more..HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ACTION! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-4240397091687414391?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4240397091687414391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=4240397091687414391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/4240397091687414391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/4240397091687414391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2008/05/ohmygod-i-just-realised-that-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SBkfYNzte_I/AAAAAAAAACo/_rN1VuwFtCU/s72-c/IMG_+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755791684095891515.post-4157838642241264409</id><published>2008-05-01T15:08:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:55:00.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was quite shocked just now when mum called. What made me even more shock-er is that when she mentioned that she is very very very lonely without the presence of blackie and the pups. They were given to my dad's friend for a while because my mom is afraid that cars might just bang accidentally onto the pups as they had just learnt how to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they can walk. How cute is that? Sadly I cant go back. Cant see them grow day by day D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This proves that dogs DO affect their owners in one way or another despite the owner that at first, don't really care about them (my mum).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyayayaya...I'm starting to yearn to go back as soon as possible already :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay wait. I shall stop day dreaming about going back cause the reality now is that i've got EXAMS to attend to and some crappy-farty extra classes during the june hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SBl3G9ztfDI/AAAAAAAAADM/TRqCwSOqsKU/s1600-h/blackie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SBl3G9ztfDI/AAAAAAAAADM/TRqCwSOqsKU/s320/blackie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195314606702951474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my black beauty:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-4157838642241264409?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4157838642241264409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=4157838642241264409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/4157838642241264409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/4157838642241264409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-was-quite-shocked-just-now-when-mum_7795.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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/_2MyU4wNLpCE/SBl3G9ztfDI/AAAAAAAAADM/TRqCwSOqsKU/s72-c/blackie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755791684095891515.post-5191066215183633805</id><published>2008-03-05T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:03:20.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I was dendomly feeling so lucky though somewhat uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my dad was dendomly walking with me to farah's block saying that he wants to have some morning exercise. But I dont know why I felt that he's just lying (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wanting some patching up session)&lt;/span&gt; and that though he's just beside me, I feel like as if he's so far away D;  The feeling is too scary. I mean he's my own dad but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I'm getting emo.&lt;br /&gt;But its okay since tonight he's sleeping in the hotel. I'm on my own tonight. There's a high possibility that on friday i cant go online cause I'll be sleeping in hotel too :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay. Get back Add.Maths result and I finally finished my Add.Maths homework sehh! Malay was so panton-ish (poem-ish) and Milkshake-ish. Heheheh! *hints hints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt do my panton. Heh! Instead of doing panton, my foolscap is full with scribbling on GIGI *hints hints*. AHHAHAHHAH! But at least I helped Aishah with the panton ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Aishah (smirking) : Nabila is the name, panton is the game.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just dont know why but Nabil's panton on "patriotisme" (patriotism) keeps on playing in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabil's panton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Saya suka Singapura (I like Singapore)&lt;br /&gt;Singapura suka saya (Singapore like me)&lt;br /&gt;Jika anda suka Singapura (If you like Singapore)&lt;br /&gt;Anda mesti sukakan saya :D (You must've liked me too)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Perasan, I know, but oh well.my cousin. HAHAHAHAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats 3/4 and 4/3 for making it to the finals for debate. *evil smirk*&lt;br /&gt;3/2 and 3/5, YOU GUYS DID SO VERY WELL! ITS JUST THAT THE JUDGE DONT KNOW HOW TO GIVE MARKS PROPERLY LA! HAIYOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can really go for Heritage Trail instead of that &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;leadership&lt;/s&gt; leadershit&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; training thingy this friday ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-5191066215183633805?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5191066215183633805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=5191066215183633805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/5191066215183633805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/5191066215183633805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-i-was-dendomly-feeling-so-lucky.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-4274246448533019225</id><published>2008-03-04T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T21:17:18.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt; SORRY &lt;/s&gt; , BUT I AM TOO PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Since I have nothing to blog about, let me write what I did today and yesterday in DETAILS. Yesterday, I went home at around 6+. Reached home, eat takoyaki and then set alarm (to ring at 7.45) before sleeping. Yes, the alarm rung but i turn it off and tell myself to sleep for another 5 more minutes. Thinking that I can wake up, i didnt snooze it. And guess what happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, everything was like so dark ( my lights turned off). Took my handphone and check what time it was. 4 am. HOLY MOLY! I woke up, take out my E maths books and start doing them. Finished at 6am and sleep until 7. Woke up, bath and wore school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going out of the house, I was debating with myself whether to eat or not before going to school. Looked at my watch and it shows 7.30am, still got time! So went to the kitchen and opens AAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLL THE CABINETS searching for something that contains lots of glucose. *opens fridge finding for red bull*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothingness. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wait! I found........BREAD! HAHAHAH! Grab one piece and just ate it plain while walking to Farah's block. As usual, I'm always the ferst one to arrive. HEHEHEH! (EH HELLO! *HIE* I GOT THE PHOBIA OF COMING LATE ON TUESDAYS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone arrive (that is Haziq, Farah and Me), we started walking to school and it drizzles. In my heart I was like " YESSAH! RAIN RAIN! NO PE, NO RUNNING" lol. but....&lt;br /&gt;The drizzles stops and well, we gotta go for PE and it was frigging COLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran 2.4km (3 rounds of admiral garden) and this is where ALLLL the problems starts. Everyone knows the paths were fucking slippery and so we jogged carefully as so not to injure ourselves. That time I was in my second round, running happily with adeline and was really REALLY concentrating on running. And then suddenly...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THUMPPPPIAKKK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHAM CAME RUNNING IN A HURRY AND PUSH ME ASIDE SOO FUCKIN HARD THAT I ALMOST FELL ON THE GRASS PATCH. LUCKY ARH GOT THE EXERCISE THINGY THERE FOR ME TO HOLD ON. IF NOT I GONNA FALL &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FLAT&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; ON THE GROUND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOLYCOWZOMGWTFBBQ! THIS WHAT MADE ME SO PISSED. I SWEAR, I GONNA HAVE A PROPER REVENGE ON HIM. &lt;/span&gt;a painful one of course.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After PE, it was english. Imagine how tiring it was. We had to climb to the 4th floor which is like CLIMBING MOUNT EVEREST. YES. seriously. Thats the feeling you would have: difficulty in breathing, legs so wobbly, head spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Faraz was secretly watching me. WTF. As usual, if you get sleepy, you will stretch yourself while sitting or standing right? Okay, that time I was like sitting down and stretch myself and Mr Faraz was like giving me THAT dirty look and was saying," Nabila......." and before he continues, I cut him off ,"What the hell? I was just stretching myself!" and rolled my eyes. LOL. Ivan was like give me the ehem ehems. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT, CRAP! I NEED TO MOVE ON WITH MY A MATHS! I WAS ONLY GOING TO CONTINUE TELLING ABOUT MY DENDOM (random) DAD. next time then. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sham, you are so going to get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-4274246448533019225?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4274246448533019225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=4274246448533019225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/4274246448533019225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/4274246448533019225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/sorry-but-i-am-too-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-7312826220161509478</id><published>2008-02-10T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:04:22.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH! I DID IT AGAIN! *sigh* I've been so lazy to blog these days due to non-stop bleaching and bleach and MORE bleaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are over than 1001 things I wanna blog about but it seems impossible due to my lazyness and also i-dont-know-where-to-start-ness. Just to think of it make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished watching bleach (see, bleach again. haiyo!) until episode 159. Cant wait for next week for episode 160. GRRR! And Haziq had been bugging me to read the manga. The problem is..once I start to read manga..I'll know everything that's going to happen and that makes the video not THAT interesting any more. And since i rejected his offer..Spoilers all come out. HAIYO! hahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried HABBO and ZOMG! The characters are all so unhuman-like! They look like some flat, distorted monster from some kind of other galaxy. But despite all the weird stuffs, I used the boy character and name him PUSHPOP! (with the exclaimation mark). HEHEHEHEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just get to know that I'll be going for public duty with Aishah tomorrow. WORSE STILL, its for the SOCCER match. HAIYO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of Farah. She'll go all OMG imagining massaging HAIRY LEGS because of sprain. worse still. Dah lah the guys tak HOT, hairy pulak! HAHAHAHHAHAHA! farah farah..tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lawlawtuelle(: says:&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;- Lawlawtuelle(: says:&lt;br /&gt;i blogging&lt;br /&gt;   ₪ Haziq     says:&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY&lt;br /&gt;- Lawlawtuelle(: says:&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;- Nasirah says:&lt;br /&gt;finally lalat blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH! I dont know i got so many fans. HAHAHAHAHHA! Okay lalat, stop it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-7312826220161509478?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7312826220161509478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=7312826220161509478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/7312826220161509478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/7312826220161509478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/damn-it-ahh-i-did-it-again-sigh-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-1133995427750310604</id><published>2008-01-29T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:13:20.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ADOI LA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO HELL WITH  MALAY DEBATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously so pissed everytime I think about debate. Those who track down our blogs (we know that you're reading every single thing we write)..please read this! I'm writing a freaking feedback  so that whoever you are, you can tell the teachers this for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant the teacher like at least understand that we just came back from OBS and that we need more time to think? Some more you put us all, those from OBS, in the same group. It's effing irritating everytime you teachers dont give a damn about us who is left behind and think that it's easy to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;GRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the pissing part. Let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our 2.4 trial run today. And guess what? I fail just because I'm a few seconds late. WTF right? Actually it didnt matter i fail or pass, its the experience that counts (CEWAH!). YEAH RIGHT! AND WHAT EXPERIENCE DO I GET? A laughing experience watching Nabil and Aziz non stop being scolded for taking short cuts. AHHAHAHAHAHA! padan muker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had our recess. I was seriously hungry but due to the time I only manage a burger and chrisantimum tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Emaths and surprisingly, I'm not lost. It's just that what I told you guys..Emaths is way easier than Amaths. *mr shah's smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLA BLA BLA and we had english with Faraz again. I hate to admit it but since he taught us, I suddenly fell in love with english eh! not the teacher -.-. I dont know why everytime he always get surrounded by girls. But sad to say..its not those pretty ones. Its those minah minah gemok maner dahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our lunch after that and continue with SS. SUI SEN! no la.. So&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Studies. Since it was raining heavily outside, Mr Tay decided to spend 3/4 of the period to tell us ghost stories. See! He so good right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finished up my Malay composition which take years to do it. And then went to KFC with Haziq and tapau Banditto back home. oh ya! not forgetting our takoyaki *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, bathed, eat and then sleep; Woke up again and planning to go on watching Bleach *hints hints to Ziq* And seriously..TO HELL WITH DEBATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-1133995427750310604?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1133995427750310604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=1133995427750310604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/1133995427750310604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/1133995427750310604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2008/01/adoi-la-to-hell-with-malay-debate.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-1361988042178279084</id><published>2008-01-28T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:53:09.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sometimes don't understand this but it keeps on happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are just times when i REAAAAAALLLY hate my brother that I feel like killing him and there are also times when I REAAAAAAAAALLY love him as my one and only brother. For example, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He suddenly out of nowhere joke around with me. He said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MY BROTHER: eh you know what?! Haziqah's sister told me this one funny fact: Boys are good in doing multi-tasking. One good example is that....(expecting some good stuffs)........ they can fart while sleeping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ME: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!&lt;/span&gt; TRUE TRUE! AND ONE GOOD EXAMPLE IS..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*DRUMROLLS*..........YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MY BROTHER (while laughing his ass off): Shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then I asked him about Haziqah (his girlfriend la):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ME: eh..why long time i never heard about her already ah? you broke up edi issit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MY BROTHER: no lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ME: REALLY? that means you're like holding a string waiting for it to be cut off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MY BROTHER: yeah..somehow like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ME: *smiling so widely* ( YESSAH! HE BREAKING UP SOON) then why never break up? For sure waiting for her to do a mistake ferst right? *hehehek emoticon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MY BROTHER: OH MY GOD! HOW YOU KNOW? HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ME: sisterly instinct lah babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MY BROTHER: HI  5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tsk tsk.. Very bad, I know. But come on la! That's what you all gonna do too right? I know la! HEHEHHEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OKAY. Let us now touch on the school part. Unglamorous, i know, but its just that it need to be told...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FIRST TIME IN MY WHOLE LIFE  I WOULD RATHER GO BACK TO JUNGLE THAN GOING TO SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seriously sehh.. I dont even understand what the teachers all blabbering about. Especially Additional Mathematics. Mr Lim was like going on and on and on and on like no body's bussiness and those who went for OBS went all huh? and huh? and huh? and scratch head and scratch head and scratch head. URGH i really hate to be left behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And yes, why must every good times come to an end? Just only when me and my brother starts joking around like two mad dogs, mom mentions something about really,REALLY sending my brother to australia to study. It makes me wanna cry everytime i think about it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I mean come on la..If he go to Australia..who will i fight with? Who will I ask questions to? Who will I joke with? And what if when he go to Australia..we'll talk less and then..it'll feel so awkward talking to each other..I mean..CAN YOU FREAKING IMAGINE THAT? Talking to you own brother so awkwardly..I'M SCARED.seriously I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-1361988042178279084?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1361988042178279084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=1361988042178279084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/1361988042178279084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/1361988042178279084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2008/01/ahahahahahhahah-i-sometimes-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-1393570461983074086</id><published>2008-01-26T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T18:30:21.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM BAAAAAAAAACK PEEPS!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I AM VERY SORRY CAUSE I DIDN'T BLOG FOR SUCH A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LONG LONG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so happen that my blog is on HIATUS. again. For those who have no idea what 'hiatus'  is, it's time to open up your old-and-full-of-spider-web-dictionary and read up.( LMAO! I act like I so good in english like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..So I am back to school again with such an incredibly non-logical timetable&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It's just that there will be one particular day which only require us to bring such a little amount of books and there is the day which have all the heavy-books-subject. Not balanced right? Damn it. This reminds me of Joshua who keeps on saying "Must maintain balance!" OMG I really miss Sui Sen. );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. By the way I just only came back from OBS yesterday. It was really undescribable. The experience I got from it was like ohmygodly beyond expectation. It's just that OBS really left a mark in my heart ); I'm not going to blog about OBS camp so that I won't be a spoiler for those who's going OBS later in march or april.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just only when I got back home from OBS yesterday, my granma and my aunt was staring at me with their eyes popping out and mouth dropped. After like 10 seconds of silence, they went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt and granma (almost in the same timing): OH MY GOD! DINDA! (they called me dinda at home) Why you so black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (-.-)  why must everytime i come back from camp only you guys always greet me with that question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt:No. seriously. This time round the difference is really obvious go and take a look at the mirror if you dont believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me turning to granma hoping she will side me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granma: No, seriously.. go and take a look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cricket sound*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;GRRRRR!! See..they so bad right? I know la I got darker..But whats with the reaction? D: LOL la! Actually right, I spare my skin for the st john's training you know..but too bad la eh, OBS burnt me like the grilled chicken at the Cold Storage (the fresh food people~) there. ROFLMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just only came back from OBS yesterday, the st john's people who attended the NCO course, including me, have to go for Passing Out Parade today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;CONGRATULATIONS EH YOU ALL!!! NOW WE OFFICIALLY SERGEANTS ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; There's no need to "step-sergeant" anymore. HAHAHHAHAHHA! But guys..you all have to remember what haziq said last time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREATER POWER COMES GREATER RESPONSIBILITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Spiderman's uncle (ROFLMAO la you all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY guys. I think thats about it for today. I was thinking of changing the blogskin and song cause its like so outdated already. hehehek. So yeah guys..just wait till I found a nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUI SEN IS LOVE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-1393570461983074086?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1393570461983074086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=1393570461983074086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/1393570461983074086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/1393570461983074086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-baaaaaaaaack-peeps-i-am-very-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-8478840415360441354</id><published>2007-12-07T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T23:18:00.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY!!!!!!!! TAAAAAAAAADAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW SONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY CURRENTLY IM FALLING IN LOVE WITH THIS SONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post about my camp experience some other day. So lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S ALL FOR TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOODDDDLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-8478840415360441354?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8478840415360441354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=8478840415360441354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/8478840415360441354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/8478840415360441354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-taaaaaaaaadaaaaaaaaaaa-new-song.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-711522741843125554</id><published>2007-11-26T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T13:44:25.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Haziq says:&lt;br /&gt;blog abt theory phase, u did say ure gonna post soem other day&lt;br /&gt;- Haziq says:&lt;br /&gt;post abt ur current feelings&lt;br /&gt;- Haziq says:&lt;br /&gt;ur current anoyances&lt;br /&gt;- Haziq says:&lt;br /&gt;ur bri's BBQ&lt;br /&gt;- Haziq says:&lt;br /&gt;*bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THOSE ARE THE THINGS I'M GONNA BLOG TODAY. THANKS ZIQ (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THEORY PHASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH~~ It's the end of Theory Phase 2007. It's like we're now PARTIALLY free. *SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to do my MOI first aid and to practise for Footdrill test.&lt;br /&gt;We did our MOI footdrill. I can say I did okay la apart from some points that I forgot to mention. Sometimes I just wonder why can't we just straight away go home after our turn finished. It's like so tiring BANGING here and there non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Farah and I and some other people from BRAVO couldn't stop laughing at this one girl. Her supposedly to be command was "3 langkah ke belakang, gerak" which means 3 steps to the back, move. BUT she said it as "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERANGKAK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" which means "crawling" ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!! GAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA! okay seeesh! I'm so bad. HAHAHAH. And also there's this one girl who said "hentak kaki, cepat JALAN" omg! this one I seriously burst out laughing. I mean, come on! She should pay more attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had our Footdrill session before the last parade. For a second I thought I'm gonna die there when suddenly my eyes are closed and can't be opened for like 5 secs. The sun was SCORCHING HOT like ohmygod! But I survived. After that I was dragging my feet home. Seriously painful. Went home and pamper myself in the bathroom till my granma knocks on the door thinking I might have died in the bathroom. LOL -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HAVE BEEN TAGGED BY FARAH LIKE WEEKS AGO. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVOURITES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite colour: purple&lt;br /&gt;Favourite movie: The Gameplan (it made me wish that my dad is like that)&lt;br /&gt;Favourite food: my mom's specially made spaghetti *DROOLS*&lt;br /&gt;Favourite sport: is ice skating counted as sports?&lt;br /&gt;Favorite day: today (so if tmr u ask me whats my favourite day, I'll still answer today cause there's no day the same as yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;Favourite season: summer (Kai &lt;3) Favourite ice cream: caramel brownies vanilla ice cream (the Haagendasz one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CURRENTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: hungry,bored&lt;br /&gt;Current clothes: my pajamas&lt;br /&gt;Current desktop: umm I dont use desktop, I use my acer laptop &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Current time: 12.40PM&lt;br /&gt;Current annoyances: my cousins all crying like fcuk I think my ears can burst anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First best friend: Stanley&lt;br /&gt;First crush: Stanley&lt;br /&gt;First movie: Power Rangers&lt;br /&gt;First lie: "I didn't lie"&lt;br /&gt;First music: some Indonesians lullabies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LASTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last drink: mineral water&lt;br /&gt;Last crush: my bro's friend.this hot guy.. keh, I'm not telling the name in case my bro read this&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: mom's call from indonesia&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played: Zoo Tycoon 2 extinct animal edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated one of your good friends: like what Farah n Ziq said, going out with 'em is called date already.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken the law: downloading from illegal resource,stealing,vandalising O.O&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been arrested: counselled by the police cause I lost my wallet containing my green card&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on TV: Yes. So many times before *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you dont know: no but I WAS KISSED by someone i dont know (I'm just plainly irresistable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RANDOM 5 THINGS YOU ARE GOOD AT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#make people annoyed&lt;br /&gt;#make people cry&lt;br /&gt;#crapping and laughing with YB&lt;br /&gt;#burping&lt;br /&gt;#cursing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 THINGS YOU HAVE DONE TODAY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#wake up&lt;br /&gt;#eat&lt;br /&gt;#go to the toilet&lt;br /&gt;#drink&lt;br /&gt;#make my cousins cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 THINGS YOU CAN HEAR RIGHT NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#&lt;/strong&gt;my cousins sobbing&lt;br /&gt;#my aunt shouting&lt;br /&gt;#granma nagging&lt;br /&gt;#helicopter outside&lt;br /&gt;#my bro's farting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 PEOPLE TO TAG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#YOU&lt;br /&gt;#YOU&lt;br /&gt;#YOU&lt;br /&gt;#YOU&lt;br /&gt;#the small boy beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my bro's BBQ last night, I'll write some other time. This post is very super long already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-711522741843125554?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/711522741843125554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=711522741843125554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/711522741843125554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/711522741843125554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2007/11/haziq-says-blog-abt-theory-phase-u-did.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-7403559212870241584</id><published>2007-11-24T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T23:12:32.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH MY GOD!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note, I'm not gonna blog about the Theory Phase today cause currently I got no mood to do so. Maybe later or tomorrow I'll tell y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BY THE WAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the sudden change of blogskin cause I cant bear the last one. Well, that's what happen when I'm so freaking lazy to find a nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Ziq, thanks by the way. I asked him to give me some inspiration so that I got a "theme" in mind on which blogskin to choose. And he said "happiness". And seriously, I went all "gugugaga" finding a blogskin that kind of match with it xD. Typical Lalat *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..THIS BLOG SONG REMINDS ME OF OUR HIP HOP DANCE SESSION! OMG! I MISS DOING STRETCHING BEFORE DOING OUR STEPS!! AWWWHHHH &lt;strong&gt;*FAINTS*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;however, Mr.CASH sucks ((: TEE HEE HEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..currently I'll be putting this song as my blog song till I find a better one that fits in with the blogskin. Don't worry, it won't take long. Just bear with the fact that I miss stretching so much (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-7403559212870241584?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7403559212870241584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=7403559212870241584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/7403559212870241584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/7403559212870241584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-my-god-take-note-im-not-gonna-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-550153064641349649</id><published>2007-11-23T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T22:55:46.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOMORROW PEOPLE!! TOMORROW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PANIC PANIC!! *run around screaming PUSH POP*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*GASPPPPPP*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEORY PHASE is tomorrow and I'm just totally unprepared. To make things worst, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOI FOOTDRILL!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know la..my command is just "berhenti while marching" (how to stop when marching) but OH WELL.. You know how nervous I can get talking to 30++ people PLUS the officers &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*FAINTS*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know la I did the story telling thingy in front of the whole school of 1100++ people..but AGAIN..this is different. I'm a girl. I'm soft in the heart *bats eye lashes*&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-size:180%;"&gt;PLUSSS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THERE IS CAMP WAITING AHEAD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST WE REALLY DO THIS JUST TO BECOME A SERGEANT? *SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEEMS LIKE THERE'S NO OTHER CHOICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come on NABILA! Its just a few more &lt;s&gt;days&lt;/s&gt; weeks (seems like YEARS to me) *sigh* and we're gonna be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT WAIT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOI FIRST AID AND FOOTDRILL TEST *DIES*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHH! Can I not do the powerpoint presentation with my buddy? I dont even think she's got a computer *confirm dead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And footdrill test...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 30 COMMANDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; must be remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I believe my fellow Yellow Bananas can do it! (((((((:&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Ziq, its not because I stay too long in Singapore that I hate Indonesian songs and sometimes movies. And yes, it is important to know the artist's background, especially the ones that's related to you. And I really mean blood-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-550153064641349649?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/550153064641349649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=550153064641349649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/550153064641349649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/550153064641349649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2007/11/tomorrow-people-tomorrow-panic-panic.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-1345813340800433104</id><published>2007-11-22T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T10:59:33.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay..sorry for the delay of updating my blog for the I dont know how many days. I actually wanna post about YB outing to ETP and about my brother's birthday surprise but..oh well, once I started typing i dont know how to end it cause so much things happened that day *hints hints* xD Maybe some day when I get really bored to death, I will write the post. In the mean time, just read from the rest of the ybs' blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay so..Later, I mean in approximately 2 hours time I'll be having training with the YB. Shi Hui is leaving for Hong Kong today (issit?) awwwww *sigh* Dont forget to bring us some unique things from there, yeah? *mr.shah's smirk*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night, I had some random chat with Ziq in msn. We started with playing pool. Then when it came to the last ball, it is always the HARDEST to put inside the hole. So, to make it more exciting and challenging, we do betting. For the first round, the one who didnt manage to put the ball first must treat water for the next theory phase. And guess what? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WIN! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*mr.shah's smirk* Then we went for the second round. For the second round, the one who didnt manage to put the ball in must treat Hashbrown. And guess what? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WIN AGAIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *mr.shah's even WIDER smirk* Then we went for the THIRD round. This time round we bet SAUSAGE MC MUFFIN...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; any one of us manage to put the last &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;balls inside the hole. Damn, I manage to put the first one in..but the second one...Ziq put it in. DAMMMNN. But nevermind la..I let him win one *heheheheh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OKAY. After betting too much we decided to just chat. AND GUESS WHAT? HAZIQ DREW A COMIC STRIP OF ME! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But some are lame ones *SIGH*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; So here goes..*points down*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/R0ToUmds2jI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9VzPDSnhF7c/s1600-h/Comic+Strip2+(lalat).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135484915729357362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/R0ToUmds2jI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9VzPDSnhF7c/s320/Comic+Strip2+(lalat).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This one Ziq is soo perasan. I wont melt because of YOU la! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/R0ToU2ds2kI/AAAAAAAAACA/qKXhvDoOwNc/s1600-h/Comic+Strip3+(Lalat).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135484920024324674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/R0ToU2ds2kI/AAAAAAAAACA/qKXhvDoOwNc/s320/Comic+Strip3+(Lalat).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I like the first one but..suddenly when it came to the second one..*SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/R0Tv2Gds2oI/AAAAAAAAACg/fuYDUgHFFJo/s1600-h/Comic+Strip4+(Lalat).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135493187836369538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/R0Tv2Gds2oI/AAAAAAAAACg/fuYDUgHFFJo/s320/Comic+Strip4+(Lalat).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YEAHHH! WHY ME? *sad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/R0ToVWds2mI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vSIKlFG9GHY/s1600-h/Comic+Strip5+(Lalat).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135484928614259298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/R0ToVWds2mI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vSIKlFG9GHY/s320/Comic+Strip5+(Lalat).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ZIQ!!!!!!!!! THE LASSSSSSSTTTT ONEEE!! SO UNGLAM SIOLL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/R0ToV2ds2nI/AAAAAAAAACY/w3En_OBIMrY/s1600-h/Comic+Strip+(Lalat).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135484937204193906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/R0ToV2ds2nI/AAAAAAAAACY/w3En_OBIMrY/s320/Comic+Strip+(Lalat).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THIS ONE..NOT BAD! At least I got to be the monster. But the first one..HAIYOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OKAY THATS ALL FOLKS.&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/1755791684095891515-1345813340800433104?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1345813340800433104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=1345813340800433104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/1345813340800433104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/1345813340800433104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2007/11/lolololololololol-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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/_2MyU4wNLpCE/R0ToUmds2jI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9VzPDSnhF7c/s72-c/Comic+Strip2+(lalat).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755791684095891515.post-691533700255649310</id><published>2007-11-18T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:57:19.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YER LA, YER LA, UPDATING LA NI! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry eh. I got no energy to update ah the last 2 days was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was dead tired. Went home, bathed and straight away drop dead on the bed ((: Typical lalat. TEE HEE HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today woke up, bathed and laze around the house. I was seriously BORED TO DEATH. Read the book on how to make candles and after 5 minutes of reading, I found out that I actually fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up again and go sewing with my mum. Seriously, I have no talents to sew and I kept on poking the needle onto my thigh *fcuk,ouch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to cwp for awhile. Ate Ice Kacang at Banquet there and it reminds me of my first english group with Aishah and Hazirah (wassit?) cause we name our group name Ice Kacang.*awwhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can go to etp tomorrow. But everyone is like not sure whether they can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum is going back to indon tomorrow. Hope she will be okay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackie is given away to other people already. Dad said it was best for Blackie. Well whatever eh, Dad. If you give Blackie away, I promise you, I will create a zoo when I grow up later! Blackie has given me soooo much memories. It has been my NUMBER ONE reason why I wanna go back to indon. It made me overcome my fears of dogs. It made me realize why dogs are human's best friends. SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found these paragraphs cute yet logical:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Practice makes perfect;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody is perfect;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then why practice?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If bus station is where the bus stops;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If train station is where the train stops;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my office, I have a work station..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT SHOULD BE WHERE MY WORK STOPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-691533700255649310?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/691533700255649310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=691533700255649310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/691533700255649310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/691533700255649310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2007/11/yer-la-yer-la-updating-la-ni-xd-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-4629649881883073324</id><published>2007-11-14T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T14:31:38.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TAAAAAAAADAAAAAAAAAA!!! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE GOES...MY SO CALLED "UPGRADED" BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I'm sorry about the new skin and song. I got the inspiration from my ybs this morning especially from Ziq for reminding me of THAT guy. Okay SUSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind the tagboard. I chose &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YELLOW &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but came out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-4629649881883073324?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4629649881883073324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=4629649881883073324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/4629649881883073324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/4629649881883073324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2007/11/taaaaaaadaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-8184204819345165819</id><published>2007-10-25T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T15:52:32.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is so much things happening and I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its raining non-stop here and I'm sitting here, waiting for YBs to come back home.&lt;br /&gt;I need and missed my YBs badly. Ais, maybe I'll call you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;The problems with Kok is still unsettled. It's getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I reached Aceh in the morning. Mom made promise that when the rain stopped we will go to my neighbour's house and collect Blackie from them. But the rain didn't stop. When I reached my house I was expecting to just see Blackie's house but it was nowhere to be found. My heart sank slowly like how the Titanic sank &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(okeh lame).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Try to imagine that you are going to this place just to meet someone you really and badly missed but when you reach, that someone is nowhere to be found.*SIGH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KOK, GET THIS MESSAGE RIGHT. YOU WANT TO JUMP DOWN, YOU WANT TO DIE, YOU WANT TO MAKE MY LIFE HARD, I DON'T CARE. I TOTALY DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME. JUST FCUK YOURSELF UPSIDE DOWN.AND YOU TOO, MISS LAM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-8184204819345165819?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8184204819345165819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=8184204819345165819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/8184204819345165819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/8184204819345165819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2007/10/there-is-so-much-things-happening-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-1692338393613180065</id><published>2007-10-10T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T23:21:04.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOBSHIT! Tomorrow school and I'm still here. Well, SO WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow mom and dad coming *SIGH* I'm scared to tell them about my marks, not like as if I know any. But still..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;No improvements in HM. Its winter now and it gets so dull and boring. Can't plant any vege nor fruits *SIGH* But SUMMER COMIN UP SOON, ya know what I mean((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To Aishah, I'm sorry I can't go to Geylang just now cause need to go sembawang and shop. Really really sorry, babe): I end up going home alone with 10kg of things in my hands cause Diaz left me to his GF's house. So sadd )):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm becoming more like nenek *hints hints*, go shopping la, clean up house la..*SIGH* I miss the old me where I can just laze and gelek my cutest ass *hints hints* around((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT TO WATCH RESIDENT EVIL EXTINCTION!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, Diaz please? *SIGH*  I know la... you would rather go with your GF *SIGH*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-1692338393613180065?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1692338393613180065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=1692338393613180065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/1692338393613180065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/1692338393613180065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2007/10/gobshit-tomorrow-school-and-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-7863525925391437640</id><published>2007-10-09T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T00:10:16.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/RwunndrijhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kGIbI1h0Las/s1600-h/Harvest+Moon+-+More+Friends+of+Mineral+Town+(U)_05.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119369697860685330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/RwunndrijhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kGIbI1h0Las/s320/Harvest+Moon+-+More+Friends+of+Mineral+Town+(U)_05.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/RwunYtrijgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-KGOJ5x44qE/s1600-h/Harvest+Moon+-+More+Friends+of+Mineral+Town+(U)_06.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119369444457614850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/RwunYtrijgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-KGOJ5x44qE/s320/Harvest+Moon+-+More+Friends+of+Mineral+Town+(U)_06.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAI&lt;/strong&gt; left me *sigh*. Summer's over and he got to go back to his hometown. He said this on the last day after I gave him pineapples, "I'm thinking of not leaving this town cause I want to stay with you." And I go all &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*FAINTS*&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He even wished me happy birthday~~ AHHHH! why do you have to leave me~ *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its all because of that damn &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BED &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that I can't propose him.Haizz.. But at least he came just for me during the Full Moon Festival~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY DAMNIT. I've been like totally blogging about HM. I need to take a break, man. HM totally rocks my pants off! Nats joining also.AHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right here and right now I'm chatting with 4 people at one go which is like so confusing for me. One is Aishah who asked me about putting henna tomorrow for hari raya and Haziq goes, "eh minahchi pakai henna bleh nampak ke? tangan terlalu gelapkan.." Which means.."eh minahchi (Aishah's indian name) wear henna can see meh? The hands too dark what.." &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMN THAT ZIQ!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(LOOK WHO's TALKING, DUDE. *hints hints*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is going to be tomorrow. *SIGH* Our debate money ($75) dah &lt;strong&gt;melayang&lt;/strong&gt; (fly away), goodbye oh &lt;strong&gt;sayang&lt;/strong&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-7863525925391437640?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7863525925391437640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=7863525925391437640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/7863525925391437640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/7863525925391437640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2007/10/kai-left-me-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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/_2MyU4wNLpCE/RwunndrijhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kGIbI1h0Las/s72-c/Harvest+Moon+-+More+Friends+of+Mineral+Town+(U)_05.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755791684095891515.post-6805132008391894388</id><published>2007-10-08T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T00:18:00.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;YESSA ZIQ! I SMELLED FREEDOM TOO. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(EXCEPT FOR SOME "PENG" SMELL COMING OUT FROM SOMEONE *hints hints*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Had our last day of EOY just now. Maths Paper 2 was okay except for the graph. BLEARGHS! Art was worse. I colour too much that somehow my index finger was bend into some awkward position and I cant even move it for like 2 mins and I have to bend it to the normal position. For a second I tought my finger was broken -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Still talking about art, after like finish colouring everything, I stare at my work, thinking that something was missing. Like after 5 secs I was stiffling my giggles. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FORGOT TO DRAW MY BANANA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Went home with Ais, Rawr and Syrup. Drenched from head to toe. To Farah, I told you not to wave at the banglas already! See lah! What if they come and cross the road then wait for you at the bus stop? &lt;strong&gt;HA! &lt;/strong&gt;I'll be laughing my ass off by then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Went home straight away on comp. Play HM for awhile until got no mood to play already. Ziq was telling me to put all my animals outside and fence them to raise their affection. I cant make fences around the field somehow and that made me think of restarting the whole game again. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ziq, Im not marrying my cows or sheeps or chickens or dog or horse. I dont give a damn about their affection towards me. Okay..at least a little bt still..oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So luckily i didnt restart the whole game and still keep my animals indoor. I was soooo VERY lucky cause a few days after that they announced that there will be TYPHOON and I have to keep the animals indoor. &lt;strong&gt;HENG AH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; At least I dont have waste my time pushing my cows' and sheeps' heavy butts.&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;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEEHEEHEE.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-6805132008391894388?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6805132008391894388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=6805132008391894388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/6805132008391894388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/6805132008391894388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2007/10/yessa-ziq-i-smelled-freedom-too.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-4858273291703109721</id><published>2007-10-07T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T23:29:23.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/Rwj6vNrijfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JJWKJYAlCqM/s1600-h/4023977953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118616665539644914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MyU4wNLpCE/Rwj6vNrijfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JJWKJYAlCqM/s320/4023977953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH MY GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haven't study for my Maths Paper 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haven't study for my Maths Paper 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haven't study for my Maths Paper 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just only finish my art (11.09PM)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't paste all the Mathematics formula in my head&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THEN WHY AM I STILL HERE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;GAWSH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spent half the day abandoning Art for chatting with Roxanne and Harvest Moon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*DUH!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My shoulder hurts so much. My butt also hurt so very much cause I think I sit too much (OHMYGOD! shldnt sit too much or else my butt is growing bigger.Its the BUTT curse!*GASP!*)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ziq could not stop with his acting cute teary chimpanzee emoticon that got me puking blood. Nasirah got me worried cause she dont have sharpener and clean calculator for tomorrow's exam =.= Shi Hui was so worried that I would say that Shi Shi means urinate =.= YB is soo KECOH (troublesome) today!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Im SOOO IN LOVE WITH THIS BANANA ((:*points up*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(this was random)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-4858273291703109721?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4858273291703109721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=4858273291703109721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/4858273291703109721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/4858273291703109721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-my-god-havent-study-for-my-maths.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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/_2MyU4wNLpCE/Rwj6vNrijfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JJWKJYAlCqM/s72-c/4023977953.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755791684095891515.post-4494631209257914709</id><published>2007-10-06T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T14:55:02.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry can't update yesterday. I was so drowned in Harvest Moon ((:&lt;br /&gt;So today, right now, right here, I'm gonna fill you peeps with what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From morning until afternoon which is like 5.10, I had been playing Harvest Moon with Ziq. Ziq was like.."I'm going to marry Cliff. Must give him curry rice everyday (Cliff's fav food). Like &lt;strong&gt;KELING &lt;/strong&gt;(the indians) sia!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Ziq was unlike me. I told him.."Im going to marry Kai. He's the HAWTYY!"&lt;br /&gt;and Ziq was like.."He only come during the summer. And by the way, he is black like me, very cool.*mr shah's smirk*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5.45 went out with Ais, Syrup and Sushee to break fast outside. So we went to Causeway Point. Everywhere packed la sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent like 30 mins going up and down. And finally we go to Civic Centre and eat Mc Dees there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasirah almost threw Ais's handphone and wallet into the dustbin inside the DAMN smelly toilet ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 20.00++ we went back home. Everyone reached safe and sound(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach home, straight away on laptop then play again. Chat with Roxanne till 2am++. And she sent me the sweetest thing anyone has ever send me((((((((((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANK YOU,LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a hard time falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne was like:You better sleep or I'll shoot you.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Shoot me, Love.&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne: DAMMIT, GO TO BED.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *laughing my ass off*&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne:Shouldn't you as a wife sleep early and wake up early and cook breakfast and lunch for me?&lt;br /&gt;Me:You're better in cooking ((:&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne:Then I should just tie you and throw you on the streets.Abandon you.&lt;br /&gt;Me:nonono omgomgomg (and straight away I'm off to bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEEEHEEEHEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-4494631209257914709?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4494631209257914709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=4494631209257914709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/4494631209257914709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/4494631209257914709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2007/10/sorry-cant-update-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-8521689217870777563</id><published>2007-10-04T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T16:35:35.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW SKIN</title><content type='html'>OK peeps! I'm back from HIATUS. This is my new skin. Sorry, yeah i know its messy bt pls bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM GONNA FAIL HISTORY,GONNA FAIL HISTORY,GONNA FAIL HISTORY!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so scared that I'll fail my history.What will my parents say?GAWSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is still the same~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishah is as &lt;strong&gt;MINAHCI&lt;/strong&gt; as ever;&lt;br /&gt;Haziq keeps on shaking his so called "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHITER"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ass and this time it bounces back;&lt;br /&gt;Nasirah aka NENEK is starting to &lt;strong&gt;STEP RAPPING&lt;/strong&gt; her nenekness off;&lt;br /&gt;Sushee is following nenek's step which is to &lt;strong&gt;RAP;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah is stepping &lt;strong&gt;CUTE &lt;/strong&gt;as ever;&lt;br /&gt;And me? Im the &lt;strong&gt;NEUTRAL&lt;/strong&gt; one hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..thats it peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And puhlease ziq, farah and nenek, stop showing me that "SHAH" smirk emo. It irritates me from head to toe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-8521689217870777563?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8521689217870777563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=8521689217870777563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/8521689217870777563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/8521689217870777563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-new-skin.html' title='MY NEW SKIN'/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-4739915916801556847</id><published>2007-08-24T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T20:44:06.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;24 AUGUST 2007 18:37&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had a memorial for Jian De before he go to Australia. &lt;/strong&gt;It was undescribeable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First, we read to him our messages.We go in the ZALSSR sequence. Haziq first, Aishah, then me, followed by Nasirah, Shi Hui and Farah. When it was my turn I halfway stopped in the middle. I cant hold my tears any longer. And there, I started crying, breaking the spell among YBs. Yes. Im the spoiler of the show but I just cant stand it any longer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we had the GRAND performance. We, the YBs sang "When you're gone" for Jian De. Its soo saddening cause everyone was crying and trying to keep up with the lyric.And then I saw Jian De cried. Oh My GOD! It made m cry even harder.Dont cry, Jian De. We'll always be here for you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, actually im speechless and bad at this kind of thing but IM TRYING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really hope that you will have better friends in Aust.Better life.Better school and education.And dont forget, &lt;strong&gt;FIND A GIRLFRIEND ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dont forget about us, alright? We will really miss you. It will be VERY different without you. I really wish u dont even have to go. But who am I to make you dont go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REMEMBER. I will always remember every little tiny mini bits of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for being a very good and special friend. Im sorry if I ever treat you like shit or even ignore you. I really am sorry for every single little tiny mini bits that I've done wrong to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pieces of my heart are missing 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="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the face i came to know is missing too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the words i need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and make it okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'll miss 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="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;remember this song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;remember YB&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/1755791684095891515-4739915916801556847?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4739915916801556847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=4739915916801556847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/4739915916801556847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/4739915916801556847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/24-august-2007-1837-we-had-memorial-for.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-8763578955023676556</id><published>2007-08-13T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:19:49.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;DANGGGGGG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Felt so much like a sore loser shitty tooot shit today. FASTING. Yes thats the problem. It will always reminds me that I still have &lt;strong&gt;9 &lt;/strong&gt;more days to fast to pay back last year's. *GASP*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So on Saturday, watched The Ring with my brother and Ziq (well not really with him but through msn). Really got spooked by the movie. After the movie, when I go to the toilet, I'll imagine either Samara crawling out of the toilet bowl or she will be sitting on the toilet bowl with her hair down when i open the door. SERIOUSLY. These thoughts gave me goosebumps in the toilet ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Maths test I'll probably failed. &lt;strong&gt;DOOOOOOOH!&lt;/strong&gt; I didnt even know that there will be test on that day. So yeah, there goes my maths (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It sucks, really really sucks. Why must we learn algebra and stuff. Its &lt;strong&gt;SERIOUSLY USELESS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;THERE, MY BLOG IS UPDATED (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I dont know why (other than my STM) but really, my mind is blank and I dont know what to write in this bloggie. And this make me feel more like a dumbass shits(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Currently helping my Pri 1 cussie do his "I love my family because..." homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And I dont really know what to answer cause I dont find anything to love in my family and so I asked Ziq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Thanks Ziq(: cause Im really clueless in this shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-8763578955023676556?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8763578955023676556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=8763578955023676556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/8763578955023676556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/8763578955023676556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/dangggggg-felt-so-much-like-sore-loser.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-3750177798212464076</id><published>2007-08-07T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T20:22:41.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OMG OMG OMG NDP IS TOMORROW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(The school one lahhh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+havent polish boots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+havent fix badges&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+havent even iron the uniform&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im sitting here, reading people's blogs instead of starting to do any of the above. Seriously. I feel like a crap right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was like shit. That bastard really really spoil the day. Had chocolate day with Aishah. Went home and find no one inside. Did not eat anything until just now dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading how to polish boots from the internet. All of them was like useless crap toooot shit. Really, I mean seriously. Different people, different ways of polishing. And i just dont know which one to choose.Ha&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hhhss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my little cousins are making fun of me cause im scared of frogs. Holy crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-3750177798212464076?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3750177798212464076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=3750177798212464076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/3750177798212464076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/3750177798212464076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/omg-omg-omg-ndp-is-tomorrow-school-one.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-5349442741848091773</id><published>2007-08-06T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:06:35.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NDP reahearsal was &lt;strong&gt;SUCKISH&lt;/strong&gt;. Its not worth what I'd done last night which was polishing my boots which just wont shine and ter-poked &lt;strong&gt;THOUSANDS &lt;/strong&gt;holes on my fingers just to fix the badges. Again, NDP rehearsal was SUCKISH. I was forced to sing Singapore national anthem and say the pledge which made me feel much like a &lt;strong&gt;TRAITOR&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;          School today was filled with TESTs. Had Maths (which I dont even know that it'll be today and I think I'll fail), Literature (which has nothing so special about it) and English (which made me &lt;strong&gt;SQUEEZE&lt;/strong&gt;  my brain to understand the comprehension).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          NDP is 2 days away and Im seriously not looking forward to it (Im looking forward to my own country's which falls on 17 August and guess what? &lt;strong&gt;THERE ISNT ANY HOLIDAYS.&lt;/strong&gt;) This really really REALLY made me feel much like an asshole to my own country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;REMINDER TO SUSHEE AND SYRUP (or whoever trying to make me confess)&lt;/strong&gt;: Again, just give it up, guys. Like what Hazirah had said, "People who are born in July are VERY secretive." ((: Anyway, I dont have any, okeh? Aishah had stopped it already, so you people must do the same ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Had another picnic infront of the MommaShop(: Thank GOODNESS,GRACIOUS that we dont have any confession time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss my mom &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-5349442741848091773?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5349442741848091773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=5349442741848091773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/5349442741848091773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/5349442741848091773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/ndp-reahearsal-was-suckish.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-3479067340295997160</id><published>2007-08-05T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T17:38:42.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning I had to drag my butt off my bed and i cant even manage to open my eyes. Its all because of sleeping at god knows whats the time i slept cause of watching channel 5. Watched the 9.30 news and saw Kethlyn ( I think thats her name ) being interviewed and a glimpse of Abu Sofian in one of the room. *smirking at someone* Its kind of cool and funny at the same time seeing people you know being interviewed or caught at one of the scene. (no offence! Its kind of rare you know, to get to be inside the news/tv)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So just now went to Sunplaza with my brother and my aunt and my 3 cussies to send Ilham (one of the 3 cussies) for his piano lesson. Went to the library there but didnt manage to find anything interesting.After Ilham finished his piano lesson, we went to causeway point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaah. In the causeway point, while waiting for my aunt to finish shopping at cold storage, I and my brother had to take care of the three cussies. I sat on one of the chairs outside the cold storage,eating ice cream ( my aunt's treat(: ) while my brother standing somewhere near there eating his ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I sat beside this old woman. And seriously, I was laughing my ass off when she talked to my brother. Their conversation goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Old woman (looking at my brother): Are these three children your children? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My brother:No. They are my cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Old woman: Oh My God! Really? I thought you two are married. (turning her head to me) And I was thinking,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hoah! so young married, got three children already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: ( I was busy laughing my ass off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My brother:No laah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Old woman:Really. I mean last time people married at 12 you know? (at this point i was thinking of Maria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hertogh though she married at 13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My brother:Hahahaha, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Old woman:Well, you look like as if you're 17 or 19. Handsome some more (at this point i was like going to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;vomit blood) but then you got some pimples at your face. (BWHAHAHAHHAHA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'll end the convo here cause it seemed like a never-ending-conversation. Well, seriously. I was like "Omg, that means since last time when i went out with my brother people will thought that we are married couple? OMG, that'll be sooooo ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww. And again,seriously. I was like YESSA! At last got people say he handsome but got pimples. BWAHAHHAHAHHAHA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll end my entry for today here and if you are interested of hearing the continuation for this convo you can ask me at school(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-3479067340295997160?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3479067340295997160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=3479067340295997160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/3479067340295997160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/3479067340295997160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-morning-i-had-to-drag-my-butt-off.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-926913356573674728</id><published>2007-08-04T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T18:57:10.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. So today which is just now, Farah, Nasirah, Shi Hui and me went to library and "study". Quite fun actually but didnt even manage to do finish my homework. Currently i had only done 1 1/3 question(s) of Maths homework which is about &lt;strong&gt;mean,median and mode&lt;/strong&gt;(: SERIOUSLY.  I dont find the need for us to study THOSE things. Its like so useless (no offence!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had "tea-lunch" break at Mc Dees before going home. Again, SERIOUSLY, I hate eating apple pie. The fillings kept on coming out from the sides when I bite it. Its like so ewwww (no offence!)&lt;br /&gt;But well, I cant deny that it is quite tasty(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had another "&lt;strong&gt;CONFESSION&lt;/strong&gt;" time there. Well, of course I hate to confess about those things and yes, Sushee and Syrup I knew yours both already so you all dont have to kept on repeating them over and over again. It wont make me confess mine(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE TO SUSHEE AND SYRUP:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it up already guys. Im not telling you all that early (since I dont have one). Isnt it more exciting if you all kept on guessing rather than knowing it?(: Its so fun seeing you all with that I-want-to-know face. Really,seriously. You guys look cute in those faces(: and so be it, stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did something quite silly on the way back home just now. In the 962 bus when I was getting down, I dont know what happen to my right hand that it almost smacked an old man's head whose sitting in front of me. Unfortunately, only kena the HAIR! I was like muttering "Oh shit! Why never hit?" Okeh, shits, Im going too over already(: Im a good girl. How could i even do that to an old man. Pity him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Aishah and Haziq. How I really wished you all were there. It would have been much more FUN(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-926913356573674728?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/926913356573674728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=926913356573674728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/926913356573674728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/926913356573674728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</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-1755791684095891515.post-4930487470897407229</id><published>2007-08-03T17:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T18:16:01.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FIRST BLOGGIE(:</title><content type='html'>YAY!! Yeeeeeeeeeehhhaaaaak!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT LAST! PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.Thanks Shi Hui (: YOU ARE REALLY GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I won't be talking much this time round just a grand opening of this shitty bloggie.&lt;br /&gt;By the way people, please dont forget to &lt;strong&gt;SCROLL IT TO THE RIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay YBs, the lalatelle's blog is here(: but i'm not sure if i will update it regularly.&lt;br /&gt;By the way go through the &lt;a href="http://www.imlalat.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.imlalat.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755791684095891515-4930487470897407229?l=lalatelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4930487470897407229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755791684095891515&amp;postID=4930487470897407229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/4930487470897407229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755791684095891515/posts/default/4930487470897407229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalatelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-just-testing.html' title='MY FIRST BLOGGIE(:'/><author><name>LALAT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662401590052254444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
