<?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-6885612573022983185</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:37:40.688+08:00</updated><category term='cheetwood primary judo achievement day'/><category term='soaked'/><category term='woke up early'/><category term='fizzy 7up Asma Hamid'/><category term='Dream street'/><category term='lecturer teacher school jobs pe pj warming up imitate'/><title type='text'>Iztele</title><subtitle type='html'>fasten up your seatbelts, put your iztele cap on and we're ready for take off.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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>351</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-5948271564650329074</id><published>2009-12-31T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:59:23.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I, ASMA HAMID, OFFICIALLY STATE THAT THIS IS THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OF &lt;a href="http://iztele.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://iztele.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please relink to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-5948271564650329074?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/5948271564650329074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=5948271564650329074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/5948271564650329074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/5948271564650329074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-864332071082895368</id><published>2009-12-31T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:40:57.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Briefly Sum Up The Months In 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January: &lt;/span&gt;Started school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February: &lt;/span&gt;Gotten all those responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March:&lt;/span&gt; Tests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April: &lt;/span&gt;Choral speaking ++ big fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May:&lt;/span&gt; missin' manchester ++ Jazeman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June:&lt;/span&gt; fought with someone useless, along gotten married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July:&lt;/span&gt; marching competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August:&lt;/span&gt; perdana camp. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September:&lt;/span&gt; Ramadhan + Eid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October: &lt;/span&gt;Worst birthday + Found out that Q was leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November:&lt;/span&gt; Holidays and the boogles coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December:&lt;/span&gt; Q left ++ holiday trips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which was the best month for you?&lt;/span&gt; November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which was the worst? &lt;/span&gt;I can't decide, u decide for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the most significant thing that happened this year? &lt;/span&gt;Refer above answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What person had the most impact on your life this year?&lt;/span&gt; Qamaryna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the best concert that you attended?&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was your biggest challenge of 2009?&lt;/span&gt; Choral speakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your biggest regret?&lt;/span&gt; loads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What moment stands out to you the most?&lt;/span&gt; When the boogles came. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What band did you listen to the most? &lt;/span&gt;Boyzone and Take that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a scale of 1-10, 2009 was&lt;/span&gt; 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meet anyone special?&lt;/span&gt; no one new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get close to someone you didn’t expect to?&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have a boyfriend or girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have a relationship for more than 3 months?&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hook up with anyone, no strings attached?&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Experience the death of a loved one?&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get in a fight?&lt;/span&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lose a friend?&lt;/span&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get drunk?&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Regret doing something?&lt;/span&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go to a concert?&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fall in love?&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fall out of love?&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get back together with an ex?&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy being single? &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accomplish a goal?&lt;/span&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learn something new?&lt;/span&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get arrested?&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break up with someone?&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get a tattoo?&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go to a party?&lt;/span&gt; class party lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your favorites of 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite CD (released in 2009):&lt;/span&gt; The greatest day - take that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite CD (not released in 2009): &lt;/span&gt;Back again... No Matter What - Boyzone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite song:&lt;/span&gt; Too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite movie:&lt;/span&gt; Avatar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite person to talk to: &lt;/span&gt;The boogles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite thing to do:&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite TV show:&lt;/span&gt; Rarely watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite memory:&lt;/span&gt; when the boogles came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite food:&lt;/span&gt; That thing they have in wangsa walk.. what's it called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite drink: &lt;/span&gt;Sirap bandung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite outfit: &lt;/span&gt;Nil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite celebrity: &lt;/span&gt;Jackson Rathbone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite place to be: &lt;/span&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What will you be doing on New Year’s Eve?&lt;/span&gt; this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will you kiss anyone at midnight?&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who do you WANT to kiss at midnight?&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your New Year’s resolution?&lt;/span&gt; Not to make one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you keep your resolution from last year? &lt;/span&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think things will be different in 2010? &lt;/span&gt;YES! I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you want most out of 2010?&lt;/span&gt; Everything I prayed for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think 2010 will be better than 2009? &lt;/span&gt;I hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anything you are particularly looking forward to?&lt;/span&gt; Q coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;4 Final Quotes / Lyrics / Comments to describe 2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► No rehearsals It's your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► We suck at being good friends, I'm sorry, you're sorry, we're all sorry. C'ya in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► You can call me unperfect but who's perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► I'm tired of being strong, the hiding that I'm not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-864332071082895368?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/864332071082895368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=864332071082895368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/864332071082895368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/864332071082895368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/6.html' title='#6'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-7478501318471331894</id><published>2009-12-31T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:49:16.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#5</title><content type='html'>You know like how all of youse are fussing over the end of year and all... have you realised that it's also the end on the decade. We're currently living in the noughties and tomorrow we'll be living in the tens. How exciting. I'm so giddy now. This is the first full decade I've been living through so give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeek. So now I have to give this little speech about this decade. Haha. I've been through a lot this decade, who hasnt? I got in to Al-Amin, I went to Manchester, went to Europe, visited Disneyland, came back to Malaysia, new school, 3A 2Bs for UPSR, went to high school, changed school, breaking down. See billions. I'm just glad that we have pictures to remember everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOODBYE THE NOUGHTIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-7478501318471331894?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/7478501318471331894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=7478501318471331894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7478501318471331894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7478501318471331894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/5.html' title='#5'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-7365275569797448547</id><published>2009-12-31T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:27:32.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#4</title><content type='html'>Formation of my new blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Name-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H:&lt;/span&gt; Asma, what is your new url gonna be? I want to be the first to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; I don't know.. but i got somin. IZDOMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H:&lt;/span&gt; What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; Imagination in latvian aswell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H:&lt;/span&gt; Nice, but takkan nak imagination lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; I mls nak tkr2. Everyone is stuck on iztele. Kalau tukar drastically Nanti semua orang have to get used to it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H: &lt;/span&gt;But it's like your thing. What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; ??? Gimme an idea then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H:&lt;/span&gt; Ok ok. Jom perah otak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; First was memories end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H:&lt;/span&gt; So gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;2nd absoluteloudness and 3rd iztele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H:&lt;/span&gt; what do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; jap... 1) blogs (why i have it) 2)what i am like (i'm loud)  3)what i do(i like to imagine) 4) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H:&lt;/span&gt; Why I'm still alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H:&lt;/span&gt; Friends? Nahh.. it's gonna be cheesy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; What I'm working for? What I wanna be in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H: &lt;/span&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H:&lt;/span&gt; I am! apa ha? absolute hilarious. HAHAHA. I know... granadatv.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; Kau ingat aku ni apa? haha. Key103.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H:&lt;/span&gt; how bout... asmahamid.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; how original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H:&lt;/span&gt; Tu ah.. asma the hamid? LOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;tanookk. I don't want my name on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H: &lt;/span&gt;OMG! Susah gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;OMGGG! How bout '*********' in another language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H:&lt;/span&gt; never knew. YEAHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; Cos i like being '*********' and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H: &lt;/span&gt;Russian? French?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; how about... '*********'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H:&lt;/span&gt; Yeahh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Skin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; Kay.. blog layouts. memories end = all clicks, absoluteloudness = profile, iztele = none &amp;amp; now=?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H:&lt;/span&gt; http://www.yummylolly.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; Hahaa. no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H:&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;1) hitam 2)gray +white  3)blue+white 4) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H:&lt;/span&gt; ummm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; I was thinking (insert html).. and getting rid of the the tagboard kat atas tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H: &lt;/span&gt;So small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;Fine jap.. I cari... http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=210889&amp;amp;action=Preview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H: &lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;Its so lola-ish though, people might think I'm a copy cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H:&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA! LOLA IS YOU! OMG SAKIT PERUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; Lola ain't me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H: &lt;/span&gt;Lola is you, u created her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; merepek gila. seriously, you're making up stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H: &lt;/span&gt;HAHAHA! Don't deny the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;it is the truth. She came and went all by herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H:&lt;/span&gt; OK. dalam segi agama, sapa buat lola?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; IDK. Suddenly dia datang, i layan je lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H: &lt;/span&gt;dalam segi kebetulan. omg. ur like a 4-year-old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; that is kind of offensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H:&lt;/span&gt; no offense. lol. but tah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; ask my sister, about lola, ask her if i created it because i didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H:&lt;/span&gt; macama 4 year old yang memang ada imaginary fren, fine, lola came and went like a butterfly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-7365275569797448547?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/7365275569797448547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=7365275569797448547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7365275569797448547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7365275569797448547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/4.html' title='#4'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-5331751700630438706</id><published>2009-12-31T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:46:57.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#3</title><content type='html'>Ahhh! I can't wait to transfer blog, it'll make me feel proud. The fact that I can move on. This blog, will be somewhere in Paradise City with Absolute-loudness. I promised her that I'll give her a partner in a year. So I guess, no matter what, I have to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been through a lot, haven't we Iztele? I still remember that one time that I had to private you because of a post. I was so pissed then, not at you, never at you. Although you're not #1, you've been through with me a lot. I mean, have you seen how many accounts I have that is named after you? That must mean something, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only had you for a year but it seems like we've been together for a life time... it's probably because I blog every single day of my life. Probably that. I'm gonna make sure I don't lose you, yeah? Everything I wrote in you... really means a lot. You were there for me when I need someone to laugh with, to cry with, to be angry with and I'm very thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, many people insulted you but you know what? They don't matter. They don't worth as much as you. I'm surely gonna miss you. Especially your skin. It's very nice. =D And all the writing in you and the pictures too. They're great. Thank you for letting me share everything with you. You've been great, you'd never be forgotten, I'm sure... because I'm not going to change those accounts I have under your name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-5331751700630438706?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/5331751700630438706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=5331751700630438706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/5331751700630438706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/5331751700630438706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/3.html' title='#3'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-6150097848137904939</id><published>2009-12-31T14:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:47:26.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzxJNSYroaI/AAAAAAAAAQk/4qDpanLqRkE/s1600-h/2002.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/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzxJNSYroaI/AAAAAAAAAQk/4qDpanLqRkE/s320/2002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421288544069722530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzxJM1eF1vI/AAAAAAAAAQc/w7efqihLWto/s1600-h/2002-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzxJM1eF1vI/AAAAAAAAAQc/w7efqihLWto/s320/2002-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421288536307783410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzxJMomRvHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/o0GmpN84RNg/s1600-h/2003.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/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzxJMomRvHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/o0GmpN84RNg/s320/2003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421288532852456562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzxJMfURoMI/AAAAAAAAAQM/7amkIaJUsls/s1600-h/2003-1.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/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzxJMfURoMI/AAAAAAAAAQM/7amkIaJUsls/s320/2003-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421288530361032898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzxHelSwlwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vavUj0nuYHM/s1600-h/2005.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/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzxHelSwlwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vavUj0nuYHM/s320/2005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421286642179675906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzxHdsUWCkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/euL27_hiC_U/s1600-h/2005-1.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/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzxHdsUWCkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/euL27_hiC_U/s320/2005-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421286626885503554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzxHdEZchEI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Ftc7YkUWV7M/s1600-h/2006.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/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzxHdEZchEI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Ftc7YkUWV7M/s320/2006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421286616169481282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzxHcumzxNI/AAAAAAAAAPs/g0Ak-xWIp5o/s1600-h/2006-1.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/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzxHcumzxNI/AAAAAAAAAPs/g0Ak-xWIp5o/s320/2006-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421286610319951058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzxHcDSoPjI/AAAAAAAAAPk/cd01yA9B-To/s1600-h/2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzxHcDSoPjI/AAAAAAAAAPk/cd01yA9B-To/s320/2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421286598692585010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzxKbN0dTmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/2VEKEdvSlzQ/s1600-h/DSC_1009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzxKbN0dTmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/2VEKEdvSlzQ/s320/DSC_1009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421289882873843298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzxKbuY3jUI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ZDF6LzGLbPo/s1600-h/DSC_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzxKbuY3jUI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ZDF6LzGLbPo/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421289891616492866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like myself in 2005-2006 best 'cos I didn't have all those dots on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-6150097848137904939?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/6150097848137904939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=6150097848137904939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/6150097848137904939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/6150097848137904939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/growing-up.html' title='#2'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzxJNSYroaI/AAAAAAAAAQk/4qDpanLqRkE/s72-c/2002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-7242050003667000894</id><published>2009-12-31T12:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:39:11.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG OMG OMG! I FOUND THE EUROPE PICTURES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In my dad's file)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's end of year and everything, I'm allowed to make 10,000 posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through my blog yesterday... first day of school, fights, parties, last day of school, holidays and... you get the idea. I was so sure of myself that this year... I seriously hate it but when I read everything again, the hatred was gone. All the jokes that were made in class, getting told off, getting all pissed, getting a C in Geo, hanging out with my friends, going to Penang, going to JB... it has been a wonderful year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned lots of new things, I went through stuff that I've never been through, I've been asked about my responsibilities, I've been told to control my temper... this year has been different. Every year is different so I really can't say anything about that. Me and my bro started fighting a lot this year... me locking myself in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about it again, I'm like... WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember trying to not speak because I was so pissed with everyone and when I did, I got told off. It's so hard. And then I went through this phase where I don't listen when I get told off and instead, I daydream. Then there was this one time when I felt useless, I felt as if me dying would be best for everyone. After that, I got this talk about how suiciding is a sin. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I think went through stuff that I thought I wouldn't go through... I couldn't believe I thought about dying, I think I prayed to God once. Only this year... only this year. Right now, I'm just hoping that this wouldn't happen again next year except for the good things, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is my first official 'end-of year' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;speech&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-7242050003667000894?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/7242050003667000894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=7242050003667000894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7242050003667000894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7242050003667000894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/1.html' title='#1'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-6336455219686053486</id><published>2009-12-31T10:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:51:59.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Ya guys know about The Last Airbender, don't you? The one that's coming out next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jackson's playing Sokka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesse might be Prince Zuko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shouldn't/couldn't/wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; miss it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY TWO FAVOURITE PEOPLE ARE IN THERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;how could I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="319" height="258"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lhlh5cA7SsY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lhlh5cA7SsY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="319" height="258"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;EEEEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-6336455219686053486?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/6336455219686053486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=6336455219686053486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/6336455219686053486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/6336455219686053486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/tla.html' title='TLA'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-8607868403514403512</id><published>2009-12-31T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:09:10.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day</title><content type='html'>My computer clock is telling me that today is 31st December 2009 which happens to be the last day of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, I'm gonna crap around. Might aswell make my end-of-2009 text while I have an idea, innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just canceled a 2 line sentence because IDK where I'm going with it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-8607868403514403512?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/8607868403514403512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=8607868403514403512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/8607868403514403512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/8607868403514403512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day.html' title='last day'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-839103626737723028</id><published>2009-12-30T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:05:41.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Problems come, problems go and I couldn't anything. I feel so useless. No, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P1)  My 2010's blogskin is not as cool as this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;P2) I can't stop messing with the blogskin on my 2010's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;P3) I went upstairs before, went hunting for a steering wheel so I can play Burnout Paradise. I searched high and low. I found it 'low' - in a box - that has other boxes on top. I moved the boxes and got my steering wheel with the paddle. I went downstairs and plugged it in... nothing happened except when I clicked the PS3 button on the actual controller, the number 2 lights up. Go buy a PS3 if you don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;P4) Carrefore don't sell any couscous with the curry already in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;P5) Carrefore sell stuff that is in FRENCH. Help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;P6) My brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;P8) I can't help making this post colourful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P7) I am typing this up whilst reading it in a bored tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-839103626737723028?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/839103626737723028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=839103626737723028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/839103626737723028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/839103626737723028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/problems.html' title='Problems'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-7127313605362119262</id><published>2009-12-30T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:55:09.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MFL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.naenon.com/images/Pr655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 330px;" src="http://www.naenon.com/images/Pr655.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cry, you big dufis,&lt;br /&gt;Because I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I chose that one because the rest of the covers, they look so HAPPY and the story is not.&lt;br /&gt;AND HE'S WELL FIT. :)&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/6885612573022983185-7127313605362119262?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/7127313605362119262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=7127313605362119262&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7127313605362119262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7127313605362119262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/mfl.html' title='MFL'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-650781946837141170</id><published>2009-12-29T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:04:03.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;♥ BOXING DAY ♥&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;♥ BOXING DAY SALE ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only if they have 'em here... with work like normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they did, it'd be heaven because Boxing Day is a public holiday in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And to ruin the mood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I haven't got a lunch container&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;because they only sell these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lunchboxesetc.co.uk/images/thumbs/stewart%201l%20lunchbox.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 103px;" src="http://www.lunchboxesetc.co.uk/images/thumbs/stewart%201l%20lunchbox.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;none of these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.franticstamper.com/image/access/tools/PRO-tin-lunch-20-7013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 184px;" src="http://www.franticstamper.com/image/access/tools/PRO-tin-lunch-20-7013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;but then I thought about it again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Why do I need big massive lunch boxes when I'll only bring food for BREAK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;So finally, I've decided that I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A lunch container&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A small bag that looks like a lunch case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;When am I gonna buy it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;When I go to the shops I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-650781946837141170?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/650781946837141170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=650781946837141170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/650781946837141170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/650781946837141170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/bd.html' title='BD'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-4047355548620311239</id><published>2009-12-29T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:00:33.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I can't wait for next year because of 1 certain reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Wanna know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Wanna know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Wanna know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;A and H going off to MRSM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Wanna know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Wanna know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Wanna know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;When they're not at home, I can't be pissed at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yes, I think I have enough body guards to protect myself from my parents talking about A and H but who cares! I'll have the WHOLE house to myself. If I'm scared or something, I could just go crash my parents' bedroom or something, they wouldn't mind, trust me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;++ When my friends come over, they can use Hakim's computer and Aisyah's laptop. And and, I can play with the PS3... bashing cars up in Paradise. Less clothes to fold... that is surely a double plus. Less people to piss off. No more fighting about who'll get the front seat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-- But I am gonna miss them. I mean, no more A spending her money on me. No more H to make fun off. No more A washing dishes. No more H to gang up on. No one to go to the cinema with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-4047355548620311239?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/4047355548620311239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=4047355548620311239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/4047355548620311239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/4047355548620311239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/go.html' title='Go'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-300592054791326090</id><published>2009-12-29T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:50:13.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take away 339 from 365</title><content type='html'>answer = not a negative number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 365 days in a year. I only have 339 posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISSION : NOT ACCOMPLISHED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to let PMR stop me from completing my mission? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Probably, yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to sulk? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unfortunately, yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to regret? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surely, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's what life is about, innit? Regretting. What's life without regrets? I will try to be a better &lt;strike&gt;woman&lt;/strike&gt; girl next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Following the schedule that doesn't exist.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going tuition.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study groups.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to Muar//KS with revision books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being an outcast when my besties are not around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Less computer bonding time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what government school in Malaysia is all about, getting straight A's. Studying. Tuition. Yeah, same shit everyday. Same goal everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad that getting straight A's is not my only goal. Thank God for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-300592054791326090?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/300592054791326090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=300592054791326090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/300592054791326090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/300592054791326090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/take-away-339-from-365.html' title='take away 339 from 365'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-5410036316170867395</id><published>2009-12-29T11:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T11:25:45.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunway</title><content type='html'>Went to Sunway &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;earliey&lt;/span&gt; in the morning. Arrived there and found out that in order to have get a ticket with the malaysia citizen's price, you have to bring your IC. Bloody Sunway. So Papa had to pay extra. Went in and went to the wagon. Then went on the roller coaster. It wasn't that fun. After that we went on the pirate ship. TWICE! I think I nearly puked at the end.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the waterpark. Papa didn't even go on anything except the wagon. Anyway, got those floats and basically went around. I went on the slides. Then went to the artificial beach. Hahaa. I guess that's all I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT IT WAS WELL WICKED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sunway Pyramid and Papa gave us RM100 to get Mackedie. Then I got told off for not getting enough. Should've told me the exact amount to buy. Aisyah, Fatin and I ate ice cream without them knowing. HUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to Planeterium. I've only been there once before, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Boleh bawa camera right?&lt;br /&gt;B: Boleh. Kalau nak amik gambar terguling guling pun boleh.&lt;br /&gt;A: o0&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then when we were out. I went to pray and then walked to some place. Hakim asked the parking guy cos we didn't know where it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a phone case at Lowyat yesterday. And then I went to this camera shop and there were 2 guys.. they scared the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Halia... SDCC for KAisyah, Muaz and Hakim's joint dinner. I'm not special enough, sadly. Haha. I ate more than I should have. And in the end I felt like puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: My tummy hurts.. what did I eat?&lt;br /&gt;M: It's probably because you're not used to eating lots at night.&lt;br /&gt;A: Yeah probably.&lt;br /&gt;P: If we're coming here again, you don't have to come.&lt;br /&gt;A: Nahh. buy McD or somin.&lt;br /&gt;P: Yeah, but you have to sit outside.&lt;br /&gt;A: o0&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND YES, I'M RUSHING EVERYTHING. I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME. NEW YEAR'S EVE IS ON THURSDAY NIGHT AND I HAVE TO CHANGE BLOGS AND ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-5410036316170867395?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/5410036316170867395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=5410036316170867395&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/5410036316170867395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/5410036316170867395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunway.html' title='Sunway'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-5339941078458230132</id><published>2009-12-28T01:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T11:09:06.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johor Bahru</title><content type='html'>I can't remember a thing, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my 'flash project'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left home in the afternoon... even I don't know why. We arrived at Grand Paragon Hotel around... I can't remember. LOL. So we got into our suite. IT WAS SWEET! Haha. In other words, it was well wicked. We had a little kitchen without a stove. It's like a normal flat... Go in, you'll straight see the dining+living room. Flat screen TV stuck on the wall . Go past that and you'll be able to see a view of JB through a floor length window that covers the whole wall. Then you back up a bit and you'll see two doors. One on your left and one on your right. The left one - master bedroom, flat screen TV, bathroom, little seating area, floor length window that covers the whole wall. The one on the right is basically the same but with 2 double beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah, Hakim and I obviously had to take the one on the right. Hakim was suppose to sleep in the living room but after seeing those double beds, who could resist? Haha. We then had dinner at Danga Bay. I really need to get my phone-computer usb adaptor. We went to this one restaurant that had pondoks. They sell LAMP CHOP there. After we ate, we went around Danga Bay.. nothing much but i saw this one stall called BOYZONE (with a space). After that we went back to the hotel I think... I'm not sure. We might have stopped somewhere. Did we though? Anyway, we went back to the hotel and I jumped into the bath tub at aroun 12 o'clock. Spent ages in there reading on my phone. Tee Hee. I then slept at around 2 or 3 watching Singapore's Channel Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up... at I can't remember what time, but I did wake up. Went down to the cafe for breakfast. I had... Nasi Lemak, Hot Dogs, Cereal, Cupcakes and I can't remember what else. After that, Mami went and the rest of us walked our way to Plaza Pelangi. We went to buy TIGHTS for Sunway. Haha. I bought my hoody there too. Then we ate at Vivo. After that we went to cold storage and bought stuff. We even got Vee-Ai-Em-Tee-Ou! Then we headed back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotten changed and jumped into the swimming pool. After KAisyah and Muaz ditched. Hakim and I played the finding game we used to play in Oakleaf. We had to dive in the water to get something. FUN! After that, we started diving. I was too scared to do the standing dive because the water wasn't that deep... I mean, the last time I did that, it was in Salford's swimming pool and it was well deep. So I just did the low dive. 2 belly flops were enough. Kills like hell. I then went back to the suite and had another long bath! Hahaaa. What's with me and baths?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then hung around the suite.. watching Channel 5 again.. I like it, it's good. After Maghrib, we piled up in the car without Mami and went to this mall. I can't remember where it is. I slept the whole way! We ate at Nandos and then went back to the hotel. SHYTE, i seriously can't remember what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had breakfast then packed up and all. Put all the stuff in the car and went to a mall. Did you know that there's a mental hospital in JB? Anyway, we ate mexican people... I mean food. Then headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we didn't go to Singapore. Muaz has no passport. But it was fun... the hotel was. *blink slowly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="319" height="251"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N4_pACVGH38&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N4_pACVGH38&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="319" height="251"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-5339941078458230132?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/5339941078458230132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=5339941078458230132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/5339941078458230132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/5339941078458230132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/johor-bahru.html' title='Johor Bahru'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-6374955271465105398</id><published>2009-12-27T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:53:32.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOINA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOOOOIINNAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzeAQgkykSI/AAAAAAAAANs/NNXTkLGJBsQ/s1600-h/fartstotheretards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzeAQgkykSI/AAAAAAAAANs/NNXTkLGJBsQ/s320/fartstotheretards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419941697674187042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what else to say.. except that I've gone mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went toMuar yesterday. Went out to get my watch fixed. So we went to the place I bought my watch and it wasn't there! So I was all freaking out but then Papa asked this woman and she said that they moved. So we went to the place where they moved to and the woman asked us to come back on the 16th next year. Which means... my watch is still 'cuckoo in the head'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back today and there was a terrible jam. Who else would be the cause? Heh, heh... they still couldn't find the jam tub (old family joke).  I think I was well bored at one bit I created 3 worms! The first one is called Lisa, second's called Sally and the third is Sila. Sally happens to be my middle finger. I can't remember who tried to kill all three of them but they were all injured, badly. So i sent them to the vet and the vet managed to fix Sally up but the rest died. Then they told me to shut up and I did. We then went to Dunkin' Donuts for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: Kak, did u bring your handy to school long time ago?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;F: Are you allowed?&lt;br /&gt;A: No.&lt;br /&gt;F: Why?&lt;br /&gt;A: Coz you can't bring electronic stuff to school.&lt;br /&gt;F: So you can't bring.... I'm starting to sound like H. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;A: A calculator runs on battery&lt;br /&gt;F: How bout if you plug the calculator in the socket&lt;br /&gt;A: o0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: Imagine you going up to her asking for chicken mayonaise with mayonaise&lt;br /&gt;A: Or chocolate ice cream without chocolate&lt;br /&gt;U: *laughs like mental people*&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-6374955271465105398?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/6374955271465105398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=6374955271465105398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/6374955271465105398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/6374955271465105398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/noina.html' title='NOINA!'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SzeAQgkykSI/AAAAAAAAANs/NNXTkLGJBsQ/s72-c/fartstotheretards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-6945686305497087401</id><published>2009-12-25T21:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T02:40:44.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang</title><content type='html'>Hah. Hah. FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;How am I suppose to start? Mak came back home with Mami and she slept with KAisyah that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went at... I can't remember what time. Mak, KAisyah, Hakim and I were squished at the back but who would complain, innit? I mean.. we're going on holiday! Haha... after a while I got bothered by the squishy-ness but I tolerated, how good am I? Anyway, we stopped at the side for some donuts! Then off to Taiping! Once we reached Zoo Taiping we couldn't go in. All the roads were blocked because of some program. Papa went all the way around and we still had to wait but after a few minutes, they unblocked it and we went it. We ate our... lunch there then went on the train ride then we walked to the tigers' place. I mean, I would obviously visit my bestfriends, what type of a friend am I if I don't? Afterthat, I went to 7Eleven with Hakim to get drinks and this guy nearly knocked us... stupid them doens't know the difference between red and green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then slept so I can't really remember anything and once we've reached the ferry place, I woke up. I was expecting the ferry to look like the ferry I went on when I crossed from UK to France.  It wasn't though, it was a big piece of metal. Big WHOOP. I think, after we arrived in Penang, we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt; apartment. There was this one construction site, well cool 'cos it kinda looks like... Rome? It was all layered.. well cool. Once we've reached we went up and all. Wanted to go to the beach but then it started raining, so we didn't go. We stayed in the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7 something, we went out for dinner. Ended up at this Nasi Kandar restaurant, I ate... Roti Nan! Huahaha. (PAUSE! Watcha Say is playing) We then went around town at night. We stopped by at Giant and bought loads of drinks. After that, we went back to the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description of the apartment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ripped off TV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No curtains in the kitchen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toilet's all weird&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thin Mattress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live-able.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with a sore back. I was the first one that cleaned up! Whoope doodle doo. I had to fill all the bottles up with Revive and I got told off because I couldn't make up my mind. After that, we were off to Bukit Bendera//Penang Hill. We went searching for a place to eat breakfast and finally found one. We took the last nasi lemak. Haha. We got about 10 packets and there were only 6 of us excluding Muaz. We then followed the GPS to Penang Hill and it took us to the other end of Penang Hill. How stupid. We then had to make a U-Turn and key something else in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally reached there, Mami went to buy the tickets while Papa parked the car. Hakim and I went recording whilst Mak and KAisyah went checking out the shops. After that we went into the mini museum and straight to the waiting room. Finally went up, up and away! No, I just killed it. I think I got a headache or something. Hakim and I were messing about... it was SQUASHED in there. When we reached... it was chilly. I didn't expect it but it was. We, I mean I went around taking pictures... on the fake tram thingy majigue and went to buy some souveniers. Papa went to the toilet and I went setting up the tripod. The haze//mist, I'm not sure which one was clouding my view. In the end, we went down. On the first tram, Hakim and I stood right at the back and after the transit, we stood right in front. I was sticking my hand out with the camera... I was down-right nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the bottom, we went to botanical garden and went on the little train. It was all crap... seriously. Everything was locked up... prison cells. Haha. Ahh shoot.. I can't remember what we did. I think we had lunch afterthat and then I can't remember at all. I just scanned through the pictures. We had lunch and went searching for LAKSA! Papa made a U-Turn and one point because the scenery was all pretty. We arrived at the laksa place but it opens at half past so we went around. Since I wanted 'kerepok lekor' so much, I went all giddy when I saw the fish market. Hah. Hah. There weren't anything there so yeah, I didn't get my keropok lekor. We went back for Laksa and then went through this road that was all bendy. When we arrived at the apartment, WE WENT TO THE BEACH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recording the whole way there. KAisyah belanja-ed me and Hakim a ride on the horse. Haha. So.. I dived into the sea with Hakim and Muaz. The beach was all retarded tho. The sand was all big... I mean the rocks were all small... dot dot dot? Haha. Retarded gila. We then went back to the apartment and showered to get ready for Maghrib ++ dinnner. We ate dinner with Papa's friend. After that, Papa dropped us at Batu Feringghi. IT'S WELL WICKED THERE! Seriously... but I wish they would sell tie dyes. :( Arrived back home all tired and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woken up. Packed everything up and went out for breakfast. After that, we went to Penang Museum. It was all weird... cos there weren't 'nything there. Except some stuff. I still miss the museums back in the UK. They had to interaction section.. so yeah. We went out and went to this place. Papa, KAisyah and I went to Fort Cornwallis. I keep calling it Port Cornwallis cos it's like nearly the same. I went climbing walls, holding shot guns, riding a bike that is stuck to the ground, locking myself in a cell and climbing canons. Proper wicked there. I felt kind of guilty because Mami, Mak, Hakim and Muaz didn't go. We then met at the car and decided to eat... stuff at a foodcourt near by. So we did. Then I slept in the car. I woke up when the car parked in a parking spot. We ended up at some shopping mall. We got a massive cup of Frappucino each! How wicked is Papa and Mami? Hahaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were on our way home. Boo Hoo. We were all searching for the toll but there weren't any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my trip to Penang. Next, Johor and Sunway+Petroscience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-6945686305497087401?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/6945686305497087401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=6945686305497087401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/6945686305497087401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/6945686305497087401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/penang.html' title='Penang'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-4930444850671243525</id><published>2009-12-25T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:42:02.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>I. Feel. So. Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was ever so mean to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-4930444850671243525?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/4930444850671243525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=4930444850671243525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/4930444850671243525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/4930444850671243525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-1633362050264572033</id><published>2009-12-21T21:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:05:58.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poo</title><content type='html'>Ah shit... I've upgraded the license... which means 3 whole posts of shits. WICKED innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: You're retarded.&lt;br /&gt;H: I know you are but what am I?&lt;br /&gt;A: How am I?&lt;br /&gt;H: How are you?&lt;br /&gt;A: -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Ere' ya.&lt;br /&gt;P: Keep it.&lt;br /&gt;A: Are you sure bout that? I saw some Boyzone, NSYNC, Boyz 2 Men over there.&lt;br /&gt;P: Noooo. Give it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm starting to like shops ++ radios in Malaysia.. they started airing Take That but it's always the same song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went around checking google out. I need lazertran to transfer pictures onto plastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-1633362050264572033?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/1633362050264572033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=1633362050264572033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/1633362050264572033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/1633362050264572033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/poo.html' title='Poo'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-3694868217905820805</id><published>2009-12-21T00:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:37:57.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want my first ever car in Malaysia to be a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LANCER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me why, please ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for asking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;COSSSS OF THE GEAR SHIFT THINGY MAJIGUE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/dv/izp/mitsubishi_lancer_gts_2009_interior_steeringwheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 245px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/dv/izp/mitsubishi_lancer_gts_2009_interior_steeringwheel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The silver thing sticking out next to the horn thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wicked thing, that thing. Lancer is the only affordable one.. all the other cars with that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hand gear shift thing&lt;/span&gt; are well expensive. And that's why I want it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years and years and years and years of researching, I found out that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hand gear shift thing&lt;/span&gt; is called a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PADDLE SHIFT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no.. it hasn't upgrade yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-3694868217905820805?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/3694868217905820805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=3694868217905820805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3694868217905820805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3694868217905820805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/car.html' title='car'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-1345360170249839783</id><published>2009-12-19T01:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T02:10:39.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAE</title><content type='html'>Random questions that couldn't stay in the exam hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What is the measurement of a full dipole?&lt;br /&gt;2) What is DX?&lt;br /&gt;3) Which frequency couldn't Class A transmit on?&lt;br /&gt;4) What is the Q code for 'I am ready'?&lt;br /&gt;5) Which HF band can't be used by Class B? (I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much of a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) Please write your index number on the answer sheet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to write what happened in Penang, JB and Sunway... when my license on Burnout Paradise gets upgraded, I swear I'll type it out. I don't wanna regret, you see. Just like how I regret not blogging when I arrived in Malaysia... (BIGGEST REGRET EVER) Cos if, you know, I did blog... I can just use it against people, if yano what I mean. Uh oh.. My head's bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hakim wrecking the SUV in BP on his account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: Why are you wrecking her car?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: MY CARRRR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H: Hahahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me having to crash my car on my BP account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Urghh. Why can't I do it? OH YEAHH.. Cos my car's too good to be wrecked. Hakim, help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H: *BOOM!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: YEAYYY! MY CARRRRR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Tesco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: No fabric dyes.. DYE DYE DYE! I want dyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: They don't sell any here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: DYE! (DIE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: WTH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: *walks in front of a guy* Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C: Langar kang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Did the guy just say he wanted to langar me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H: Yeahh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: *grabs H* Let's go ba'er him up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H: Yeah! Get that baguette and hit him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: *hits the air with an invisible baguette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H: *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: I can make you laugh. *pokes* POKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: *serious face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: I know you're trying to hide it. *pokes* POKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUAZ'S 1ST BIRTHDAY'S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at manhattan fish market... went to sunmag to get 15 ringgit books that are totally wicked. ate ice cream. went to tesco. searched for dyes. no dyes. cries. went back home. played burnout paradise until 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Happy Birthday Muaz and Izzudin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.comparestoreprices.co.uk/images/cr/crazy-frog-lunch-box-and-drink-flask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 144px;" src="http://www.comparestoreprices.co.uk/images/cr/crazy-frog-lunch-box-and-drink-flask.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used this lunch box when I was in year 6. I used a gray Monster Inc one before that. I saw a Ben 10 lunch box at Tesco before, I wanted to buy it but it looks... sad. So, I'm gonna go lunch box huntinggg. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-1345360170249839783?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/1345360170249839783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=1345360170249839783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/1345360170249839783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/1345360170249839783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/rae.html' title='RAE'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-899439057081546059</id><published>2009-12-16T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:24:56.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promised</title><content type='html'>WOOT WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to study for RAE anymore. I was able to answer about 60 questions out of 100. I was in the hall waiting for Nurul to go out and when I did go out, Nurul was waiting outside. She went out like half an hour before I went. Hahaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Checklist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Post about Penang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Post about JB&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Post about Sunway Lagoon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pictures of Jamuan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New blog layout for 2010&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-899439057081546059?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/899439057081546059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=899439057081546059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/899439057081546059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/899439057081546059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/promised.html' title='Promised'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-3495080722430687756</id><published>2009-12-15T10:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:02:56.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Railway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/Sybwy7Uam8I/AAAAAAAAANk/9kd8kTKj5Xo/s1600-h/prisoners.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/Sybwy7Uam8I/AAAAAAAAANk/9kd8kTKj5Xo/s320/prisoners.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415280359667047362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SybvSZphdrI/AAAAAAAAANc/9zVesGv3d8Y/s1600-h/DSC_3226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SybvSZphdrI/AAAAAAAAANc/9zVesGv3d8Y/s320/DSC_3226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415278701361329842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SybvRxBxtMI/AAAAAAAAANU/f3rd-a0XV1k/s1600-h/DSC_3207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SybvRxBxtMI/AAAAAAAAANU/f3rd-a0XV1k/s320/DSC_3207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415278690457203906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SybvRcBfbJI/AAAAAAAAANM/qnhuDxWi0Go/s1600-h/DSC_3154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SybvRcBfbJI/AAAAAAAAANM/qnhuDxWi0Go/s320/DSC_3154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415278684818861202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the V17's RAE class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Don't know.. the question doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;U: Apa yang sen sen? soalan RM50 lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U: Nanti, masa RAE, kalau tak tau jawapan apa. Tengok orang sebelah sebab itu hanya mengikut arahan. Dekat bawah kertas kan tulis 'Sila lihat sebelah'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U: Siapa pernah pergi scuba diving?&lt;br /&gt;E: *silence*&lt;br /&gt;U: Takde? Kesiannya. Kenapa orang yang terjun tu, terjun kebelakang bukan ke depan?&lt;br /&gt;S: Nanti hidung tak masuk air.&lt;br /&gt;U: Salah... Kalau dia terjun kedepan, nanti habis lah muka dia terhempas&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (can't remember the word)&lt;/span&gt; dekat bot.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-3495080722430687756?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/3495080722430687756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=3495080722430687756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3495080722430687756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3495080722430687756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/railway.html' title='Railway'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/Sybwy7Uam8I/AAAAAAAAANk/9kd8kTKj5Xo/s72-c/prisoners.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-5451058550578173649</id><published>2009-12-11T21:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:56:11.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont</title><content type='html'>You've dropped the sarcasm, congratulations. But: Don't shout at me just because you want to. Don't get mad at me just because you want to. It isn't fair. Stop picking on me. I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm. In. No. Mood. For. Anything. Now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SySr-O4x39I/AAAAAAAAANE/mgeytIniZzM/s1600-h/trouble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SySr-O4x39I/AAAAAAAAANE/mgeytIniZzM/s320/trouble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414641737642663890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes calling herself fat and when I go calling her fat, she calls me a bitch. This is up here to get you in trouble, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-5451058550578173649?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/5451058550578173649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=5451058550578173649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/5451058550578173649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/5451058550578173649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont.html' title='Dont'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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/_dPlPvg35GVM/SySr-O4x39I/AAAAAAAAANE/mgeytIniZzM/s72-c/trouble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-6350833792813401550</id><published>2009-12-10T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:55:31.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>w/o Jehan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SyDiyETUsGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/-NjnyIYjSU8/s1600-h/DSC_2424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SyDiyETUsGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/-NjnyIYjSU8/s320/DSC_2424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413576101875462242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SyDixUQ1KwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9rHU5KrE7k4/s1600-h/DSC_2422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SyDixUQ1KwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9rHU5KrE7k4/s320/DSC_2422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413576088980105986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SyDiwxXPklI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3kXoP5PsauA/s1600-h/DSC_2418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SyDiwxXPklI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3kXoP5PsauA/s320/DSC_2418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413576079611761234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SyDiwSLyq9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/bWo7SGzrhCQ/s1600-h/DSC_2417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SyDiwSLyq9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/bWo7SGzrhCQ/s320/DSC_2417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413576071242230738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SyDivkPQTGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/w_eBF-M_Ydk/s1600-h/DSC_2414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SyDivkPQTGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/w_eBF-M_Ydk/s320/DSC_2414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413576058908724322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a offblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SyDhaQCx22I/AAAAAAAAAMM/QqfIdcWkw6Y/s1600-h/DSC_2412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SyDhaQCx22I/AAAAAAAAAMM/QqfIdcWkw6Y/s320/DSC_2412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413574593198807906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a offblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SyDhZ7nznwI/AAAAAAAAAME/1eebTFWMYhs/s1600-h/DSC_2411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SyDhZ7nznwI/AAAAAAAAAME/1eebTFWMYhs/s320/DSC_2411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413574587716968194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a offblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SyDhZb5fGSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/06svB6mOBLk/s1600-h/DSC_2409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SyDhZb5fGSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/06svB6mOBLk/s320/DSC_2409.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413574579201186082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a offblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SyDhY5J1c2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/NBlRf-kADsg/s1600-h/DSC_2408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SyDhY5J1c2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/NBlRf-kADsg/s320/DSC_2408.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413574569874518882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough... for now. I was wearing me pumps 'cos I wasn't bothered to get my socks so that I could wear my shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-6350833792813401550?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/6350833792813401550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=6350833792813401550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/6350833792813401550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/6350833792813401550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/wo-jehan.html' title='w/o Jehan'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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/_dPlPvg35GVM/SyDiyETUsGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/-NjnyIYjSU8/s72-c/DSC_2424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-1013434289467463128</id><published>2009-12-06T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:19:54.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I'll be back later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Promise me you'll wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't blog... until the 16th, probably, I'm not sure. Tomorrow, I'll be on my way to JB, will be back on the 9th. On the 10th, I'm going to Sunway Lagoon then on the 12th, I have RAE class. And on the 16th, my mind would all clear out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-1013434289467463128?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/1013434289467463128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=1013434289467463128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/1013434289467463128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/1013434289467463128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-be-back-later-promise-me-youll-wait.html' title='Will'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-7048611030615941343</id><published>2009-12-02T11:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:36:06.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yfbc9C6YWFM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yfbc9C6YWFM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina and Asma pretty much killed it the whole morning + with the scary laughs and karaoke that scared the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't really stay up any longer. 7 hours in One Utama and then sleeping early in the morn? It aint a good combination except for the insomaniac (insomniac + maniac). (/point Asma)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE LIKE LIKE OMIGOD! It's December already. Okayy... I'm left out. If I was still in Manchester and still in Primary school, I'd be... making season greeting's card and decorating the Christmas Tree in school. The teacher's would probably make us memorise Winter Wonderland to sing during the assembly and Mrs Beaumont would tell us to stop running before we slip. Miss Batkin will tell us to wear our coats before going outside and Morgan, Manisha, Danya and I would be next to the heater warming our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘100 Sexiest Men On The Planet 2009’.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;82&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1/ Jackson Rathbone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59/ Colin Farrell&lt;br /&gt;58/ John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;50/ Josh Holloway&lt;br /&gt;49/ Jake Gyllenhaal&lt;br /&gt;31/ Cristiano Ronaldo&lt;br /&gt;30/ Orlando Bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2/ Kellan Lutz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's from some magazine, I don't lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE WICKED FRIENDS. Heh. Heh. Q came, saw her for the last time until next year that is. So, whattodew, whattodew. We fried chips, Q and Hana ruined the first lot. Better off eating fried mash potato. While frying, we made a Frap. Vanilla. Hana couldn't get enough of those. We then went out to take pictures. My pumps are wet. We climbed like monkeys. We played Knowing Me, Knowing You before we took pictures. Seems like no one knows Q well enough. She doesn't talk much, that's why. It was fun. Nothing sad. A great last day of seeing each other. Haha, 'seeing', sounds so gayish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from One Utama. Went to get a car. Brought back a McLaren. :P Okay, I have to pack my clothes... I couldn't find my battery + battery charger for the flash. My room's all messy and I can't be arsed to clean it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE OUR TRIPOD PHOTOSHOOT.&lt;br /&gt;*WINK WINK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-7048611030615941343?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/7048611030615941343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=7048611030615941343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7048611030615941343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7048611030615941343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/cut.html' title='Cut'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-8696199638369473465</id><published>2009-12-01T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:25:29.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Alice: It's time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Asma: I guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;JACKSON RATHBONE IS WELL HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;KELLAN LUTZ IS WELL FIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya Haji was... boring. Didn't even do anything. I didn't even solat sunat! The only part of Raya Haji that I like is obviously the food. Ketupat and all those stuff, LOVE-LEH. I could go a whole month eating that. Tee Hee, am I sad or what? Went to Kuala Selangor then to Muar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Muar... we hung out like how we used to long time ago. Us cousins, I mean. But it only lasted for a few. We started of with sitting in the dark, at the wood part of the house ofcourse. That has been the place we hang out since... like... forever. Anyway, then we all started dancing. Then came dikir barat. And in the end we started shoving and pushing each other. The dikir barat was funny. Hazmie got a netbook, Ila went back to her kampung so basically... IDK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a story about 'pontianak' yesterday. Yesterday, right? It was a last minute thing. Booked the ticket 1 hour before the movie.. or was it 2 hours? So we arrived and went to the counter to get our tickets and at the counter next to ours', Nurul Farhana was there. Then... I went to print pictures out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went in for the movie. What is it with Bella calling Jacob BEAUTIFUL. It sounds gay. I mean, it does fit Edward Cullen but not Jacob. No, definitely not Jacob. I like the new director, he made Charlie have more emotions and all. I like New Moon way better than Twilight. The ending was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E: Marry me, Bella.&lt;br /&gt;A: What the? That was stupid. &lt;/blockquote&gt;So, went out and walked around. We hung outside actually 'cos we don't know what to eat. In the end, we ended up at Subway. Then went around and all. At one part, Hakim and Hafiz followed us around. *wink wink* HUAHAHAA. Okay, I just killed it. Then Papa came 'cos he wanted to book an iPhone but the guy wouldn't let him. So we went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina and Munirah came. It was well wicked last night. Slept ... EARLY... . Today, Nina and I made cookies... didn't work so I texted Iman to make me cookies. Hah. Hah. I want a massive one. LIKE A BIG MASSIVE ONE.  I don't want an XL, I want a double XL, go figure. ;)&lt;br /&gt;What else did we do? Oh yeah, we went to Macadee. It rained. Well heavy. I should've brought a robe or something. Hah. Hah. Went to get McFlurry. Tee Hee. Then they went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-8696199638369473465?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/8696199638369473465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=8696199638369473465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/8696199638369473465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/8696199638369473465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/12/jr.html' title='JR'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-470726693935807030</id><published>2009-11-24T22:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T00:34:13.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getget.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her tear drops will explode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Into the night that glitters, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.emercedesbenz.com/Images/Aug06/29_ASMA_Eagle_1_S_Class/ASMA-Design%20S-Class%20Eagle1%20%281%29Mercedes_Benz_S_Class_By_ASMA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 249px;" src="http://www.emercedesbenz.com/Images/Aug06/29_ASMA_Eagle_1_S_Class/ASMA-Design%20S-Class%20Eagle1%20%281%29Mercedes_Benz_S_Class_By_ASMA.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jehan's house was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know those chicks. They were all being such a pain in the butt hole. Okay, so I was lying down watching 2012. Then some CHICK came, nicked my pillow and lied down next to me. The another CHICK came and sat beside me... blocking my view. After that, another chick came and squeezed me and chick number 2. That blew me up so I went and sat right at the back. I stayed there while steam was coming out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to get some fried rice and I got my place back. We watched a movie and in the end we decided to stop it and watch something else.They then went out to play basketball and I stayed in because it was well crowded and inside, I can have the whole TV to myself. Well, probably not because Q then came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played truth or dare for a second then went out. Waited for my dad and then he came. The shouters plus Nicklaus walked me outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Giant and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHANGED MY PHONE NUMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; because of her! She spends RM50+ on her phone every bloody month and he warned her enough. He finally blew up and decided on changing us to Maxis because you'll have to top up and all. Instead of just her getting the maxis, my brother and I were dragged in aswell. So now, I have a maxis and every month or-so I will have to top up which is a PAIN IN THE ASS. And and, before, I was kind-of lost in Giant and I wanted to call my dad up but then I remembered that I'll have to pay so I decided to search for him as what people USED to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am attached to my phone number as much as I am attached to my blog's url. And and now, I'll have to tell people that I've changed my number and all. SUCH A PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See... I couldn't go out because of her. Now, my life is harder because of her. I'm using maxis which means that I will have to top-up myself. Now, I can't call any of my family members eventhough we're in the same house because of her. All because of her. Thank you, mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H: OMG! OMG! THANKK YOUUU! *hugs jehan* *hugs Q*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: She doesn't hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H: * touched my cheeks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the fact that my friends know me well. :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-470726693935807030?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/470726693935807030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=470726693935807030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/470726693935807030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/470726693935807030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/11/getget.html' title='Getget.'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-5122527930616853909</id><published>2009-11-23T08:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:58:51.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I always ended up in tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's just the way my world was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the other day, I said that I'm not good in remembering passwords? Well, I'm using my dad's Lenovo right now and I tried signing in on Skype and I had to reset my password. Because I couldn't remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my mum's office because there's an air conditioner. What a stupid reason. But HEY! Air conditioner or fan? Obviously, you'll choose the air conditioner wouldn't you? Okay.. I'm crapping. Anyway... I got this office all to myself because my mum isn't here. Oh yeah, before I wanted to wear my new shoes so I asked my mum if we had to take off our shoes when we go in her office, I heard her say yes. So, then I wore my old one and she walked in her office with her shoes on. I have to go get my ears checked, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ate noodles then went to the shops and bought Chicken Chop. After that, I went into my mum's office and stayed there. While she was in a meeting, I went to the waffles shop and got myself some waffles. I got back to the office without getting lost. I'm so proud of myself. Long time ago, once, my mum was in the office and my taekwondo class just finished, I tried going to my mum's office by myself but then I got lost so I cried and went to a public phone. Yeh, then I went to a hall and sat at the back.. trying to sleep. LOL. But I didn't because... I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do anything yesterday because Mami went somewhere and she took the Triton. The wiper of Mami's car is broken so then yeah, she couldn't drive it. We were suppose to go to The Curve. Oh well. When Mami came back we went to... can't remember where for a house warming. Then we went back home and the end. I didn't blog yesterday because of the internet. BLOODY SLOW. I couldn't load anything. Seriously. I slept at.. 10? I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life sucks... because somebody did something that they shouldn't be doing and now, because of her I can't do anything. Pfth. URGH. BECAUSE OF HER. All because of her they wouldn't trust her or even me although I didn't do anything. It's all because of her. And yes, I will throw all the blame on her because it is her fault. She always go around calling me a bitch, she never realised that she's one too. She goes making this bitchy face and she thinks she can get everything she wants. When will she grow up? She's 15 for goodness sake. GROW UP! Even I don't make that UGLY face when I go mad and all, innit? Then why do you have to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow, I will need to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ring a teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something else&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/6885612573022983185-5122527930616853909?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/5122527930616853909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=5122527930616853909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/5122527930616853909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/5122527930616853909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/11/neh.html' title='Neh'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-7605702769294990937</id><published>2009-11-21T20:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T15:17:48.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Max 1 Lunar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUESS WHAT MY PARENTS BOUGHT ME?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AIR MAX 1 LUNAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;THANK YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/Swfkg5djd3I/AAAAAAAAALs/unQb75jELwY/s1600/21112009204D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/Swfkg5djd3I/AAAAAAAAALs/unQb75jELwY/s320/21112009204D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406541131513296754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, my feet are long... probably nearly the same as my dad's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wanted the safari one because it looks 'weird' but the difference between that one and Lunar was RM100++ so I went with Lunar. There were only like 8 choices and it took me 1 hour to choose, I think it took me 1 hour. There was this other one, it looks well wicked but the front bit was well thin. So yeah, Air Max 1 Lunar. *grins like orang gila* I'm not going to wreck this one like what I did to my Air Max LTD. I'm going to take care of it properly and get a new one next year. ^^ I'm going to go to Sole What everytime I visit Mid Valley because that shop is the BOMB! KAisyah said that it sells all the premiums, limited and etc ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had starbucks and ate Sizzling. Gahhhhh! Papa took the internet modem... is it modem? Well whatever it is, he took it and put it somewhere else. Now my internet is bloody slow. It used to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next to me&lt;/span&gt; now it's all the way in Mars. I bet Papa and KAisyah are having the time of their lives with the connection as fast as what mine used to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d'ASMAhamid: so slowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;Mohd Misnan: cry like a babay&lt;br /&gt;d'ASMAhamid: I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;Mohd Misnan: err.. mine also slow .. blame it on telekom&lt;br /&gt;Mohd Misnan: i need to put 4Mbps internet ..&lt;br /&gt;d'ASMAhamid: is it better?&lt;br /&gt;Mohd Misnan: no .. it will be slower&lt;br /&gt;d'ASMAhamid: WWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHY?&lt;br /&gt;Mohd Misnan: of course it is better duh&lt;br /&gt;d'ASMAhamid: oh. lol.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yes, I do chat to my dad eventhough we're in the same house and no, it is not weird. Yes, I do text my sister while we're in the same house and no, it is not weird. Yes, we do call each other eventhough we're in the same house and no, it is not weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I better go read theRAE stuff if I want to keep my shoe. :'( No fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing in life is fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2012 thing is seriously creeping me out. They've found ways to connect it to Islam and all the other religions. But isn't Allah suppose to be the only one to know.. when doomsday will be? Please correct me if I'm wrong because I don't really understand. What everyone is trying to say is that 2012 is doomsday, correct? And have you ever wondered, if everyone knows when doomsday will be, wouldn't they pray 24/7? Wouldn't they say sorry to everyone? Wouldn't they not sleep just to read the Quran? And all that because they know when doomsday is. Isn't doomsday be like our death? We can never know when we'll die... because only God knows? You know.. I'm freaking myself out. Explanation please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-7605702769294990937?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/7605702769294990937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=7605702769294990937&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7605702769294990937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7605702769294990937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/11/air-max-1-lunar.html' title='Air Max 1 Lunar'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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/_dPlPvg35GVM/Swfkg5djd3I/AAAAAAAAALs/unQb75jELwY/s72-c/21112009204D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-4540247455091819417</id><published>2009-11-20T09:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:25:27.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♪ Will you be sorry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By then I won't be sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qa5P7be14Lk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qa5P7be14Lk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So cute. So hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Keith for the second time. The last time I watched it was when it came out. I think I didn't watch it again is because it makes me cry. Yep. Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; of myself when I go around googling Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pattinson&lt;/span&gt; but it doesn't happen with Jesse McCartney. I must love Jesse McCartney. Tee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like having my own computer because I often forget my password. So since I have my own computer, I check the remember password button so that I wouldn't have to enter it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so random. I went to school and did a random job. I went upstairs and played a random game. I asked a very random question. I played a very random card game. I played the  card game with random people. I went for break at a random time.  I randomly got free Fried Rice and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Currypuff&lt;/span&gt;. I took pictures with random teachers. I randomly said thank you to random people. I have random pictures in the camera. I went walking around school randomly. PF taught us random Geography. I randomly went to a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tomyam&lt;/span&gt; Shop&lt;/span&gt; to drink&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sirap&lt;/span&gt; Bandung&lt;/span&gt; and eat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kerang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bakar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I randomly played on Hakim's PS3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How random can my day get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right, like I'm gonna believe that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oops. I think I have forgotten something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;AZAM&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank you for being so clever, bringing my grades down. Thank you for spreading my secret. Thank you for under estimating me. Thank you for making me clean the board. Thank you for making fun of my name tag. Thank you for taking the mick of my English and Malay. Thank you for making me sweep the floor every Tuesday. Thank you for never thanking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE MISERABLE YEAR YOU GAVE ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You do know that I'm only kidding right?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for helping me out. Thank you for... I can't think of anything else to be thankful for... it has all been stated above. Sorry for insulting, backstabbing, gossiping and hitting you. And those other stuff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;as well&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I do love you very much, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;class&lt;/span&gt;room. We've been through a lot together. Haven't we? I mean.. okay.. I don't like typing out to something that doesn't exist. Us 2As, we've been through a lot. More fighting than peace making. But those fights are the ones that we will tell our grand children one day. I do hate lots of people in my class. I seriously do but I lived with them. I chained myself to the ground and stayed strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something to admit. I don't actually hate them. I don't really mind them actually. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. You know, when I type out stuff like this.. I usually go all teary but right now, I'm not. That must mean 2A did not take anything out of my life. It probably did put something in my life but it didn't take anything out. That's good, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Gahahaa&lt;/span&gt;. I'm making it as if 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Azam&lt;/span&gt; is a person's name. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-4540247455091819417?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/4540247455091819417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=4540247455091819417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/4540247455091819417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/4540247455091819417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/11/jm.html' title='JM'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-890091124843686644</id><published>2009-11-19T13:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:33:30.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♪ So I'd rather you hear it from me first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unrehearsed, yes, unrehearsed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I watched the best episode (to me) of CSI:NY. But it will be continued tomorrow, so I'll have to watch CSI tomorrow... or next week? Ignore. You know like I'm gonna make a blog for 2010 and ditch this one? I feel like keeping my URL. I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;attached&lt;/span&gt; to it. But... I can't. My own rule. Haha. I need ideas, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Emmett's the strongest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Rosalie's the hottest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Edward's the fastest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Bella's the clumsiest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Alice's the quirkiest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But only Jasper can sit in a corner and STILL make everyone feel jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEAM JASPER &amp;amp; EMMETT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasper first though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakim got &lt;strike&gt;us&lt;/strike&gt; himself a PS3 because he got 5As. We went out for dinner. I have nothing else to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-890091124843686644?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/890091124843686644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=890091124843686644&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/890091124843686644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/890091124843686644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-morning-i-watched-best-episode-to.html' title='Insert'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-457455171179949852</id><published>2009-11-18T22:31:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:28:54.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>181109</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♪ We can change the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Re-arrange the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a282/da_un4hetable_gurl/Happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 523px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a282/da_un4hetable_gurl/Happy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love my phone's camera because it makes my face look clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we're not still friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will surely need this quote for my optimistic self in the future&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I couldn't upload the pictures that was taken on my dad's Cybershot because my card reader is broken and I can't find the usb connector. I'll go nick either Aisyah's or Papa's laptop/netbook tomorrow so I could upload 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Qamaryna Kamarudin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hana Sohaibah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Engku Nur Jehan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;because they weren't in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We better make the outing earlier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-457455171179949852?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/457455171179949852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=457455171179949852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/457455171179949852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/457455171179949852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/11/181109.html' title='181109'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-8201817429295690588</id><published>2009-11-18T09:43:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:06:15.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♪ I'd feel rather afraid and insincere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you began to disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_dPlPvg35GVM/SwNTtI6ZNwI/AAAAAAAAALc/n0_ZLzVMQoM/s1600/nina%2Bboybands%3Dasma%27shappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SwNTtI6ZNwI/AAAAAAAAALc/n0_ZLzVMQoM/s320/nina%2Bboybands%3Dasma%27shappy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405256012726351618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dare you to click it and read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SwNRwHQMR4I/AAAAAAAAALM/mtrSbz3_NSc/s1600/rocks+over+robert+pattinson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SwNRwHQMR4I/AAAAAAAAALM/mtrSbz3_NSc/s320/rocks+over+robert+pattinson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405253864797259650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tock = rock&lt;br /&gt;O0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let youse know the truth, I didn't actually want to blog today 'cos there ain't anything to blog about. I went to school... only a few came. Lots went to camp, I guess. I had to help the teachers do some stuff. Then after break time, I went back to class and we played TRUTH. It was well fun. I was skipping around. Why? Because I felt so hyper. We then took pictures. Tee Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S, thank you for finally telling me the truth. Thank you for finally admiting. Thank you for asking. Now, I better start watching my mouth to make sure not to hurt your feelings. I'll be taking care of my feelings to not go overboard. But you should do that too. Thank you. But like, our last day is this Friday and you're gonna forget all about it next year. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUMBLE BEE IS SO CUTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Muaz is bumble bee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-8201817429295690588?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/8201817429295690588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=8201817429295690588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/8201817429295690588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/8201817429295690588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/11/blue.html' title='Blue'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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/_dPlPvg35GVM/SwNTtI6ZNwI/AAAAAAAAALc/n0_ZLzVMQoM/s72-c/nina%2Bboybands%3Dasma%27shappy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-3550525017494372321</id><published>2009-11-17T16:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:34:41.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♪ It's a masquerade, a love parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So won't you stay and dance with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;EC, Edward Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1789. I wish Edward Cullen had never been created. Then girls would have reasonable expectations for us guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT IS SOO CUUTEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wear a mask... they're so cool! And PRETTY. I wish I could buy one and wear it to school. It would be bloody cool. Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I want a mask for my late birthday present or something. I don't want the ones with sticks though... those are so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JACKSON RATHBONE IS HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://16.media.tumblr.com/jZwBSkZFAqtfbiigw6IWp6c3o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 234px;" src="http://16.media.tumblr.com/jZwBSkZFAqtfbiigw6IWp6c3o1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;equals HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;: Direction guy, goodluck for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;: Ahahaha i know who you're, you're ASMA.xD.haha.btw,thank you and pray fr me :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;: -.-' who's asma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;: Haha heyy, don't pretend like don't know who u are. :P. asma asma asma. hahaha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;: Seriously. who's asma? I don't pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;: aisyah's sister :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;: what are you on about? shouldn't you be studying since you are currently scared out of your wits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;: I know ure asma :-). and yeah,i am. x).so pray for me lola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;: You suck. Lola happens to be my imaginary friend. sapa bagitau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;: at last u mengaku. haa i ada sixthsense y'know. actually, i investigate by tgk ure num and aisyah was like the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;: Jahat -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;: I am ure nightmare. wuhh happy gla aku hri ni. u made my day asma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;: My nightmare... totally. menakutkan gila. okayyy. what did i do? o0 btw, i terer, i make everybody's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;:What did u do? u buat i gelak smpai nak pecah perot and yeah thnx for cheer me up and bring me confident for tmrw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short. We as in Noina and I, tried prankcalling him. He didn't wake up so he texted me the next morning. I told him tht I wanted direction because i was lost in Kota Bharu. He then said something about... I can't remember then I told him that I found his number on a lamp post. STOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TERER is my new favourite word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-3550525017494372321?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/3550525017494372321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=3550525017494372321&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3550525017494372321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3550525017494372321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/11/ec.html' title='EC'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-7072933660430466622</id><published>2009-11-16T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T09:41:42.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♪ In this world you tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not leaving me alone behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's no other way&lt;br /&gt;I'll pray to the gods: let them stay&lt;/span&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/_dPlPvg35GVM/SwH8z09EkoI/AAAAAAAAALE/fu41sDG4qmk/s1600/DSC_1588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SwH8z09EkoI/AAAAAAAAALE/fu41sDG4qmk/s320/DSC_1588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404878995139629698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jehan went home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I dislike posts that are about the future. I dislike change and you all should know that. Yes, NF, that was me. *looks down* It makes me all emotional and then I'll go all teary. I don't like that. I do want to move forward, I do want to grow up but I don't want to leave things behind. I wish everybody could just move forward with me... in the same direction. I wish. The fact that Q's leaving... that's her moving forward without me. Ha! Ha! It always lead up to Q leaving. That's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving makes you forget about your friends. Leaving makes you forget about your friends. It happens. You can't fight it. You'll have a will to not forget them but eventually, you will. I'm not lying. It happened to me. *raises  shoulders* It's just the way life is, I think. When you forget them, if you pray to reconnect, God will probably help you. The thing is, when you've already forgotten them, how can you reconnect again? OMG. I'm crapping. Psh.. Psh... That's what facebook is for, isn't it? Myspace is not... probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at photos of the Boogles scares me because we all look so happy, so complete but one day... we'll have to go our own way. To the north, north-east, east, south-east, south, south-west, west, north-west and between those. We'll be apart one day and probably-one day,  someone else will make us so happy, so complete but it'll never be the same. When the time comes, I'll try to look at the positive side with hope that we'll meet again, on earth or during afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;BTW, I DISLIKE THIS POST TOO.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-7072933660430466622?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/7072933660430466622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=7072933660430466622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7072933660430466622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7072933660430466622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/11/must.html' title='Must'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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/_dPlPvg35GVM/SwH8z09EkoI/AAAAAAAAALE/fu41sDG4qmk/s72-c/DSC_1588.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-5435590616659088370</id><published>2009-11-15T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:07:39.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;♪ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Knowin&lt;/span&gt;' you can always count on me, for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For good times and bad times&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your side forever more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SwAWH3FOG3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/KqRsnrhAfrc/s1600-h/DSC_1475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SwAWH3FOG3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/KqRsnrhAfrc/s320/DSC_1475.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404343877145336690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NOINA&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;As'm's&lt;/span&gt; hormones are working. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the late post. I slept early yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;boogles&lt;/span&gt; went to Q's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WELL SICK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the first to arrive, I ate then when I went to add some more, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jehan&lt;/span&gt; came. After I finished eating, Hana came. Then the party started. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. We went Q's room then went out to play pool. After a few hits Hana and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jehan&lt;/span&gt; retired. So it was only me and Q. Q's sister then started to bug us. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... they wanted to play. I gave up. It was too hard. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Fatin&lt;/span&gt;.. I think it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Fatin&lt;/span&gt;, she told me that I have to come to her house more often so I can practice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q then took out two umbrellas as it was raining and all of us went to the pond. Went around the pond and stepped on duck shit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. We went back up and sat on that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;swing&lt;/span&gt; thing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jehan's&lt;/span&gt; parents then came to pick her up. After that, we had to cut the cake for Adam's birthday. They made fruit pizza. Remember when it was my birthday? We tried making fruit pizza and it turned into cheese cake? Well, it's that fruit pizza. If would never turn out how it turned out because we forgotten to put the flour in, the other day. Remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took out the bikes then put it back. Q took out an ice cream tub and we ate ice cream. She then took out burger meats and we grilled it. We went to sit on the patio and took pictures. It took ages until we ate. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. After we finished eating, we went to Q's room and played this word game. I WON. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;KAisyah&lt;/span&gt; then called and I had to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't accept the fact that she'll be leaving us on the 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-5435590616659088370?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/5435590616659088370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=5435590616659088370&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/5435590616659088370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/5435590616659088370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/11/double-fun.html' title='Double Fun'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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/_dPlPvg35GVM/SwAWH3FOG3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/KqRsnrhAfrc/s72-c/DSC_1475.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-7482581651654318533</id><published>2009-11-13T21:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:16:55.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU'RE 21 AGAIN, innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/Sv1pwNbVRJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/eYxTdNWZcz4/s1600-h/H,F,M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/Sv1pwNbVRJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/eYxTdNWZcz4/s320/H,F,M.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403591404873401490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My USB hub is being such a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today. Was. Fun. But. Tiring. But. Still. Fun. After. It. All. Stopped. It. Was. Fun. I. Shall. Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school at 1 o'clock, as usual. I waited around until I found Marcella. Went cam whoring, without the whore. Haha. I then helped the teachers in the hall. At around 2.30, I started messing about and at 3, I started complaining how hot is was. HOT not WARM. It was well warm that it became hot. So, I went to the gate to take the first ones in. The prefects were all fussy. Haha. But they looked excited, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went back to the Bengkel.. it was PACKED. I then went around. Gave my camera to F because I was too tired. I had to run from here to there and from there to here because people kept searching for me. I then took the video camera and went around, it was lighter. Hana and I went up to the forth for at one point because teacher told us to take pictures of prefects working. We went up and they were playing with batman, not working as what they were supposed to do. We went down to the MPV and gotten our food. Stored our food in the back room. I was so tired. Serious shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then sat down with the MCs... and I was suppose to be one of them. Anyway, after they all finished, we went to the back and started eating. It was all peaceful until..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: Asma... makan properly.&lt;br /&gt;A: Huh? Aku makan properly.&lt;br /&gt;N: Then.. makan proper sikit.&lt;br /&gt;A: Proper lah ni.&lt;br /&gt;N: *points to the left*&lt;br /&gt;A: Hahhaaaa! Bodoh je. Masalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we all finished, we went to wash our hands and when we came back to the Bengkel, everyone was like... ''nampak batman?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And they started looking around. Up, down, right and left for Batman. I was going to say padan muka but then... I wouldn't be happy if someone said that to me if I lose my camera. So yeah. Poor him. Then some of the guys had to go through custom. LOL. Spotcheck. While they had to get spotchecked, me mates took my camera and started CAMWHORING! BTW, Hariz is such a big mouth. I had to help PH count all the marks. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nabil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt; were disturbing me. I was counting out loud. Counting on they made fun of me and started saying that I can't count. Then someone gave me their phone. o0. I had to count the same pile like 3 times and I keep getting different amount. Gave it to &lt;strike&gt;F&lt;/strike&gt;M and it was different, gave it to H and it was different. We were then called to the hall. We went and had to watch people get presents. After that, went out and took pictures. Went back home as if we still have all next week together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE DON'T&lt;/span&gt;, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-7482581651654318533?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/7482581651654318533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=7482581651654318533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7482581651654318533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7482581651654318533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun.html' title='Fun'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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/_dPlPvg35GVM/Sv1pwNbVRJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/eYxTdNWZcz4/s72-c/H,F,M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-4889768899369746476</id><published>2009-11-13T09:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:30:11.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tummy</title><content type='html'>My tummy's being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gedik&lt;/span&gt; again. It's tingling. And I feel like jumping up high and all. I think I'm high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am not against any Liverpool, Chelsea, man city and those other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FCs&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not a die hard supporter of Man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Utd&lt;/span&gt;. I just prefer to play along with what people say. I support England, I don't do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FCs&lt;/span&gt; because you can check out my room... I have Liverpool stuffs in my wardrobe and all. Heck... during the 2006 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FIFA&lt;/span&gt; World Cup, I was hoping Germany would win. But I still do support England. But I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to support Ghana. We had to draw a country for a hat... then we'll have to support that team for the rest of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FIFA&lt;/span&gt; World Cup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-4889768899369746476?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/4889768899369746476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=4889768899369746476&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/4889768899369746476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/4889768899369746476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/11/tummy.html' title='Tummy'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-3523987657334195793</id><published>2009-11-13T08:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:48:38.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♪ Wherever you go, whatever you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/buzVBu0bR-w&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/buzVBu0bR-w&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ronan Keating looks hot. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatchhaaaa! I've gone retarded and you can't do nothing about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woo wee woo wee woo wee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beep beep beep! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STOOOOOOPPPPP AND STAAAAAAAAAAAARE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my KH/LS mark. LOL. Who cares. I then got my text books. CF saw my camera, Dzaf was holding it, she told Dzaf to hide it. Hahaa. How cool is she? LOL. Yeah. I didn't get to play truth or dare with Rashid and them. Sahera and I went to order pizza. The pizza came late by... 4 minutes. The guy ignored us when we told him... -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started to PARRTTAAAAYYYY!!! It wasn't even fun. Last year was better, probably because me mates were with me. I'm not saying that my... arghh. Sack that. Didn't even finish the cake. I ate like way too much popia. Well good tho. I then brought the cake up to the teacher's room and told all the teachers that 2A left cake for them. I then ran downstairs to the Bengkel Elektronik. There was a meeting for tomorrow and I was late but she knows that I'm gonna be late .I was the only one that's not a prefect. Cool or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AH: Cikgu... saya nak letak cake ni kat bilik guru dulu then saya turun. Nak panggil Hana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PM: Okay. okay. Tak payah. Kamu sorang je tak pe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AH: Okay. *runs up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: *Stood up from being beside cikgu and moved to the front* Lelah, tepi sikit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A:*ignored M* -.-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: *Sat down* Eh.. touchscreen, bawak touchscreen tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: *ignored M*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: Bawak lah tu. Nak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: *geleng-geleng*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There are stuff in there that needs to be deleted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: *nicked my chair*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Nak kerusi balik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: *geleng-geleng*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Ee, masalahnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: *ignores*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: *Got a chair and sat further away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: Kesian kau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: *put the chair back*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Masalah gila dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NN: Weh. Budak tu tengok sini je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AH: Tengok Nawal lah kot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(heard something about monyet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AH: *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NH: Budak tu kurang ajar gila. B***.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AH: Fi pun kurang ajar gila, dia pun b***.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NN: Lepak ah weh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AH: *smirks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NH: -.-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HN: asma&lt;br /&gt;AH: *looks*&lt;br /&gt;HN: Kenapa ada kat sini?&lt;br /&gt;AH: photographer &lt;/blockquote&gt;PM put my name us as MC but then this other teacher told me to be a photographer. I don't mind really, I can give my camera to Hana and all. But then she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; wanted me, so I went with that. I got ulcers because I ate lollipops. Andand my left eye was red so Nawal kept covering her eyes. FGS, it ain't gonna hurt you 'cos it didn't even hurt me. I didn't even feel a thing. It was itchy at first but that's it. Nothing more. The prefects were taking their phones out like no one can see them. Haha. I then called Hana to come down. A teacher came, I went up. Then had to run down. All the prefects were still in the Bengkel. -.-' I should've stayed. Then I went home. With a bag of heavy text books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got ready and then went to... UIA PJ to send mami for something. Then Papa, Hakim, Muaz and I went to Tropicana City Mall. Ate at Eat&amp;amp;Run then went to Carrefour. Wanted to go to Toys R Us but didn't have time. I haven't been there for ages. I seriously want to play with play dohs and barbies. No kidding. Why? 'Cos when I was small, I couldn't play with play dohs, I'm allergic to them, you see. Barbies? IDK. I just feel like it. Hahaaa. Dropped by at Mak Zam's to pick KAisyah up then went home. Arrived around 12, couldn't sleep until 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sahera: Sah kau tak boleh tidur malam ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3 hours past my bedtime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cantremember: I bet you blushed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't blush. -.-' )&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-3523987657334195793?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/3523987657334195793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=3523987657334195793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3523987657334195793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3523987657334195793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/11/missed.html' title='Missed'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-7251839610946565681</id><published>2009-11-11T11:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T10:25:34.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RBF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♪ So give me something to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I am living just to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6uUuNwVELyQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6uUuNwVELyQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love this song. It's so pessimistically fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee. Thank you for reading. Bye-bye. I'm being so sad. Ya guys wanna know somin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day in school with Qamaryna Kamarudin was last two days. Which was on Monday. Meaning that I will never go to the same school as her anymore. Everything's changing. I don't like change. Like before, I walked to class without the Boogles... and that is what it will be like until I move from SMK BRP. No one to share lunch with, innit Hana? No more telling Q to walk quicker, no more waiting for Q to walk faster, no more going through the rain with Q, no more complaining about the sun with Q, no more taking detours because of certain people. May I say that I'm crying right now? Yes, I admit, she's not my first bestfriend in SMK BRP, but she was the one that connected us Boogles. Why does auntie have to do her sabatical or however you spell it. Even Mami will do it once I'm in university or something. It's sad, knowing that you couldn't wave hye or bye to your best friend in school anymore. Real sad. It's sad knowing that you couldn't shove your best friend anymore. Well sad. I'm going all touchy but I don't really care. I bet it's gonna be worse when Q actually leaves Malaysia for real. But it's not like she's not coming back. But the fact that we will all probably be grown up by the time we meet again. She's not coming back to SMK BRP. I'm gonna miss her. Gahhh.. I feel like some chick who's losing her boyfriend. Hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my perspective, Q was the one that saved the Boogles... during our big fight. She was right by my side from the start and she stayed. The first time I met her... ahh... this shit, I'll type it out when she leaves Malaysia. Q was the one that started the Boogles. She was the one that thought of the whole thing, I was told. Even if we continue boogly-ing, without Q, it'd probably be different but with all the technology these days.. we could probably scan and send it to her. She can even write inside it. We could probably make an e-boogly. That'd be cool... but it wouldn't be the same anymore, would it? See how everything can change in a click of a finger? How about if we break out into another big fight? Who's gonna stick us back together? Or will we separate then? OMG. *breathe in, breathe out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, other than me mates in//from (ah, you get it) Manchester, the Boogles are the only best friend who I think, I will keep until I die. I hope. I want three of them being my bridesmaid or something. Although I got into trouble because of them... I seriously can't blame then, because I'd do the same. Jehan might move. Hana might move in Form 4, I might too. We're breaking apart bit by bit. I don't like it. Hana doesn't want to go to MRSM... Jehan? Don't bet on it. We'll be so busy. PMR. SPM. Degree. Work. What else? I don't like thinking too far but I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy with my grades. I think I've done great. Ahh.. I couldn't think of better grades. What do you think I am? I am not that stupid to know that the grades I got wasn't good. You rubbing it in my face didn't do anything better. Just stop it. I didn't want to tell you because you didn't want to know in the first place. I didn't want to tell you because I know that you'd do what you just did. Am I pissed? No. Am I annoyed? Probably. I know what I got, I understand why. So please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played UNO, got to be the banker for Monopoly and I went around school. No more Q during rehat. :'( Anyway, I went to class, ALONE, well not exactly. With my classmates to be exact. Straight went to the discipline room. It's probably my favourite room this year. I then had to go around school. Looking at -'s face seriously pisses me off and I don't know why. -.-' I had to go up and down 3 times? No.. 5 times. Even CV complained on seeing me too much. Haha. I then had RE, ditched it. Went up to the discipline room again, with Marcella this time and we had to help out. Do some stuff. While Marcella did her job, I played that game on the computer. Haha.. we did it 'til.. the bell rang. I had to read it out. -, you should be really thankful. Wanna know why? If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't get your merit. *angelic smile* LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-7251839610946565681?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/7251839610946565681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=7251839610946565681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7251839610946565681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7251839610946565681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/11/rbf.html' title='RBF'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-3820558155707834604</id><published>2009-11-10T20:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T10:21:00.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♪ It might have appeared to go unnoticed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I've got it all here in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OVNK_VDQY8I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OVNK_VDQY8I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss SMK Sect 5... all of a sudden. I seriously don't know why. I don't miss me old best friends... I don't think. I probably miss Mr Cher, wicked-est teacher other than MJ in Malaysia. I probably miss Syahirah Diyana. I stopped chatting and all to her.. out of guilt, probably. I think I miss all me classmates, wicked classmates I used to have. They never not let what they want to say out, even if it's so rude. And they're so helpful. They're wicked. And then.. probably scouts, photography club and netball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. SMK BRP is cool in it's own way, I think. I have wicked friends here. Friends that I will probably still keep in contact 'til I die. Probably. Over here, I think I have a family now. Coz' we fight, we laugh, we criticize, we share secrets, we dig out secrets, we make fun of people, we learn, we debate, we gossip, we play truth or dare and we kick each other's ass, TOGETHER. People at SMK BRP never hesitate to call me whatever they want. Asma, Mahfuzah, Fuzah, Adik, Sema, Mama, Woodcutter, Ikan Kembung and other names that I will not put in here. They also don't really mind my feelings... as long as they get their fun. They'll apologise afterwards though and although it hurts, I can't help but forgive them. I'm going all touchy. WOOTWOOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of school is next Friday. My last chance of spending break time with Q is this Friday... if she comes. My last time walking to class with Q is this Friday. My last time saying bye-bye to her when I'm going into class is this Friday. That is.. until next year, next two years probably. Gah.. I'm so gonna miss my bestfriend when she moves. We have the holidays... so I guess I don't have to worry. Not yet. Saying bye-bye to all me mates from 2D and so on, this Friday. Next week, only 2As, 2Bs and 2Cs will be coming at the same time. I hope all of the 2As will come on Friday. Last day together 'cos I bet ya, with all our mixed up marks some of us will move down classes, can't move up, you see. Our party is this Thursday, I hate to say it but I seriously can't wait. I wanted to do it at Pizza Hut but they were so mean that they said no. MEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a bit.. watch me go all emo next Friday. Hahaa. I'm soo not gonna cry 'cos it's stupid. When Q leaves, probably. I will have to ditch RAE class this Saturday, I  think. But it's not like Papa can't teach me. KAisyah won't take it seriously so I won't even bother. I kinda feel sorry for myself.. I mean the exams have just finished and all and I still have to study. Yano what I mean? All I need is to answer half of the questions given then I'll be able to pass and go to Singapore. Tee Hee. I couldn't play Sims 2 until I have studied for the RAE. Gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo.. anyway, I weren't bothered to blog yesterday. I hate history. It's gonna make my report look stupid. Oh well, sack that. I realised that when I read, I forget all the shits happening around me and that's just well sick. Angau brought Bingo. Played it a bit... won once. Then she packed it all up. Then the guys wanted to play so I gave it to them. They asked me set it up, so when I did they started pissing me off, so I went. I was freaking helping them. Such a pain in the ASS hole. I haven't said that in a long time. It has always been butt hole or back side. So I left. Then the girls wanted to play so I took a card. Then the guys went because it was boring and they never even played. They're so dumb. Need a kick in the ass each. Angau was being well funny. She says something everytime the ball comes out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Umur suami Azurah... (number)&lt;br /&gt;Berat Sahera... (number)&lt;br /&gt;Tarikh Asma kahwin... (number)&lt;br /&gt;Markah Nawal... (number)&lt;br /&gt;Kekayaan Amar... (number)&lt;br /&gt;Umur Faris... (number)&lt;br /&gt;Anak Aina... (number)&lt;/blockquote&gt;And she did 98 of that. She missed one out and the other one was number 6. It got us laughing. Angau has a sense of humour. Woot Woot! Just because school's nearly over, people think that I don't mind them telling the whole school. THERE'S STILL NEXT YEAR, FGS! Wait until I tell the whole school about you. Haha. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-3820558155707834604?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/3820558155707834604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=3820558155707834604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3820558155707834604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3820558155707834604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-might-have-appeared-to-go-unnoticed.html' title='Title'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-2666525184828650829</id><published>2009-11-09T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T10:37:19.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut</title><content type='html'>I cut my hair at kampung. Hazmie took it and waved around as if he was some kind of bomoh. They were all making me laugh. Didn't do that to KAisyah, did they? Wicked cousins them, need a slap each, across their face. Make a red mark, their parents wouldn't mind, I can guarantee that. A punch on the arm, make a blue purple mark. Haha.. that'd be wicked. WHOAH. Since when did I go all .... what's the word? Ah, sack that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Mak Tok's, KAisyah and I had a verbal fight. Ended up on our backs, rolling. Way funny. Witty air head came up, can't remember any Faghags. Proper fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, we were playing games in the car. Sang songs to make Muaz sleep and played that sentence game. Seems like the old days.. but we used to play i-spy. On the way to Scotland and all, innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of clothes downstairs, waiting for me to fold and the floors are already calling my name. I can't be &lt;strike&gt;arsed&lt;/strike&gt; bothered to do it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-2666525184828650829?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/2666525184828650829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=2666525184828650829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/2666525184828650829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/2666525184828650829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/11/cut.html' title='Cut'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-7705051189780315069</id><published>2009-11-06T20:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:14:47.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♪ I've got friends and enemies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it just don't bother me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="319" height="258"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gASx9J_8fBM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gASx9J_8fBM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="319" height="258"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aaron Carter clone. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped my purse in the car because I was rushing so I didn't have KAisyah's money with me. Too bad. Anyway, I studied in class with Syaza, Marcella and Aliah. We went to assembly at quater past two. Then yeah... KH was... HARD. I got lots wrong, for sure but I don't feel like caring right now. I went to the surau during break time to pray and study. Those Form 1s were real noisy. They need to learn to respect people who are praying. I then went downstairs.. waited next to the door of my class while reading Geo. I was the first one in class. WOOTWOOT! I then sat on the chair all grumpy. I don't know why myself. Then people had to come and disturb. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: Wow.&lt;br /&gt;C: Baca geo&lt;br /&gt;B: Kau baca apa?&lt;br /&gt;A: Get lost -.-'&lt;br /&gt;C: Boo!&lt;br /&gt;A: Eee.&lt;/blockquote&gt;See how disrespectful that is? Disturbing people while they are peacefully studying? *laughs* My mind didn't leave me alone either. I keep getting disturbed byy thoughts then I just read and don't understand. My mind has to learn to respect me too. Geography was alright. There was this one question though. Question number 2 to be exact. It asked where the paya was from Bt. Tinggi. The answer is south-east. I did timur laut which is north-east. It got to me while I was checking my answers. South-east is Tenggara. I've never heard of Monsun Tenggara before so I was like wth. Then I was like.. I've never heard of Asia Timur Laut before so I was like wth aswell. And then I figured it out. In the last five minutes, I changed my answer to tenggara. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Out of all the questions, it was that one that I was stuck on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was checking my Geography again, I smiled. FREAKING SCARY. *nods* Poor me. I was so happy that that was the last paper. Anyway... I was jumping up and down grinning like an idiot after I gave my paper to teacher. I gave it to her instead of her taking it from me. Haha.. I was THAT excited. So yeah.. it was proper cool. I think I lost my voice for a bit. Then... I skipped home. Hahaa. That is crazy. My dad picked me up in front of school and I went home in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; car with my dad driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOWWWWW.... *drum rolls please*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to play sims cos papa's gonna get it for me, he said so. I can go to sleepovers and make sleepovers. I can go to my friend's house. I can read all the fan fiction in the world. I can sleep all day long. I can act like a bitch. I can play truth or dare with my mates. I can chat all day with my friends in school. I can watch movies on youtube. I can play family fortune on my phone all day long. I can read the book I bought the other day. I can reread the books I've read. I can watch new moon. I can go around school and help teachers out. I can talk with me teachers without thinking of the exams. I can talk shit with people. I can go buy new trainers (add-on). I can stalk on people. I can take pictures with my mates. I can sleep late. The internet will be unblocked... hopefully... please? I can... do lots of stuff that I couldn't do before the exams. YEAY ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because my dad reads my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Asma, asma, who's your dad?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9W2TPT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An engineer by qualification, a SAP developer/consultant by profession, a husband and father of four by marriage, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a chauffeur for the children&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no other choice really&lt;/span&gt;. Working from home and active in amateur radio, a member of MARES and always wondering what has happened to his MARTS membership application. Monitoring 9M4RES (147.775MHz) during the day and V42(145.525MHz) at night. Now simultaneous monitoring at 28.490MHz too.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiyoookkk. Tak ikhlas&lt;/span&gt;... I'll take the bus to school during the holidays then. Huahaha. That's not even funny, that's not even in the same zipcode as funny. I got that from Yahoo! Messenger. Tee Hee. I don't think there's any point of telling my dad stuff that happened in school because he'll read my blog and know anyway. This means that whatever I type in this blog, word by word will be written very carefully. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiman rocks at Social Interview. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;SI asked Aiman, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What would Asma Hamid say if you kissed him/her right now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;''Argh !!!! you bloody bastard, where are your menace ? or did you poo tht one also #with a british accent#''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it will sound like when a firework hits your face,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; eeeekkkk PSSHHH ARRRGHHH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;This is what it will sound like when a firework hits your face at 100 miles per house, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eeekk PSHH BOOM ARRRGGGHHH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;This is what it will sound like when your hair burns, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crcrcrcr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This is what it will sound like when you scream a bloodcurling scream when the firework hits you... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(go on youtube)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-7705051189780315069?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/7705051189780315069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=7705051189780315069&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7705051189780315069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7705051189780315069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-5624078005969273776</id><published>2009-11-05T20:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:14:08.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kecek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♪ Imagining the landscape of your sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it yellow or blue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ETh0Kfxk2BY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ETh0Kfxk2BY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH! I WISH HISTORY WAS IN ENGLISH. If history is in English, I can guarantee you that I'll get better marks. The problem is right now, I'm not good in Malay and I don't understand history because it's in Malay. Anyway, I was studying before civic but the guys at the front were BLOODY LOUD. When I covered my ear, it sounds louder so in the end, I went to sit by the window. I was studying then Aideed came and called me. So I went to him. I had to cross the classroom. Once I got there he was like ''Hi Asma,'' I WAS SOOOO PISSED! Bloody pissed. I was well sleepy then. Like proper sleepy. My eyes were drooping. That's what ya get yano... for reading history. Anyway, so I was peacefully studying until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped. AIDEED IS SUCH A PAIN. HE'S A PAIN IN THE BUTT HOLE! FGS! URGH! Anyway, the class laughed at me. I was so pissed alright. Plus the fact that I was sleepy. So when he went, I went to the toilet to wash my face. But that didn't do anything. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civic was hard... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;says the girl who reads civic.&lt;/span&gt; They laughed at me! LAUGHED at me for reading civics. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if you get a C in civic or even worst, FAIL? Wouldn't it? Wouldn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect the fact that most of the people in my class are clever. I respect that but not all of them and that includes me. You see, my class, yeah, when they've finished answering a paper of an unimportant subject (as what the call it) they start talking. Have they ever thought about other people. Me, probably? I was there... still doing my civics and they were all talking. WTH? I felt like knocking each of their heads. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seriously tak puas hati&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And then! And then! I went to the surau to pray. THE GUYS WERE FREAKIIINGGG NOISY! This time, I felt like getting me shotgun out from the car and shooting each of them. My shot gun happens to be in my phone though. *looks at the floor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got my ADT mark. Woot Woot, well better than last year's. So after break time we had history. It was hard... for me. But.. I don't know. Someone finished it in 10 minutes. I felt like strangling her then but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Weh.. yang cik wan tu apa?&lt;br /&gt;S: Kelantan&lt;br /&gt;A: Aku buat Kedah ke apentah.&lt;br /&gt;S: Kau orang melayu ke apa&lt;br /&gt;A: o0&lt;/blockquote&gt;3 wrong already. I wasn't able to answer 22 questions. Rmember what happened when I got my RE paper? The same thing happened when I got my History paper. I could remember reading it but I couldn't remember what it wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD LIKE 3 DREAMS TODAY! How wicked is that? The first one was... I went camping, I think. I can't remember the other 2. URGH! I bet it's all because of History. Yeah, it must be. But it was well wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to school every single day until the holidays. Yeah.. that's what I wanna do. Oh yeah.. I have Family Fortune and Catch Phrase in my phone. It's what I play when I'm bored or while waiting for the food in the microwave to heat up but I couldn't play Catch Phrase because of that flash thing. I want Bruce's Price is Right, I used to watch it like every single day. What else eh? Play Your Cards Right. I'm not a fan of the Weakest Link, Deal or No Deal and Who Wants To Be A Millionaire. It's kind-of boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody in love, go on put your hands up... gah JLS is really messing with my head. That songs keeps replaying in my head. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I heard that you like the exams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yes, yes I do. Not too much though. It's good you know, you get to see what you can do and all. What stage you're on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfthh. Optimistic people sucks at times.&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/6885612573022983185-5624078005969273776?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/5624078005969273776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=5624078005969273776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/5624078005969273776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/5624078005969273776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/11/kecek.html' title='Kecek'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-7280316951650360758</id><published>2009-11-04T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:04:34.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♪ Now why did you pick on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why let the pretty bird shit on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sellsbrothers.com/fun/exam.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 281px;" src="http://www.sellsbrothers.com/fun/exam.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should've done this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some song that goes ''&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm gonna sex you up&lt;/span&gt;,'' is playing on KEY 103. What a weird line. Anyway... ADT... was crappy. What I did was embarassing. Enough said. Science was... idk. I don't feel so confidence no more. I'm just glad that it's over. You know, those subjects. Those subjects as in the ones that I don't have to memories 100%. Ahh.. It's so hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;English was down right confusing. Okay, it was The Dead Crow by A. Samad Said, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Why was the old man gasping for air?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A He was feeling sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B The air was polluted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C There were lots of smoke in the air&lt;br /&gt;D There were many people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I wrote next to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - He might have a heart problem!&lt;br /&gt;B - It never said but the poem is about pollution&lt;br /&gt;C - Nothing to do with smoke&lt;br /&gt;D - The clinic was full&lt;/blockquote&gt;See how confusing that is. Someone told me not to think too much and just think like a Malaysian. Hahaaa.. I can't stop myself from thinking. I think that I know my RE marks and I got 9/10 for my literature section in my English Paper 2. S begged for her 9, I didn't. Woot woot! Andand, we were told to do this one essay. And then I got my book back. Out of 500++ words I only got 3 wrong and those are because of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;. I'm so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might make a little debate competition for 2A! Mrs S said that we're allowed. We're gonna do it in 3s I think. Tee Hee. I'm gonna get Syaza and... DEREK! Yeah, nah. I'm gonna get Syaza and someone else that is good. I can't wait. Haha.. nak sangat en. Now you have to join. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-7280316951650360758?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/7280316951650360758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=7280316951650360758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7280316951650360758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7280316951650360758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/11/when.html' title='When'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-2660793868308687198</id><published>2009-11-03T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:15:35.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♪ I'm paying for it every day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With my heart doin' hard time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think... I did alright in PJK. I find BM alright. Not too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT MATHS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT MATHS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the maths paper wicked. The questions were well good. The fact that I finished it 10 minutes before they collected the paper was well sick. So I the bell rang and I went to the gate. Q and Jehan were there and they started yelling and shouting at me saying that the maths paper was hard. Then Hana came... SHE STARTED PUNCHING ME. Then SHE SQUEEZED ME! Gosh.. bruises. Haha. I went all... mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to think of ideas... for my ADT. I was thinking of.... and then I'm gonna cut that out and ..... after that I'm gonna stick it on the ...... . So, in the end my monster will be looking like a .... .... that has .... as a body and a weird ..... . Eh eh! Can we make our monsters 3D? Because if we can.. I'm gonna bring bottles and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wan'ed to type somin out in this.. but I can't remember. Oh yeah, I dreamt of somin well scary. It was in a boarding school, someone.. I think it was the postman came to give me my money.. the one that my parents sent me. And then the postman wouldn't give me my money. So I got angry and then I started taking the mick out of him. Then he turned into somin way scary. Long hair and all. I woke up... then I couldn't sleep again. I had to calm myself and all. Then I went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that wasn't what I wanted to type out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-2660793868308687198?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/2660793868308687198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=2660793868308687198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/2660793868308687198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/2660793868308687198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/11/meh.html' title='Meh?'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-550662474832174595</id><published>2009-11-02T20:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:19:37.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♪ Because I believe I'm losing my nerve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But could I ever do better than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6eAMhHKEtfE/StJOv8-m2PI/AAAAAAAABa4/r6t_z_UOFvk/s400/IMG_0315%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6eAMhHKEtfE/StJOv8-m2PI/AAAAAAAABa4/r6t_z_UOFvk/s400/IMG_0315%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy late Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(nicked it of Jehan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I did was press the on button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the whole before break time to read so that's what I did. I couldn't concentrate that much though because some people in my class just couldn't shut up. I don't know what their problem is. I needa get them a duck tape or somin, to tape their mouth. And and... they don't know what ANGAU means. Hahaaa.. I feel wayyy sorry for them. They thought it was from Bangau. Retardey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got my RE paper. I went frozen cos I can't remember anything. At all. It suddenly went all blank. I'm not lying. So I skipped Part A and went on Part B. Thank God I remember some of those ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to pray then went home. Q started hitting my umbrella's with Jehan's. Such a pain. Haha. UMBRELLA WAR, innit? That was how my day went. Proper boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why everybody wants an iPhone! It's because they have well cool accesories. That's why. I want those ebook thingy majigue when I go to university. I'm gonna go hunt for my PDA//Pocket PC.. whatever you wanna call it. Then I'll have my phone and my PDA. Tee Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all wanna kno somin? I aven't got 'ny BM books. Atall! I'm gonna go nick Aisyah's. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Papa, is that the one from the shop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: Yeha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Don't they have a new one or somin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: That is a real antique fuzah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Hahaaa. so there's only one of that in the whole world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: And theres nothing like that either?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN BE SO STUPID SOMETIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: when did u find out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: lama dah masa kororg tulis2 kad raya 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO KETINGGALAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess my phone bill last month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM 37.65 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-550662474832174595?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/550662474832174595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=550662474832174595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/550662474832174595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/550662474832174595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-i-did-was-press-on-button.html' title='Because'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6eAMhHKEtfE/StJOv8-m2PI/AAAAAAAABa4/r6t_z_UOFvk/s72-c/IMG_0315%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-2970350055460972452</id><published>2009-11-01T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:48:25.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♪ When I know the time is right for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll cross the stream - I have a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs195.snc1/6570_123683291940_651311940_2265609_4196448_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 249px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs195.snc1/6570_123683291940_651311940_2265609_4196448_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I nicked this off Kaisyah's FB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mata sikit lagi nanti, terpejam. Baru pukul 9, mana boleh tidur seawal ini. Esok exam Pendidikan Islam. Dah sedia? Probably. Esok nak buat recap. Kalau Bahasa Malaysia ditukarkan kepada Bahasa Rojak, I think that I'll get the highest mark in the whole school. Perasan gila en.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu pagi aku melepak dalam kereta. Pergi jalan-jalan. Tak ke mana pun. Pergi apentah.. Fella Design ek? Yang baru tu. It's at one part of the road from Sg Buloh to Shah Alam, I think. Then balik rumah makan... entah apa. Lupa. Pastu, three. o0, that was gay. Anyway, lepastu naik atas, then turun bawah sebab Muaz bangun. Shamimi sent me an IM, I didn't know. Rugi je. Tunggu dia on, another day je lah. Mami made Mee Kari... proper nice but Mami used the laksa punya mee, susah gila nak makan dengan mee tu. I've never been a fan of laksa. Laksam probably, not laksa tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh. Ngantuk gila ni. Tahan... I have to buy something that'll keep my eyes open. I need new TRAINERS! urgh. OMG. Mata dah berair suruh pejamkan, suruh tidur. Selalunya computer yang revive kan tenaga aku... kali ni tak pula. Bad computer. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innit, I once said something about my first car. I think I've changed my mind on that. This is totally random, I know. I think... when I'm (how old will I be when I get my driving license?) ah sack that. Anyway, when I get my driving license, I wanna drive around the newest Land Rover at that time. That'd be cool. Land Rovers are wicked these days. They're no longer boxy, I like 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak transfer Papa punya lagu punya thingy macam lama gila, like 2 hours. The only way for me to get it in this computer quicker is by bringing ATOM upstairs. But gilalah.. benda tu besar. My iTunes has the song.. but under ATOM. Kalau ATOM doesn't work, tak boleh lah aku dengar lagu-lagu tu en. Eee. Ngantuknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm checking out Google Earth. Checking out MIT's campus. Tee Hee. They have an Aeronautics library. That is like... so cool. Some parts of the US looks like Malaysia, with the fields and all but it's prettier there. Hujan something di negara orang, hujan something else di negara sendiri? But it's true. So yeah. Tadi aku siap pergi dari Washington to Manchester weh. Hahaaa. Los Angeles, Las Vegas, California, Massasuchetts, Wales then to England. Kerja orang yang tak nak buat kerja yang ada. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air Supply, Cat Stevens, Carpenters, LOBO, Gloria Estefan and Fleetwood Mac. Equal Dee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-2970350055460972452?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/2970350055460972452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=2970350055460972452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/2970350055460972452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/2970350055460972452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/11/land.html' title='Land'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-7101771521538633646</id><published>2009-10-31T11:29:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:24:59.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>302</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♪ Running over the same old ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What have you found? The same old fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SuxD8roPMoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xvXc5frB08E/s1600-h/DSC_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SuxD8roPMoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xvXc5frB08E/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398764763093086850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY QAMARYNA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happeh Befdeh to you,&lt;br /&gt;Donw't kno wha' a duw,&lt;br /&gt;Wha' else shall ai se-eh,&lt;br /&gt;Happeh Befdeh to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HIP HIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOORAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HIP HIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOORAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HIP HIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOORAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;EEEE! Q tak cakap awal-awal. If you told me that you want Archie Comics ages ago, I could've bought it for you. There's this proper cool shop that sells billions of copies of Archie Comics. -.-' Nanti kalau pergi Cineleisure, I'll get you it. Before 9th December. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;btw, louisiana looks nice. i really can’t wait.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Seems like she can't wait to leave us. *shrugs* who gives a damn anymore. Enjoy your life without us. *goes all emo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh! My face.. it hurts so much. It's red! It's itchy and I can't scratch it. GAAAAAHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was out from 12 'til 6. Went to Mak Zam's, Wak/Uncle Bakar's and then to Giant Sri Damansara. I had JCo and Mami bought durian. *disgusted face* I feel like puking looking at durian, imagine me smelling 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought with Hakim in the car. He's such a pain in the butt hole. He pisses me off. I was listening to Ronan Keating and then he goes changing the frequency. As I said, such a pain in the butt hole or as what people usually say these days, ass hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralalalala.&lt;br /&gt;Shamimi pergi Kem Alam Sekitar Sony (Sony Nature Camp), tak best lah macam ni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-7101771521538633646?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/7101771521538633646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=7101771521538633646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7101771521538633646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7101771521538633646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/302.html' title='302'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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/_dPlPvg35GVM/SuxD8roPMoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xvXc5frB08E/s72-c/DSC_0118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-8914721406927352144</id><published>2009-10-30T21:01:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:34:39.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tee Hee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♪You gotta make the sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somebody's got to choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IXdNnw99-Ic&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IXdNnw99-Ic&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please ignore the bums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tee Hee. I went to school and tried to remember all the formulas that I need to remember. I went to class. Non of the question needed any formulas. That was sad. My pen was in my hand from when the exam started until it ended. My hand was kind-of shaking when we had to give it back. I wasn't so sure of my answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then reread the whole Phantom of the Opera because I rock. LOL. I justt killed it. Anyway, I checked 10 million times. I even read it out loud 10 million times. The rain helped. If it wasn't raining people might hear me and think that I'm cheating by talking to myself. That was retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was kind-of boring, you know? School bores me to death. Those papers I get, too. Tomorrow's Halloween. I don't do trick-or-treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna ask PN/M if we can have Canteen Day next year. I wanna make a haunted house. That'd be wicked! I'm this real scaredy cat that wants to make a haunted house. How cool am I? I just killed it, didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song was up on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This sounds like Ronan Keating?! Is this Ronan Keating? I think this is Ronan Keating. Listen to his voice, it's Ronan Keating. What song is this? That is Ronan Keating, right? Ahh! I know.. it's a Boyzone's song. What song is it though? It does sound like Ronan Keating. YEAH! IT'S BOYZONE! How great am I? But how can I not know the song? Ah.. probably the not so famous one. Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola is a common name these days, innit? Lola went to this office this morning, she went to add a name to her name. Now her name is Doobie Lola. Weird huh? Is sounds so sad, I can make fun of that name all day but that name happens to be a hippy name. She's so sad. She wants to be a hippy. I actually want to be a hippie. It's cool. All the colours. The rainbow. PEACE NO WAR shirts. I want a DASHIKI DRESS. Not those Kaftans malaysians make. A proper Dashiki dress. That'd be cool, going around one utama, with a tie-dye scarf, boots, a peace sign necklace, a 60s styled headband and a patchwork hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, when I retire or something.. I want to open up a candle shop! That'd be so cool. I'll buy candles in bulk then sell them at my shop. I haven't figured out the name yet since it's gonna be long from now. But one day... I wanna open up a candle shop. And and.. if I don't get to open a candle shop.. I'm gonna open up a Hippie shop, how does that sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What did you just kill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-8914721406927352144?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/8914721406927352144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=8914721406927352144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/8914721406927352144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/8914721406927352144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/tee-hee.html' title='Tee Hee'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-4529408333633422149</id><published>2009-10-29T10:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:05:38.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuckoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I lay awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I drive myself crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think I've gone cuckoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;a) I'm using the computer 2 hours before my Malay papers.&lt;br /&gt;b) I climbed the grill and touched the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;c) I banged my head on the floor&lt;br /&gt;d) I laugh at stuff that ain't funny&lt;br /&gt;e) I'm eating ice cream when I feel so cold&lt;/blockquote&gt;or... are these stuff happening because I'm giddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nahh&lt;/span&gt;.. don't think so. I need to go to the doctors, to get my brain checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, BM was kind-of hard. I didn't find all the points in Section A. I wanted to do the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;laporan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on Section C. All the ideas in my head were exploding, creating fireworks... until I figured out that I have forgotten the format. I ended up doing the first question because I'm not good in writing facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the Malay papers been collected, I went up to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surau&lt;/span&gt; to pray. I got my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;usb&lt;/span&gt; stick and something made me happy and thankful at the same. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Uhuh&lt;/span&gt;. *nods* I went downstairs then the bell rang. I went to the canteen and then walked towards my class. I asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Qamaryna&lt;/span&gt; and Hana science questions. Then the bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to class... re-read everything right until the teacher told us to put our books away. Science wasn't as hard as BM but I'm not saying that it's easy. Right now, I'm pretty scared of Maths. I went to pray 15 minutes before we had to hand back our papers. I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;surau&lt;/span&gt; and after I prayed, Hana came. She was pissed with her self, I think. I then shh-ed Farah. I miss the old days. Actually, I miss last year's end of year. It was well wicked.. innit Farah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go start studying at 9 something. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;FE'sI&lt;/span&gt;, I have a very long weekend ahead of me. I want Papa's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt;. It's so cool. All the oldies, innit. Proper wicked. I think that this is my 300&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; post, shall I celebrate it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nahhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Aisyah&lt;/span&gt; got this thing.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;li'el&lt;/span&gt; mini creatures that comes out of a packet for her birthday. It's proper cool. I don't think you have to feed it. I can't remember. But it was ages ago. It's well wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you expect me to revise when I popped all my muscles. How am I suppose to write? No muscles equals no movements. You're torturing me purposely, aren't you? Now, don't you lie... it's a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-4529408333633422149?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/4529408333633422149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=4529408333633422149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/4529408333633422149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/4529408333633422149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/cuckoo.html' title='Cuckoo'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-3692783187684152247</id><published>2009-10-28T20:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:24:47.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But even the sturdiest ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can shift and can tremble and let us fall down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for telling -. I don't even understand why you have to do that. I wrote that I hate Angau, she knows about it. Why do you have to tell -? What have I done to you to make you break my secret? NOTHING. I felt like breaking you into pieces. I felt like cracking your bones until you have no perfect bones. I felt like ripping you apart. I felt like cutting you into slices. I felt like doing all these things to you. You broke my secret without my permission. You were too much of a chicken to tell me yourself. You had to get your girlfriend to tell me. You said that you breaking my secret will do me good. If you know what will do me good, you wouldn't even tell. Then you had to tell - ONE DAY BEFORE THE EXAMS. I'm not done yet but I think that this is enough for me to last tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-: Aku ada 10 yang tak terjaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Bodoh gila, sapa nak tau? &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;My day went bad. Went to school and all. We didn't line up because it was raining. I went straight to class, through the rain, it was only spitting anyway. Then I put my bag on the chair I usually sit on. First subject was BM if I'm not mistaken. Then came Maths... I think. I seriously can't remember. There are too many stuff going around in my head. I have a headache right now. Seriously. We didn't do anything for Art. I went up to pray. I was so pissed at Angau and her boyfriend at that time. I felt like whacking them both. I then went downstairs. I studied... I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came break time, I ate, didn't drink. Went to class... well, outside of class. Was Hana there? Yes she was. We chitter chatted. Then the bell rang, I had a little chat with Angau's boyfriend. Which includes me blowing my head because of all the pressure. No, I didn't blow my head actually. I then.. took my bag and sat in front of Syaza because I just couldn't stand Angau anymore. I went to 2B for RE then Hana called me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the discipline room, all nervous. Got in ther' and the only thing that was in my mind was the fact that I broke her trust. Then I told her stuff... like, what I didn't do and all. At one point she asked me if I took her as a friend. I nodded. We then chatted chatted chatted. One period flew by... in the end she told me how she kinda trusted me and that she wasn't going to accuse me of doing something wrong but I'm still going to get demerit-ed. She said she knew me inside out and that she knows that I'm responsible. I'm glad that I didn't lose all her trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back to 2B... told Marcella how cruel this world is. The bell rang so I went back to class and for the first time ever, in exams.. I will be sitting in the middle of the back. Gah. I want to sit at the door side, in front of the classroom. That's like the coolest place ever. Why? Because you can look outside and admire everything. NOT. I went to pray and Angau was pissing me off thenbell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out and nearly shouted to the whole world about how cruel is this world. Why can't the war be stopped? I wish they have this big massive building that has all the countries in the world's president signature on it saying that all the war will stop. I am crapping, aren't I? The thing I hate about all this is because exams start tomorrow... why can't all these stuff happen last week or last month or last year, even?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;my eyes are red, my nose is red&lt;br /&gt;go figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really need Nur Shamimi Rosni right now, I need to mengadu at her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-3692783187684152247?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/3692783187684152247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=3692783187684152247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3692783187684152247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3692783187684152247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/but-even-sturdiest-ground-can-shift-and.html' title='2/1'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-8476789282507882139</id><published>2009-10-27T20:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:09:27.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apa ni?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And after all that's been said and done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;You're just a part of me I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sLVKd1lhgOQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sLVKd1lhgOQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bencinya.. satu sekolah tahu, aku sorang je tak tahu. Harap je kawan. Sack them. Sack you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Papa told me to turn the engine off in 15 minutes... I left it on for 2 hours. The door was closed, I forgotten. I AM old. I had to switch the computer on this morning... MJ wants all the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school, normal place. Lined up, went to class. Searched for MJ... gave the usb stick to FDee and Hana to give to MJ. Went downstairs. Then stuff happened. Nawal gave me the silent treatment for 1 period. It actually made me laugh. She's so sensitive. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fikri shouted... raised his voice at me because I wrote that I hate Nawal. That is so gay. What's is his problem? I mean, he's so fussy. Nawal knew about it ages ago. As I said, he's so fussy. I revised Science during Science. I'm so proud. *gives myself a pat on the back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr Thomas: Well done everyone, give yourself a pat on the back.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sarcasm in Malay has never sounded right. It sounds stupid actually, well stupid. I proper respect my sister, she can go a whole day in her room without switching on her laptop. How cool is she? No.. not cool at all. But yeah.. I don't think I can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I did my essay on recycling. It was suppose to be short but I ended writing 500++ I'm so in trouble. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: Tu pun tak nak bagitau&lt;br /&gt;A: Watpe aku nak bagitau kau? Semua benda yang aku cakap dengan pakwe kau, kau kena tau?&lt;br /&gt;N: Mestilah.&lt;br /&gt;A: -.-'&lt;br /&gt;N: Tak pe kau, tak nak bagitau. Nanti aku cakap dgn - , gelak-gelak.&lt;br /&gt;A: Macam lah aku kesah. o0&lt;br /&gt;N: ... sep sep&lt;br /&gt;A: Bukan muhrim, jaga sikit.&lt;br /&gt;N: Hahaaaa!&lt;/blockquote&gt;I miss chatting with ARZ. I used to be so close to him. He's like the best senior ever... so yeah. I still remember that one time that I hate L so much because L tried to buddy up with ARZ. I felt like punching her face but then she backed away. I let her keep her pretty face all pretty. I love JC Chasez. He's hot with a great voice. Yes, he is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: Did you read the news about the camping thing?&lt;br /&gt;A: No.&lt;br /&gt;P: A person died and 2 others are missing. There were a group of kids that started swining a bridge 50 people were on. They're only in year 6.&lt;br /&gt;A: That's so immature. I'm expecting teenagers to do that. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You're suppose to start being stupid in Year 7, not Year 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astaghfirullah-Al-Azim, minah minah zaman sekarang ni. Aku pun tak tahu apa nak jadi. Miskin sangat ke sampai seluar pun tak boleh beli? Semua orang bayar zakat, kan? Pergilah pusat zakat, ambil duit, belilah seluar. Pakai seluar dalam dengan baju, cantik sangat ke rupanya? Yang pakai baju tu, okay lagi. -.-' No offence intended. Tee Hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-8476789282507882139?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/8476789282507882139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=8476789282507882139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/8476789282507882139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/8476789282507882139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/apani.html' title='Apa ni?'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-1811759577621885837</id><published>2009-10-26T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:23:23.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TeeHee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't believe what I just gave away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SuWh4pAb0TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/99yVGRG0qKU/s1600-h/DSC_0707e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SuWh4pAb0TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/99yVGRG0qKU/s320/DSC_0707e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396897722925830450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't switch on my computer AT ALL this morning. I'm so proud of myself. One morning without the computer is enough... I think, after blogging, I'm gonna go back to studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school all nervous. Scared that Qamaryna might still be angry at me. :S I think she's still pissed but she was alright. Thank God. I went to class and all. Went to the ILS room which is next to my class. I stepped in class and straight had to do something. I had to photocopy something for teacher. I went with Nawal then I had to copy something else for her and Nawal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;escorted &lt;/span&gt;me aswell. I finished everything I had to do for KH. Phewwwhhh! Then I had to go in the room with lots of files in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawal and I were well bored so we started going around the room peeking through people's file. *winkwink* We then had to go to the staff room. We asked Cikgu Hisham what will be in for Science. And he told us, he's wicked. He told us all the details and all but he didn't tell us the answer or the actual question so yeah. Boo Hoo. We went down, back to the ILS room and then had to store 2 more files then we went back to class. Did BM then went up to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bell rang for break time, I went to Q's classroom and she was sleeping. LOL. She didn't realise that it was already break time. She makes me laugh, I mean, who would sleep when it's nearly break time? After I bought drinks, I went to class and started chatting with Q with a science revision book in my hand. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was... RE. Such a pain in the ass that person. Oh yeah, Nawal and I went up again to see Cikgu Hisham and asked him other question about what's coming up. Then I went downstairs and those immature kids started talking all at once. I think they were accusing me of nicking someone's pencil case. I WAS UPSTAIRS, FGS! Seriously man, they need to get a life. They should know that accusing is a sin... I mean they're all so clever innit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Miss Jessica called me. Everyone was like 'oooooohhh!'. I don't get it. I mean, everytime MJ calls someone, it doesn't mean she's gonna tell them off. MJ is not that evil. She wouldn't tell off an innocent girl like me. -.-' After that came History. I went up to pray then finished off my Chapter 8  then the bell rang. So, I went to the assembly place. Blablabla. Then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: Lola... hahaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;A: The second time you asked who I was.. it wasn't me.&lt;br /&gt;F: I know&lt;/blockquote&gt;Did you know that you actually said that you knew that the person wasn't me when it was actually me? LOL. I actually still have it in my archieve on Yahoo. It's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: your sentence doesn't make sense. go get a consultant to help you through&lt;br /&gt;F: my parents are not rich as your parent&lt;br /&gt;A: get it&lt;br /&gt;A: but atleast you always have your parents.&lt;br /&gt;A: my parents are in Hawaii... they kicked me out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;F: lol&lt;br /&gt;A: what is there to be laughed at? you moron.&lt;br /&gt;F: ni bukan asma&lt;br /&gt;F: tau sangat&lt;br /&gt;A: haha. kalau ini asma?&lt;br /&gt;F: bukan&lt;br /&gt;A: macam mana kau tahu?&lt;br /&gt;F: ni aisyah&lt;br /&gt;A: lawak gila kau.&lt;br /&gt;A: sampai hati. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;F: kenapa??&lt;br /&gt;A: im not aisyah lahh..&lt;br /&gt;A: gedik gilaaa.&lt;br /&gt;F: then&lt;br /&gt;A: im the oh-so-great Asma Hamid.. kenal?&lt;br /&gt;F: x&lt;/blockquote&gt;That was clearly me... all along. Except the bit about Hawaii. That was Lola. But after that first LOL... That was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: cacat&lt;br /&gt;A: kau la CACAT&lt;br /&gt;F: apa apa lah wahai budak yg aku x kenal&lt;br /&gt;A: mcm la aku kenal kau&lt;br /&gt;F: cacat&lt;br /&gt;A: OKU&lt;br /&gt;F: terencat akal&lt;br /&gt;A: BACK TO YOU MATE!&lt;br /&gt;F: down sindrome&lt;br /&gt;A: you're just plain sad mate,  i bet u searched it on the net&lt;/blockquote&gt;I love Noina.. she's wicked. My clock likes to lie to me. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; GOSH, WHY DOES HAKIM HAVE TO BE A PAIN IN THE BUTT HOLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quirkydash.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://quirkydash.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you order it from me... I'll give you a discount of 1 sen. But when you round it up and all... Ah sack that, a discount will still be a discount. Tee Hee!&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/6885612573022983185-1811759577621885837?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/1811759577621885837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=1811759577621885837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/1811759577621885837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/1811759577621885837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/teehee.html' title='TeeHee'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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/_dPlPvg35GVM/SuWh4pAb0TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/99yVGRG0qKU/s72-c/DSC_0707e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-3667001725356674266</id><published>2009-10-25T22:01:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:28:56.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bang a drum for the sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bang a drum for the losers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SuRsnVlKVVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/UBltwBIBB_Y/s1600-h/DSC_0702e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SuRsnVlKVVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/UBltwBIBB_Y/s320/DSC_0702e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396557676560405842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Noina: As&lt;strike&gt;e&lt;/strike&gt;m, you be'uh stop swearin')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do anything today... I don't think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina went home at 11, I think. After Asar, Papa went to his friend's house. Ate lamb for dinner. Proper nice and I think that that was how my day went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my hair so much right now... I feel like going bald. Fine, no I don't but urghhhh! It's so freaking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyy... I shouldn't have made a post about my 'today', today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'yano, when I first heard No Classic, I was like "He sounds like Troy''. I just found out that he basically sang for Zac Efron in HSM 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BTW,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:60;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sounded so desperate not that, that is an excuse, I'm sorry&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/6885612573022983185-3667001725356674266?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/3667001725356674266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=3667001725356674266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3667001725356674266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3667001725356674266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/drum.html' title='Drum'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SuRsnVlKVVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/UBltwBIBB_Y/s72-c/DSC_0702e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-3565431003908149355</id><published>2009-10-25T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:00:29.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No rehearsals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I didn't get to update yesterday because NINA CAME AND SLEPT OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee Hee. Yesterday, I had to wake up at 6 something to get ready for school. I went to school with my bulky camera bag, 2 tripods and my sling bag. I dropped everything off in the canteen and then Miss Jessica came saying that we had to start already. So Nicklaus and I went around taking pictures. Then Farah came, I think. After her, Aideed did... I think. Huahaha. The activities then started. Bladibladibla. It could've gone better, if they add some laughter with it. But they didn't. It was boring and I was well bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana came and Angau put my name up in congkak when I told her not to. She's such a pain in the ass sometimes. I was so pissed at her. I lost like... wayy bad even with Izzat helping me. Gah... it was so embarassing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Panggil je orang melayu, tak reti main congkak&lt;/span&gt;. So yeah. I went around taking pictures blablabla. Seriously can't remember... can't be bothered to try and remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had to go to the hall. I had to take 2 certificates. First one for Choral Speaking's group leader and conductor and the second one of being active in scouts. I was suppose to get two more but they rejected it because the club didn't reach it's target or some shit like that. I was suppose to get one for Panorama and Bola Baling but I didn't. I had to take the picture of people while I wasn't on stage. At one time, Nicklaus went to the back of the hall, I was asking him why and I didn't realise that they were waiting for me to take their picture. It was so embarassing. Faiz started laughing at me.. I felt like whacking his head. Nicklaus is a dufus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home at one something after eating. I got home and got ready to go to Auntie Farid's. Nina came and we went. I had Nasi Briyani with papadom. Spaghetti and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ABC Kosong&lt;/span&gt;. After eating, we went in the car and then KAisyah told me we were straight going to The Curve. No one told me, I wore my Jubah... URGH. KAisyah pleaded with Papa to go home first and get me to get changed... she'd be embarassed walking around with her own sister wearing a Jubah so he did. We stopped at some car shop to fill up the car's aircond gas thingy majique. Didn't take long. Then we went to the curve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina, KAisyah and I went straight to The Curve while the others went to Ikea. So we went around then ended up at the thingy. I don't know what you call it. The stuff down there are wicked. They had like these handmade stuff but I didn't get anything because... there were no use on getting those stuff. But it was proper cool. We then walked to cineleisure.. we bought ice cream from Mackedee. We walked around and went to those boutiques... I like their clothes, proper nice. We then went down to this one shop.. can't remember it's name but the stuff were kind-of cheap. I ended up buying a book for RM15 and there were like bloody lots of 'em. Like proper cool. Like so cheap. Like way better than Borders. Like... as.. I should stop with the likes. Went to pray then back to The Curve. Mami then called to go to Ikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did. We reached there and bought hot dogs and currypuff. It was my first time with the currypuff. Tee Hee. I wanted to buy Da'im but didn't. Oh well. We piled up in the car and headed home. Nina asked her mum if she could sleepover and Auntie said yes. Equal Dee. Once we were home, we prayed and showered to go to Auntie Farid's again. So we went, ate and watched 200 Pounds of Beauty. We were forced back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went straight to my room for some quality time with Mr Computer here then went to KAisyah's. She was asleep already. o0. We watched Another Cinderella Story and Selena Gomez is so freaking annoying. The start of the movie was freaking annoying. With them using Selena's lyrics as words and all. Can't deny that &lt;span class="fn"&gt;Drew Seeley is hot, though. &lt;/span&gt;Then after we finished watching that, we started PRANK CALLING! Nina shouted out that it was snowing outside. Haha... lots of 'em wouldn't answer the bloody phone.. freaking annoying. We started to watch Tropic Thunder and 5 minutes through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: I'm so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;N: Yeah me too.&lt;br /&gt;A: I'm going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;N: Yeah&lt;/blockquote&gt;And that was how we slept. On the floor with a thin sheet. I don't know how I was able to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-3565431003908149355?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/3565431003908149355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=3565431003908149355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3565431003908149355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3565431003908149355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/nina.html' title='Nina'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-428635487620153523</id><published>2009-10-23T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:57:51.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Semua ini takkan berhenti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jika keangkuhan masih bertahta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wah. Dalam melayu post aku hari ni. Terer tak? Haha. Aku pegi sekolah pukul 1 lebih lepas sampai, terus serang tujuh sebelas dengan Syaza. Pergi lepak-lepak dekat bawah pokok sekejap. Agak best lah... pertama kali kot, bercerita dengan Syaza macam tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pukul 2, aku terus ke sekolah... pergi kantin. Jumpa Hana dan Qamaryna. Farah dengan Aideed datang&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; then&lt;/span&gt; kita orang pegilah meng-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imitate&lt;/span&gt; cari orang jalan. Aideed melebih-lebih kot. Hujan turun, takda perhimpunan. Masuk kelas, letak beg dan terus ke Bilik Disiplin. Cakap-cakap dengan Nicklause dan MJ lepastu turun. Masuk ke bengkel untuk ambil kerja kayu. Then terus masuk dalam kelas. Lagi sekali, cikgu tak cakap langsung. Teramatnya pelik. Masuk-masuk, terus tulis latihan pada papan lepas itu duduk. Best kan cikgu tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas Matematik, Bahasa Inggeris. Cikgu datang lambat tapi tetap buat kerja... tak lah buat kerja.. kena &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;discuss&lt;/span&gt;. Mata aku dah nak terpejam dah ni. Ngantuk gila.. dah lah baju belum diseterika lagi. Aku kena buat karangan untuk Bahasa Inggeris. Malas gila. Esok dah lah kena datang sekolah gila awal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tunggu Aideed nak pegi kantin punya lah lama. Mengalahkan perempuan kot mamat tu. Haha. Joke. Dia cari pen yang dia hilang... kat macam.. semua orang punya beg. Sampai kantin aku beli Revive pastu duduk tunggu Q. Bila Q dah datang pegi cari Syahid. 450D aku rasa, yang dia ada. Punyalah kecik//ringan. Takleh oh aku, tangan besar//panjang kot. Keturunan. Aku masuk kelas patu cikgu panggil pegi bengkel... siapkan pola. Haish.. tetap aku tak faham kenapa cikgu suruh kita surih pada kertas.. macam lah kita jahit kertas pun. Kan, weh? Nasib baik aku sempat habis sebelum Geo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi aku lah kan, bagi aku.. Geo lagi penting dari KHB. Masa Geo kita kena jawab soalan. Budak-budak kelas aku terer gila. -.-' Menakutkan. Dia orang boleh jawab soalan Geo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on the spot&lt;/span&gt;. Rasa cam nak keluar je dari kelas. Geram pada diri sendiri... tak boleh jawab soalan secepat itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas Geo, aku naik atas untuk solat. Lepas habis solat, turun bawah. Semua orang tengah kemas... aku lepak. Panas gila dalam kelas. Bila dah 6.45, semua orang dah ada beg kat belakang. Derek pergi ambil payung aku. Lepastu Rashid pula ambil. Pukul 6.50, dia orang bagi balik.. lepas tu aku pergi lah tunggu kat luar. Tunggu punya lah lama... Pak Guard pergi berentikan semua orang. Lampu trafik kah dia? Boleh tukar dari hijau jadi kuning//jingga jadi merah. Terernya. Ayah aku pun sampai naik geram. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku balik rumah... tak sempat nak mandi, solat dan makan dulu. Baru naik atas. Lepas naik atas, turun bawah balik... cita-cita nak buat croissant tapi kena tunggu lama so buat je lah scones. Tu pun tak jadi. -.-' Papa pasang Hairy Trotter, aku tak suka sangat tapi tengok je lah. Bila Mami naik, aku pun naik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAY! Dah habis siap dah post hari ni. Semua guna bahasa pasar en, senang oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-428635487620153523?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/428635487620153523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=428635487620153523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/428635487620153523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/428635487620153523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-6837141085171862685</id><published>2009-10-22T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:16:38.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winter, spring, summer, or fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All you have to do is call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SuB10ZR93XI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zHp3ujHisSc/s1600-h/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SuB10ZR93XI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zHp3ujHisSc/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395441896589745522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE THESE CHICKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Guess what I just did? I printed 20 pictures using the HP Printer and stuck it on my bedroom walls using Blu-tack aka sticky blue stuff on TBB. All the shouters' pictures are on my magnetic board. Eid pictures are next to my computer, stuck on the wall and random pictures on the wide wall in my room. Random equals to pictures taken at Along's wedding, scouts, my best classmates and Kadet Polis. See how random that wall is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Boyzone, Take That and Dream Street will probably be on my wall. Ex-dee, ex-dee, ex-dee. Buy me their posters.. if they have one. Pwease.. pweety pweety pwease with love on top. I just killed it. Time for another round of ex-dees. Ex-dee, ex-dee, exdee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school, yeah. I had maths. I think the teacher doesn't speak or something. I hardly hear a word out of him not that that is a bad thing. I then had Malay, I went up to pray during that. I passed 2E and saw MJ in there so I told her the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AH: She can't.&lt;br /&gt;MJ: What do you mean by she can't?&lt;br /&gt;AH: She made plans.&lt;br /&gt;MJ: Plans to go out with her boyfriend huh?&lt;br /&gt;AH: Nahh.. with my friend from Rawang.&lt;br /&gt;MJ: But how can she do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;AH: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;MJ: How can she do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;AH: I asked the rest but they have to take certificates too.&lt;br /&gt;MJ: Can you ask someone please or get Catherine.&lt;br /&gt;AH: Okayy.. *walked to 2C, realised that the girls weren't there and went back to 2E*&lt;br /&gt;MJ: *Walks out of the class*&lt;br /&gt;AH: 2C's downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;MJ: Nevermind, Syahid said that he can do it.&lt;br /&gt;AH: o0.&lt;br /&gt;MJ: Do you know how to use the camera?&lt;br /&gt;Sy: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;MJ: Asma can you lend it to him or do you have your own?&lt;br /&gt;Sy: I have my own.&lt;br /&gt;MJ: Oh! You do?&lt;br /&gt;Sy: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;MJ: But Asma, still bring your camera.&lt;br /&gt;AH: Alrighttt...&lt;/blockquote&gt;So that's how it went. I then went downstairs then went for lunch. I went up to the girls toilet searching for Syahid to ask him to bring his camera and he was at the stairs near the canteen all along. So yeah, have a little patience. LOL. Kay, kay. I bought this&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kerepok&lt;/span&gt; thing. Proper nice. Mhmmm. I showed Q my I'mbrella. Tee Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then teacher didn't come for science so we got our ILS//KH teacher. I was like the presser of the hole puncher. Not that I mind, ofcourse. We're gonna continue our work next week on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C: Formen... Asma?&lt;br /&gt;A: *looks* Huh?&lt;br /&gt;C: Sahera?&lt;br /&gt;S: Ye cikgu.&lt;br /&gt;C: tengah buat kerja?&lt;br /&gt;S: Ye.&lt;br /&gt;C: Penolong Formen? Koh Shin Yi.&lt;br /&gt;K: *nods*&lt;/blockquote&gt;I was so proud at that time. "You're such a teacher's pet" - Syaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had civics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As: *handed in my folio*&lt;br /&gt;CF: Sapa pula ni.&lt;br /&gt;As: Ayrton Senna.&lt;br /&gt;CF: Ohh.&lt;br /&gt;As: *Walks away*&lt;br /&gt;CF: Asma.. mari sini.&lt;br /&gt;As: *Walks towards cikgu*&lt;br /&gt;CF: Mengapa kamu pilih dia ni?&lt;br /&gt;Am: Sebab Asma rasa dia handsome.&lt;br /&gt;CF: Ye ke?&lt;br /&gt;As: Manada cikgu! Saya pilih dia sebab dia tokoh sayalahhh.&lt;br /&gt;CF: Apa yang buatkan dia jadi tokoh kamu?&lt;br /&gt;As: Dia F1 driver andand... sebelum dia mati, dia pernah derma berjuta-juta secretly.&lt;br /&gt;Am: Dah dalam internet.. macam mana secret?&lt;br /&gt;As: Takda orang tahu sebelum dia mati.. selepas dia mati orang tahu.&lt;br /&gt;CF: Okay.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Gahh.. I don't think I would translate a whole page on wikipedia about Ayrton Senna from English to Malay just because he is handsome. Seriously. Then we had to copy stuff from the board and I guess.. that was my day. Tee Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back and next is proper sore. It was because of that one night, I fell asleep on my bed, leaning on the bed thingy majigue with my ikea table in front of me. It kills like hell right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-6837141085171862685?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/6837141085171862685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=6837141085171862685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/6837141085171862685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/6837141085171862685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/tack.html' title='Tack'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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/_dPlPvg35GVM/SuB10ZR93XI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zHp3ujHisSc/s72-c/DSC_0068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-6775250002065845846</id><published>2009-10-21T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:32:59.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kawan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, I'm right there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Naw, tell a lie 'cause I'm right there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita kawan lagi ke? Not when you replaced me, sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina's so mean. I wanna go cry. She's going to One Utama with Aisyah as an after-PMR celebration. I don't think I'm invited. I have to go to Co-Curriculum's Achievement Day or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I don't like people who overreacts.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like people who likes to accuse.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like people that doesn't have a sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school. I actually miss school, would you believe that? I mean, with History out of the way. There's this girl, she's so fussy. Like proper fussy. I felt like slapping her not anymore though because I've learnt to forgive. Youse, Nawal changed her name to Angau!!! So call her Angau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams start on Thursday next week. So I'm still going along with that study 'til morning shit. It's better for me. I can now study in the cold and on my very comfy bed. My li'el table is a bit too high for me though but it's nothing I can't handle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-6775250002065845846?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/6775250002065845846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=6775250002065845846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/6775250002065845846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/6775250002065845846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/kawan.html' title='Kawan?'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-3278951787737681481</id><published>2009-10-20T20:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:22:55.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's time to forget about the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To wash away what happened last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/St27EZnndxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ixGfkmvZhnk/s1600-h/CJ-Meandhakim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/St27EZnndxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ixGfkmvZhnk/s320/CJ-Meandhakim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394673612930643730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what time I slept last night.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what time I slept last night.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what time I slept last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two past three!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess why I slept so late.&lt;br /&gt;Guess why I slept so late.&lt;br /&gt;Guess why I slept so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I had to finish off my history notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I didn't even finish it. From like half past 11 til two past three, I spent trying to finish of my history but I didn't even finish it off. -.-' I think at about 1, I went downstairs for a drink. At half past one, I washed my face. At two past three, I gave up and slept. I will have to stay up late again tonight since it's not finished and all. I think I'll stay up 'til four or something then sleep in tomorrow. Papa blocks the internet at night so there is no way I can go surfing... if you know what I mean. I think I'm going to study at night starting from now... and I'll do it next year aswell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna try surfing. Seriously. And and... I want to go ice skating... I think my boots wouldn't fit me anymore... obviously. LOL. Everytime we go to Sheffield to ice skate, we'll always dance inside the rink. Tee Hee! Then we'd stop at Sainsbury... I think and buy crisps! I wish Muaz was there, I bet that it'd be real fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had KFC for lunch and there was oil spilling out of my Alaskan Fish Burger and it was well thick. I had to take care of Muaz 'til 12 o'clock then I gave him to KAisyah. I went out cycling! I need my watch's wrist thing shortened. It's bloody big if I wear it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AH: THE RED DEVILS lah weh.. tak main gunners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AI: lalalala gunners all the way :)  Victoria Concordia Crescit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AH: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Glory Glory Man Utd&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ? Hehe. Man Utd has no official motto but don't fear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;THE RED DEVILS NEVER DIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AI: haha ape ape lah Asma. it doesn't matter if they have a motto or not. what matter is...GUNNERS RULES :D hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AH: Poor Arsenal.. can't get the fact that MAN UTD's way be'er than them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AI: haha wtv. But hey, what better way to play football then the Arsenal way , aye? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AH: a better way? THE MANCUNIAN WAY. Apa aku merepek ni.. that's a motorway. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AI: haha don't know. WTV LAH. whats important is football rocks XD agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AH: No... F1 rocks!&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/6885612573022983185-3278951787737681481?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/3278951787737681481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=3278951787737681481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3278951787737681481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3278951787737681481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/three.html' title='Three'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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/_dPlPvg35GVM/St27EZnndxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ixGfkmvZhnk/s72-c/CJ-Meandhakim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-5013342387281393666</id><published>2009-10-20T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:20:06.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ger-rel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I do my best not to want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I do all the time, want you all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RH0lEVMuzzw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RH0lEVMuzzw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh.. I slept in... 'til like something something o'clock. *wink* Then I started with my Sejarah. Gosh, I feel like knocking that woman's head. Who? I ain't telling. Tralalala. I vacuumed the house and all. I seriously didn't do anything other than that today. Oh yeah and I had my lunch at 5 o'clock. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slipped and my elbow broke the fall but it kills like HELL right now. Thank god I can type. So yeah.. I put this heat rub thing on it.. so it's getting better I guess. After I fell, I started going all dizzy so everything I did was in slow motion. But it got better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mami came home, we all went to One Utama for my birthday dinner. Carls Jr. I had that chicken thing... can't remember what's it called. Then we went around. I went to Padinia and there was this dress. It looks real cool to me. When I told Mami I wanted it, she laughed and when I told Aisyah she told me that it looks weird. -.-' It broke my spirit. And there was this other thing, it's like a long jumper and the same colour as the dress and their reaction was the same thing. So I stopped searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes, really hate going around with Aisyah. She can be such a bitch. She goes all moody when she doesn't get what she wants. She needs to understand that she can't get everything she wants. When I want stuff and don't get it.. I don't make faces and go around shouting at people. She gets all cranky and all... a slap will do her good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-5013342387281393666?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/5013342387281393666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=5013342387281393666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/5013342387281393666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/5013342387281393666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/ger-rel.html' title='Ger-rel'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-2397738136440768449</id><published>2009-10-18T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:55:45.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes I swear it's the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I owe it all to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="218"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PiMMuC83EPI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PiMMuC83EPI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="218"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING IS MAKING THE INTERNET PROPER SLOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to JLS. They suck? *whistles* But I still listen to 'em. They don't suck.. they're alright I guess. I'm going through cars in Google. I'm starting to dislike proton... they're making me life hard. Huhu.. but I think the first car I've been in is a proton so I gotta live with it. I don't really mind Myvis.. they're wicked with the skirting done. Papa used to like Volvos, now he's saying they're all crappy because of Ford. How come people who reads other people's blog have to make it obvious. *cough* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PAPA&lt;/span&gt; *cough* Haha. That is so out of topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Busu went back home like... at 9 because she has to be at work by 2. That must be a nightmare, innit? I then started cleaning everything. At midday, I stopped and showered because we had to go to a wedding at UIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mami: Your can have your wedding in UIA.&lt;br /&gt;Asma: -.-'&lt;/blockquote&gt;After that we went to Pak Ngah's. I ate like proper lots of Nasi Impit and Sambal Kacang because it kind-of taste like the sambal kacang Mami used to make. Mami don't make Sambal Kacang like the one she used to make back in Manchester because every year we go back to kampung. Going back to kampung equals lots of people which equals to cooking everything in large amounts which means less &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; in the food. Another disadvantage of being here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe that today is the last day of Syawal. This suppose-to-be-great month passes by so fast I feel like bitch-slapping it. This year's raya ain't fun. AT ALL! Urgh! I guess.. the older you get the boring-er Eid will be... but look at Papa, he proper likes Eid this year... I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get distracted easily.. oh well. Oh yeah, yesterday, innit I said I got 2 cakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday Asma &amp;amp; Nurul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy 14th Birthday Nurul &amp;amp; Asma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Haha... how cool is that? I cut the cake that Nurul brought and Nurul cut the cake that Mami bought. My birthday dinner... TOMORROW! That is what Mami said because Papa happens to read my blog about me not having a birthday dinner. I don't really mind because I mean, yesterday Nurul came and all. But if you insist. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSHHHH! I freaking hate people who asks other to comment their photos. It gets freaking annoying and they'll pester us until we comment their picture. I can't even insult them, even if I do insult.. they'll get angry and all. They'll go around saying "Asma jahat, oh." But they freaking asked me to comment their pictures not compliment their pictures. ANDAND I'm not a &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/story?id=3405997&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;compliment machine&lt;/a&gt;, I wasn't born to be one! I can't even believe that they have such thing as that. It's so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.. I'll go fly.. on my erm... F-15. Nah.. I'll jet on my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLUE ANGEL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-2397738136440768449?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/2397738136440768449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=2397738136440768449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/2397738136440768449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/2397738136440768449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/swear.html' title='Swear'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-2624467949438775745</id><published>2009-10-17T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:40:26.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weather-wise it's such a lovely day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You just say the words and we'll beat the birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last morning, I slept at about 2//3 o'clock. Chatting all night with Hana. You've just got to love her because I do. I think my mum loves her more than she loves me already. Tee Hee. We were talking about stuff all night... casually saying good night but continued talking. Soon enough, we fell asleep. Since Hana couldn't sleep with the light switched on, I switched the light off. With the help of my phone's light.. I fell asleep. We were making shadow puppets, PROPER FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Phone's light in S.O.S mode)&lt;br /&gt;H: Asma, stop it.. nanti orang call police.&lt;br /&gt;A: Really?&lt;br /&gt;H: I don't actually know.&lt;br /&gt;A: -.-'&lt;/blockquote&gt;I woke up at around 7, I think. Helped around, fried the Begedil. Q came and had to help out. Tee Hee. At around 12, I was sent upstairs to shower and I did. Then I went downstairs with my hoody and scarf to say hello to NF. I then put on my baju kurung because Naimi came. After that.. Syariz came.. like way early. He was like all alone. At around 2, people started coming.. well me mates did. I guess. Jehan and what'shername came. Najwa.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played truth or dare. NF had to... put cake in sunquick and drink//eat em all up. She said it was nice but you should've seen her face. But we then stopped because Rashid and Farhan datang. EqualDee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Aisyah's mates started coming. Lalalaaaa... I had a blast with Naimi.. we went everywhere together. It started raining so everyone gone in. Hezrin turned up soaking wet so Hakim got him a towel. He sat in the circle with everyone while drying himself. LOL. When it stopped raining, we all went outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was upstairs, then came downstairs and saw Sadiq. xD Then I went upstairs again to call Hana to tell her that Sadiq was there. Why am I talking about Sadiq? LOL. Anyway, Hiqmal started to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cari pasal&lt;/span&gt; with me. I felt like whacking his head.. serious shit. We played the staring competition and he lost. I'm like.. the champion of the staring competition.. I like, created it. Lol, over the top? Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz whacked Q or somin. They were bullying Hafiz because Hafiz has been very mean to them. Then I was like talking to Hafiz and Jehan marah-ed me... saying that I'm not allowed being kind to that real CUTE little kid. A few moments later. NURUL NAZIHAH CAME! I WAS FREAKING HAPPY. I introduced them to the rest. She ate and all. She brought a cake aswell. So we had like 2 cakes! How awesome are we?! I didn't get a Birthday Dinner.. it's like a family tradition. Oh well. Next year, after PMR, I'm gonna go eat out with Nurul like when after UPSR. Which is a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I called Munirah.. she told me to wait but all the waks nak balik so we had to cut it. It was proper embarrassing 'cos everyone was like... singing. NURUL ROCKS. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;U: How old are you now?&lt;br /&gt;A: I'm four'een.&lt;br /&gt;U: You're four'een? Lama tak dengar orang cakap camtu.&lt;br /&gt;A: O0. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Then Munirah came.. we went out to eat Da'im which uncle gave right until Maghrib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Hey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: Hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: I know you! *points accusingly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: I know you too! *points back*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Erm... you live.. down there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: Erm.. and you live... here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: You're Nazri Ho right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: And you're Asma, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: They said that you're fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: I'm fat? *goes checking out his body*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: I never said that you were fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: Yeah..Aisyah did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: Bye everyone.. bye Aisyah.. bye.. urmm.. marsha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ai: It's Asma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: Oh sorry. Bye Asma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: I take what I said before back... YOU ARE FAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E: *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then we went back in. Sent Hana. Then we all serang-ed Aisyah's place after transporting all the stuff outside to the inside. I just love my friends. All the ex-manchies came and went at the same time. Heeeee. Then... ahh.. I'm soo sleepy. Busu came and yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ai: text - As says that you're fit&lt;br /&gt;Sa: text - Haha.. tell her I said thanks. Dia malu2 kucing lah tadi&lt;br /&gt;As: comment Sa - Mana ada malu kot.&lt;br /&gt;Sa: comment - hahaha ya ke?alright then.u mcm terperanjat when u saw me.mwaha xD&lt;br /&gt;As: comment - Mana ada. i turun, then nampak u, then naik atas panggil hana. tak caya tanya dia.&lt;br /&gt;Sa: comment - haha okay chillax :D.ohh i see, okay2. perghhh tadi bukan nak ajar bergambar dgn i x)&lt;br /&gt;As: comment - watpe? you were.... sombong.&lt;br /&gt;Sa: comment - for memory ;).aha heyy mana ada sombong.uaa.i senyum dkat u kan?haa takkan ttbe nak pgi dkat u.i lagi laaa maluu ohh tadi.&lt;br /&gt;As: comment - exactly. takkan i nak pegi dekat u mntak amik gmbr. pelik oh.&lt;br /&gt;Sa: comment - aha laa tak pelikk laaa.ckp laa dkat hairil semua.then boleh snap together kan :).haa nvrmind lain kali yahh :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;Conclusion:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I HAD A BLAST! although &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;si gedik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; didn't come.&lt;/span&gt; Hah. Take that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-2624467949438775745?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/2624467949438775745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=2624467949438775745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/2624467949438775745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/2624467949438775745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/belast.html' title='Belast!'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-3978304791718499415</id><published>2009-10-16T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:17:08.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some days you're too set in your ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you forget to shut up, shut up and listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7 something. I KNOW! Anyway, I then had to do everything I had to do. Peel the potato for the begedils. Lalalala. I had to take care of Muaz. Then lalalala. Gahh.. Hana is watching me.. I can't blog. It's so hard, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana came after Zuhur and Q said that she couldn't come. SO FREAKING SAD. But we'll still have that camp out at her house... she promised. My tummy hurts... I don't know why. I do actually.. private matters. HUAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my mum came home and then we started with the cooking and all. I felt sorry for Hana... well, not exactly. HAHA! She wanted to come so much. Yeah, Mami's favourite helper, Hana. Then.. I can't remember what happened. What I remember is that something burnt without my help. HOW COOL IS THAT?! An achievement that everyone should be proud off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight... Hana and I are gonna go all crazy in front of the camcorder.. 'cos it's like wicked. Busu's coming tomorrow. I can't wait for tomorrow... cutting the cake with Nurul and all. Q's coming at 10 tomorrow, wicked innit? Hana's annoying me. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she's gone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuckoo&lt;/span&gt;... Syaza likes to say that. Hana just whacked me. Ammar can't come. Marcella can't come. Mak Zam can't come. Who else can't come? Be'er tell me before I get all mad tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to Butlinssssss! And... Camelot! Aswell as... Gulliver's World! Andand... Legoland! And finally... Disneyland! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-3978304791718499415?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/3978304791718499415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=3978304791718499415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3978304791718499415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3978304791718499415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/yeah.html' title='Yeah?!'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-8864010287946442563</id><published>2009-10-15T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:29:54.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnets?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Power and the money, money and the power &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Minute after minute, hour after hour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing and joking, Graeme Conroy, 31, of Blyth Terrace, Ashington, Northumberland, handed the lit cigarette to the child and encouraged her to inhale it - with it all caught on camera... &lt;a href="http://uk.news.yahoo.com/21/20091015/tuk-jail-for-man-who-let-girl-3-smoke-6323e80.html"&gt;[more]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was me being random, taking a strip from Yahoo News. School was a pain in the backside, as usual. Especially with those people there, no, not you. Tralala. I don't have anything else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Z: ... mengurangkan rasuah&lt;br /&gt;C: Ye lah tu.&lt;br /&gt;A: C cakap selamba je.&lt;br /&gt;C: *nervous laugh*&lt;br /&gt;N: Tapi betul lah.&lt;br /&gt;C: Memang betul pun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Rashid, your hair looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;R: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;S: *looks at Rashid's hair*&lt;br /&gt;A: *grins*&lt;br /&gt;S: Hahaaa... macam kenal je rambut tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then Rashid started with what he does best. Talk... he likes to talk, especially during Civics because our Civic teacher likes him the most. He makes us laugh so I don't really mind... and he's proper cool aswell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow's night because they're sleeping over... during the day? Not so... with Muaz, baking and cleaning up. But I don't really mind.. anything for you guys. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nearly bursting&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't chew on my right side because it kills like hell. I regret biting the inside of my cheek... but it's not like I did it on purpose. I truly... love... ice cream, chocolate syrup with sprinkles on top... proper nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, I can't be asked to complete this, yes... it ain't complete. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-8864010287946442563?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/8864010287946442563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=8864010287946442563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/8864010287946442563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/8864010287946442563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/magnets.html' title='Magnets?'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-7649663443409686539</id><published>2009-10-14T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:43:00.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm tired of being strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The hiding that I'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please reschedule your Saturday.. it's from 2pm 'til 6pm now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;See, three days ago, I bit the inside of my cheeks which made some of it peel off. When you have exposed skin in you mouth... I think it will gradually turn into an ulser. Correct me if I'm wrong. But serious shit, man. It freaking kills... probably worst than an ulser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning at 6 o'clock. I was well pissed at my phone because it didn't ring loud enough to wake me up. I'm as dead as a... corpse when I'm asleep. I wanted to wake up at 5 so I could sahur and fast today bur since it didn't wake me up, I didn't fast.&lt;br /&gt;I went to school, I was late? By like, 2 minutes or somin. Blablabla. I had to organise all the files because she told me to. I got a new maths teacher, he taught us in Malay... I'm not sure if he spoke in English before I came in or somin but yeah, when I was in class, he was speaking in Malay. Thank god it's the last chapter. During art, we continued our maths. I went to pray then got back in class.&lt;br /&gt;The bell rang so I walked towards the canteen. Met Aideed, half way. Dot dot. I was hungry but I didn't buy any food... drinks are enough. I went towards class and.. and.. we were talking about cults. Then some jobless guy (LOL!) started pissing me off. *yawns*I then had English, followed by RE. Marcella didn't come. *cries* Syaza started saying that the whole class knows. Which I denied. Then she was about to ask but I didn't let her... because if she did, I'll be in a mess. We had to do some shit during PK. Then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;I was all jumpy.. I think, while walking to the car. Until I saw it.. I feel like beheading it but I don't want to go to hell and I don't want to die while hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Hana and Q are coming this Friday, they're gonna go through shit. I'm just warning you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been scared of being embarassed by someone? I can't say that I have... because usually people are embarassed by me. Anyway, have you noticed that everytime you don't want a person to embarass you, you end up embarassing yourself? You'll probably realise that when you do that... soon enough. *smirks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-7649663443409686539?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/7649663443409686539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=7649663443409686539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7649663443409686539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7649663443409686539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-tired-of-being-strong-hiding-that-im.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-2378396047658692074</id><published>2009-10-13T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:23:43.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I bit off more than I could chew, but through it all when there was doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ate it up and spit it out, I faced it all and I stood tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wonder why some male singers have to come out of the closet and declare themselves gay. I mean... I'm pretty sure they will get out of this '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;' stage soon... why can't they just keep themselves in the closet? Sort it out... straighten themselves out again. Le'see... Robbie Williams... he USED to be gay... okay, he was close to being gay but yeah.. with all those rumours. I even asked my dad and he said that RW is gay and I asked my sister aswell. Then there's Lance Bass... he's hot enough and he decided to be gay. And then Stephen Gately... he's married to a man, reading the reports of his death made me... laugh? Because each and everyone of the reports will have '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his husband&lt;/span&gt;' inside. No, his death is not funny.. the reports are. So yeah. I seriously hope that Lance Bass will not get married to a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't feel like going to school tomorrow. I just can't wait 'til the holidays... neither can I wait 'til this Saturday. Nurul, Nina, Munirah and probably Naimi are coming. So yeah, can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take care of Muaz today. Aisyah and her mates made lasagne and made Papa//Hakim take care of Muaz. She's such a cheat. Andand.. she only takes Muaz because she wants to show him off to her friend. I'm not suppose to be saying all this because I'm gonna crash with her tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched The Suite Life of Zack and Cody.. it was the ghost episode. So Zack dared Cody to stay in the haunted room. Then the ghost went into Esterbon and then Esterbon started saying stuff... in a proper scary way. Lol... I'm getting creeped out already. Then the screen went blank. That was when I remembered that Cody, Esterbon, London and Maddie did it purposely to trick Zack. So yeah.. I'm bunking with Aisyah tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it truly sucks when one day you have like... all these ideas and then the next day your brain goes blank. I think there's a problem with my internet connection and I think that if I restart the computer, it will get better but I can't be asked to restart it. So I just have to bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson is dead, innit? How come he has a new single when he's dead? Is that even legal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to update my Tumblr again. 'Cos Q and Hana made one, so yeah... why not start updating it. Anyway, I kind-of feel like insulting this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt; but I am a very patient person so yeah.. I'm not gonna insult &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the guy&lt;/span&gt; though &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the guy&lt;/span&gt; deserves to be insulted. He doesn't even deserve to be called '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the guy&lt;/span&gt;'... '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;' would be better. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; should know who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; is because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; is just plain stupid. Referring&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it &lt;/span&gt;as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; is really confusing me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: I don't know how to spell socks in malay. xD&lt;br /&gt;S: the spell was stoking(rujuk kamus dewan)&lt;br /&gt;A: Are you trying to say I'm stupid now? -.-'&lt;br /&gt;S: no laa.just bagitaw you :)&lt;br /&gt;A: Right.  you've just hurt me... right down to the core. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twitter status : There is a problem - don’t panic (tweetdeck)&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/6885612573022983185-2378396047658692074?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/2378396047658692074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=2378396047658692074&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/2378396047658692074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/2378396047658692074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-way.html' title='My way'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-9000316071544527892</id><published>2009-10-12T13:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:25:47.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen Gately</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Run just as fast as I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To the middle of nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Gately is dead. I wanna go cry in the corner. Huhu. It makes listening to Boyzone all sad. :'(  WTH?! Why does he have to die? O00... *breathe in, breathe out* Yes, Boyzone rocks more than any other 'bands' or 'singer' in the world.. ever. Dream Street went down level in my list. Even Elvis Presley or The Beatles can't beat them. And Stephen Gately is like the lead singer.. so they might either die with him or move on. The latter, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chatted with a friend today, I figured another reason why I hate Malaysia. I am proud to be a Malaysian... I think. Anyway, her name wouldn't be stated because I don't want anybody thinking that she's a bad influence. It's hard to think that she's a bad influence anyway because she's right down innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were chatting and suddenly the topic about being not good enough came out. That was when I realised why I hate moving back to Malaysia so much. Everybody changed. So, let say I got great marks in my test and I was so proud. Once I'm home, I tell everyone what I got in my test and the response I usually will get is, ''Congratulation but you can do better than that.'' See, there's always that sentence that is shouting at you saying that you're not good enough. Yeah, people don't do that back in the UK, innit -----? They don't praise you and tell you that you can do better in the same sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, let's say I made something proper neat in school, when I bring it home the response I will probably get is, ''Wow, that's real neat but why don't you move this and colour this a different colour.'' Same goes for this. It seems as if it's way hard to make someone proud. Usually when I hear something like that directed to me, I feel unappreciated. Is it so hard to praise me on that day then criticise the next? At least it's not on the same date... but that leads to if it's so hard to make your bed every morning you wake up. Sometimes, I really wonder how I can be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good enough&lt;/span&gt; because I'm never&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; good enough&lt;/span&gt; and it's really hard not being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good enough&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a confession to make...&lt;br /&gt;the only reason why I'm so ketinggalan is because I don't like listening to songs everybody's listening to. It gets proper annoying then I end up hating the song because everybody couldn't stop singing//listening to it. When I listen to old songs, people are over them so they won't sing//listen to it every second of the day. Em.. lesse, long time ago, I love the song 'You belong with me' but when it came out on the radio EVERYONE especially Aisyah started listening to eat over and over again. Now, I really hate that song. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: *had Key 103 on*&lt;br /&gt;H: I remember this thing! Key one-ouuu-three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Listening to Key 103 really makes me wonder if Mancunians can't pronounce 't'. Huahaha.. I'm so mean, being a hypocrite and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-9000316071544527892?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/9000316071544527892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=9000316071544527892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/9000316071544527892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/9000316071544527892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/stephen-gately.html' title='Stephen Gately'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-7035468246996482827</id><published>2009-10-11T20:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:38:15.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You make me smile like the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fall out of bed, sing like bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to... Venezuela today, no kidding. Joke. Kaisyah woke me up like at 7 somin'... way early, innit? So I had to wake up.. then we went for breakfast. Then we came back home. Then we went out again to Petaling Jaya to get Papa's APRS Kit... that was what was written on the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Tesco to get chairs for next Saturday and other stuff. Then we stopped by at Subway. I kind-of dislike subway now, not because of the food, no.. it's because of the workers. Yeah, I dislike them... at all the subways in Malaysia. Wouldn't it be easier if the have like a computer thingy where we have to like key in what we want. That'd be easier for us and them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Auntie Wardah's. Auntie Anis came but Naimi stayed at home because she has iGCSE tomorrow. Ahh.. yeah, so I hung out with Jabbar and Imran. At around quater past 7, we were on our way home. Stopped at one of the petrol station to pray. Then I got Hakim to get me a hot chocolate and I currently have it on my computer. Yes, computer... I have those flat ones where you can put your monitor on top.. if you know what I mean. Anyway, this is like the first time I got hot chocolate from a petrol station in Malaysia. We used to get 'em all the time when we were still in Manchester and they're usually the ones that you have to put coins in. So yeah, those are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why I've gotten fat in Malaysia. It's because, everytime we go back to Kampung, we stop by at a petrol station and buy crisps, sweets and fizzy drink. Long time ago, we used to buy hot chocolate, lucozade and a chocolate bar. See... that's where all the fat comes from. Huahahaaa. Andand... long time ago, I usually play cricket//rounders//hide and seek or scarecrows during lunch time. Now, we can't even run around. Also, I used to be in basketball club, netball club, tag rugby club, judo club and hockey club.. now I'm in hand ball and I rarely go. Yeahh.. I live better in Manchester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hujan emas di negara orang, hujan batu di negara sendiri&lt;/span&gt; - I don't give a shit about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y: Daddy, can I have a DSLR? All my friends are buying 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Z: Alright...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1 week later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y: Daddy, daddy can you get me a fish eye lense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Z: Ofcourse darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2 weeks later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y: Daddy, daddy, I want a flash now.. can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: I was just about to buy it for you.&lt;br /&gt;(3 weeks later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Z: Daughter, can I borrow the camera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y: Alright daddy.. *hands in the camera*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Z: *goes through the camera* WTF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y: Daddy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Z: Why is it full of pictures of you, wearing shorts in front of a mirror?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y: Oh.. because all my friends are doing that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Z: Oh, so next, your friends are going to a strip club, you're going aswell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y: Yeah, my friends and I are going tonight, daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Z: So what else are you not telling me? Are your friends prostitutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y: Ermm. ermm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Z: ANSWER ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y: Yes... and I am too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Z: *BEEP* YOU! I *BEEP* GAVE YOU EVERY *BEEP* THING YOU *BEEP* WANTED AND THIS IS HOW YOU *BEEP* REPAY ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y: Wow daddy... I didn't know you can swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Z: Oh, *BEEP* I CAN, I *BEEP* WANT YOU *BEEP* OUT OF THIS HOUSE *BEEP* TONIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y: but where am I suppose to live, daddy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Z: WITH YOUR *BEEP* FRIENDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y: Okay, daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was random.. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-7035468246996482827?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/7035468246996482827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=7035468246996482827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7035468246996482827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7035468246996482827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/chairs.html' title='Chairs'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-3645383235898983542</id><published>2009-10-10T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:13:26.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's only so much I can take  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I just got to let it go  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Tanjung (Rambutan) to send a particular person there this morning. Joke.. I went for breakfast there. LOL. Anyway, I came back home and Papa started with the drilling and I am the second tallest in the family. Haha... after everything downstairs been hung, I chilled out. Papa started hanging stuff up, upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: Enggak tahu..&lt;br /&gt;P: *said something*&lt;br /&gt;M: Baiklah pak...&lt;/blockquote&gt;Papa can't stand people who likes saying 'I don't know', 'tak tau', 'enggak tahu' and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my bed part of the room has 3 tiger pictures, 3 teddy bear pictures and a magnetic board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: I think you have a split personality lah fuzah.&lt;br /&gt;F: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;P: Look at that wall, ada teddy bear.. and over there ada tiger.. it's as if you are soft trying to act like a tiger.&lt;br /&gt;F: Ooo.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I then relaxed, ate pizza and chips then went to UIA. Collided with Farah Azmi so yeah.. then bought stuff and brought it to one of the kuliyah. I ate it, it was proper hot and it made my tummy and hand upset. We then went up to the surau and prayed... in the dark. I hate being in a room, proper dark. Yeah, I hate that. My imagination will run wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went in the lift, Aisyah pushed the button and the lift opened. We went inside, the elevator started going down until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the lights switched off. Yes, I was scared.. it was proper dark okay. Anyway, then Mami told us to call Papa, Aisyah and I took our phones out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: Astanghfirullah Al Azim.. dua dua bawak phone.. papa ada phone ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: *pressed all the buttons* tak jumpa the emergency button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: Kat situ.. tekan je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: *kept pressing the button*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: Cari emergnecy number.. kat situ ada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Takda.. *phone rings* It's papa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: Alhamdullilah... tell him that we're stuck in the lift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Told papa everything... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: Found the emergency number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Pa.. found the emergency number *shut the phone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: 0361------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Mami you talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: Dia tak jawab telephone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: *phone rings* *picks up phone* Hello, Nurul. *started talking to Nurul, in the dark while being stuck in the lift*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L: *lights switches on*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: Alhamdullilah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(stepped out of the lift)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Omg! the lights and all suddenly went off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: The only thing i thought was that I was going to die. There were no ventilation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: Yeah.. then then we were like searching everywhere for the emergency number and all *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: It's probably because the lift ingat there's no one in the lift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: But we pressed the button and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: Nevermind, it means that we're light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E: *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: I thought i wasn't going to complete my PMR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: I thought i was going to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: I was scared because it was too dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I was laughing while we told the story.. out of nervousness? Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurul's coming next week, I'm gonna cut the cake Papa's getting for my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; with her. Heee! Can't wait. *grins like orang gila* So no cakes for people who comes before Nurul come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-3645383235898983542?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/3645383235898983542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=3645383235898983542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3645383235898983542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3645383235898983542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/lift.html' title='Lift'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-2094273810613826346</id><published>2009-10-09T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:20:05.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>equalit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NURUL NAZIHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;though you don't even read this (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 12 people in 2 Azam came. Yeah... haha. Marcella gave me 13 reasons why as a birthday present. So, thank you Marcella. I read that book all day since we didn't learn anything except Geography. Someone was trying to pick a fight with me. Go get a life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah weh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Senang hidup aku nanti&lt;/span&gt;. Nadia and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mengumpat&lt;/span&gt;-ed about someone during Science... we were expressing our feelings. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: Hah.. ni datang dari jauh ni.. dari manchester&lt;br /&gt;C: *said something about me having to convert money*&lt;br /&gt;D: Urghh! shut up&lt;br /&gt;T: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;D: -.-' I hate them&lt;br /&gt;E: I feel your pain&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-2094273810613826346?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/2094273810613826346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=2094273810613826346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/2094273810613826346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/2094273810613826346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/equalit.html' title='equalit'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-7034625488711749148</id><published>2009-10-08T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:47:39.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I LOVE MY FRIENDS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/Ss37dJPLXrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-I2c1JC8pYI/s1600-h/THESHOUTERS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/Ss37dJPLXrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-I2c1JC8pYI/s320/THESHOUTERS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390240807146708658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: so .. what to do now??? to get into CIT/stanford/MIT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: get lots of money :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Ayooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I cleaned the house all morning for the Royal Highness-es. Hana was the first to arrive then came Qamaryna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hana: My dad tak payah bagi nama semua to the guard pun&lt;br /&gt;Asma: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Hana: Sebab bila masuk my dad tanya diorang ''polis pun kenakah?'' So then the guard bagi masuk.&lt;br /&gt;Asma: Lol.. gila senang.&lt;/blockquote&gt;We went up to the third floor and got the hair curler/straighterner/waver 6 in 1... haha. Jehan then came right before Hana and I made ice-cream. We mixed the stuff and all then watched TV. Waited for Q to come... when the doorbell rang, I ran downstairs and said that we still have to wait for Jehan and when I went upstairs Jehan was sitting on a chair... it was so obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Tadi my dad fought with the guard...&lt;br /&gt;A: ??&lt;br /&gt;Q: The guard kan mintak IC so my dad tanya diorang kalau diorang nak credit card juga.. untuk ambil duit dari acc.&lt;br /&gt;A: Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then invaded the kitchen. Started with Q's so-called-fruit-pizza. So we mixed everything up and put it in a tray. Q forgotten the butter so I got another tray out and she transfered it without putting butter AGAIN but then she became lazy so she just stuffed it in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started with the brownies. I didn't have any eggs so I made a replacement for it. I mixed water, corn oil and baking powder. 18 minutes later I smelt something burn so we took the base of the fruit pizza out of the oven and it was all liquidy. In the end... Q blamed me because I didn't put the flour into the bowl. Yes, we didn't put any flour in. Haha. While I mix the brownie mix, they put flour in the base of the fruit pizza and had fun with the electric whisk. I then made another mixture of egg replacement and put it in the brownie mix. I then put the brownie mix into a tray and in the over it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put the fruit pizza (chesse cake) into the freezer to let it cool. Q and Hana made the icing for the brownies... purple and green. I smelt something burnt and guess what I burnt this time? The brownies. LOL. I cut a bit and got everyone to taste it... it tasted okay for something burnt. Hana then had to poke another little bit out of the cake which led to me getting angry at her. I cut a bit of the brownie so it wouldn't look retarded. Qamaryna then poured the icing on the cake. Purple I think it was then she put green icing around the edges. It looked like a Halloween cake. Heeeeee. We then started camwhoring with the camcorder. Haha. Hana and Jehan fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we started cleaning up. We cleaned the table up first then Hana and Jehan washed all the plates on the right side of the sink while I wiped the table then we changed shift. Qamaryna and I washed the plate on the left side of the sink and they swept the floor. After Hana and Jehan finished, they ran upstairs. After Q and I finished, Q called them to come downstairs to watch Aliens in the Attic but then they didn't want to so Q had this frown on her face. Hana and Jehan finally came downstairs and they set the movie up while I made the drinks and while Q got the ice-cream and cheese cake out of the freezer. We brought everything to the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate everything while watching the movie then at one point I got keropoks out and they finished it all off. Then Q had to go home so I got the brownie out of the freezer and it was frozen. I tried cutting it but it didn't work. Q then had to go home so she walked to the guard gate first while Hana, Jehan and I took out the bikes. We cycled down then Q nicked the bike Jehan was riding so she had to walk. Then we went to the park, back into the house... and then Jehan went home. Finally Hana went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then started cleaning everything up and took a shower. I prayed then had to clean other things up. Then went out for dinner. Came back home and had to clean again. But yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HAD A BLAST TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to the SHOUTERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-7034625488711749148?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/7034625488711749148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=7034625488711749148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7034625488711749148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7034625488711749148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/hah.html' title='Hah'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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/_dPlPvg35GVM/Ss37dJPLXrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-I2c1JC8pYI/s72-c/THESHOUTERS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-4907252441903404961</id><published>2009-10-07T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:23:33.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you for making my birthday the best I've ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And.. I saw a flying pig before, Tee Hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="top: 90px;" class="logwrapper"&gt;&lt;div class="logbox"&gt;&lt;div class="logitem"&gt;&lt;div class="statuslog"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="logitem"&gt;&lt;div class="statuslog"&gt;Connecting to server...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="logitem"&gt;&lt;div class="statuslog"&gt;Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="logitem"&gt;&lt;div class="statuslog"&gt;You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="logitem"&gt;&lt;div class="youmsg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="msgsource"&gt;You:&lt;/span&gt; Q?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="logitem"&gt;&lt;div class="strangermsg"&gt;&lt;span class="msgsource"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stranger&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; ASMA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="logitem"&gt;&lt;div class="youmsg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="msgsource"&gt;You:&lt;/span&gt; YEAYYY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="logitem"&gt;&lt;div class="strangermsg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="msgsource"&gt;Stranger:&lt;/span&gt; HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="logitem"&gt;&lt;div class="youmsg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="msgsource"&gt;You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we foung each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="logitem"&gt;&lt;div class="strangermsg"&gt;&lt;span class="msgsource"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stranger&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="logitem"&gt;&lt;div class="youmsg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="msgsource"&gt;You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;found*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="logitem"&gt;&lt;div class="youmsg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="msgsource"&gt;You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;WE ARE LIKE SO COOL!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="logitem"&gt;&lt;div class="youmsg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="msgsource"&gt;You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lol... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="logitem"&gt;&lt;div class="youmsg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="msgsource"&gt;You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nice to see you.. byebye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="logitem"&gt;&lt;div class="strangermsg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="msgsource"&gt;Stranger:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;BODOH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="logitem"&gt;&lt;div class="strangermsg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="msgsource"&gt;Stranger:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;buat penat je&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="logitem"&gt;&lt;div class="youmsg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="msgsource"&gt;You:&lt;/span&gt; hahaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="logitem"&gt;&lt;div class="youmsg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="msgsource"&gt;You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it was for fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="logitem"&gt;&lt;div class="youmsg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="msgsource"&gt;You:&lt;/span&gt; ada aim, why should we use this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="logitem"&gt;&lt;div class="strangermsg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="msgsource"&gt;Stranger:&lt;/span&gt; okeh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="logitem"&gt;&lt;div class="strangermsg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="msgsource"&gt;Stranger:&lt;/span&gt; Letak kat your blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="logitem"&gt;&lt;div class="strangermsg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="msgsource"&gt;Stranger:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="logitem"&gt;&lt;div class="youmsg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="msgsource"&gt;You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kay kay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sarcasm NEVER gets old. NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I totally agree on you calling yourself great, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HEBAT&lt;/span&gt;! Thank you for praying that I'll be stupid. Thank you for wanting me to die. I knew that you wanted me dead ages ago but you've finally made it clear tonight. Thank you for turning my smile upside down. Thank you for turning my day upside down. Thank you for making the liquid inside me go out through my eyes. Thank you for making me dehydrated. Thank you for doing so many things for me.. I don't want to accuse but I bet you didn't do it sincerely. Thank you for all your lies. Thank you for making me miserable today. Thank you for making me embarrassed of myself. Thank you for making me make sins. Thank you for calling me a hypocrite. Thank you for making me realise how stupid, bad and rude of a person I am. Thank you for telling me that I will go to hell. Thank you for making today my worst birthday ever. I appreciate everything you did and I will continue appreciating. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I seriously can't wait for my friends to come tomorrow. I'll surely cheer up. I'm having a breakdown.. this is the only way I can let it all go. Who knew a person can turn your day upside down in just one 1 second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I chatted with Q and Hana today... Thank you for all the people who wished me Happy Birthday.. especially Nurul Nazihah, when Papa told me that she sent him a text wishing me a Happy Birthday... I was grinning like mad. That's what you call a true BFF. I think I'm okay now... just a bit shaky but yeah I'm alright but I bet I'm gonna have this breakdown again before I go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know.... it's real easy to cry and so bloody hard to stop? How to cry? Think of something real sad. How to stop crying? Think of something really happy. BEEEEP. Wrong answer. WATTAFAK am I crapping about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a time machine.. I want to go back in time... the time when I was still in Manchester. If I was there right now, today might probably be the best birthday I've ever had. Have you realised that your surroundings change everything. LOL. Obviously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-4907252441903404961?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/4907252441903404961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=4907252441903404961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/4907252441903404961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/4907252441903404961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/stranger.html' title='Stranger?'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-7574610336152146434</id><published>2009-10-06T08:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:24:03.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whut?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't treat me like I'm someone new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm still the same one you use to talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoyoyo!&lt;br /&gt;I wentah school todeh and yeahh... me mates all didn't come, yano the boogles and all but FDee and the rest were there. So.. I went to class and all... I hate the chair I had to sit on but I still sat on it. I had English then.. we had to talk about what we want to happen to us when we're 29. I was crapping about working with ferrari or some aircraft thingy, having a PPL, having a driver, having big houses, start racing, owning my own circuit and marrying a great guy. LOL. I was like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: I want a loyal husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: Huh, royal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: No.. loyal, but i don't mind that either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: Haha. Where do you want your houses to be at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: One in Malaysia, one in the UK and one in America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: Why the western countries? Why not anywhere in Asia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S: Because she wants her husband to be half malay and half english!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: -.-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: You're all 14 right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: No 15s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: I'm 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;W: Lambat nya lahir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Last day of being 13, gimme a break.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I have wicked friends, I know. I went to the Science lab then to the Language Room then I went to pray. I went down to eat. I will rephrase that, I went down to watch people eat. They all wished me an early birthday while chewing their food. That is like so offensive. Haha.. but my cousin wished me like 4 days ago.. proper early and Naimi and Izzudin and I can't really remember who did too. Then it was Geography... I think F has PMS or somin like that. And no, I ain't joking. He was being so so mean like proper mean... meaner than I've ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;On the board:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L/raya&lt;/span&gt; Trans Canada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jambatan&lt;/span&gt; Confederation &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then I had to do these history questions and then I had RE... we didn't even learn so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a message for someone out there... One of him is enough, I don't need another one IT GETS FREAKING ANNOYING. You, trying to act all cool.. ain't working.. sorry to say, yeah but seriously, man. You, copying every word the guy say shows how &lt;strike&gt;stupid&lt;/strike&gt; clever you are. Hah. Sarcasm is the coolest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak Zam called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Ajah,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Ajah.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Kak Lang called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh (insert a word that K.Lang likes to call me with in here),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Early Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So Adik, what do you want for you birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elehhh, gedik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I bet that my birthday this year will be the WORST. Wanna know why? Wanna? Wanna? My sister has PMR and everyone will leave me in the corner to cry and cry and cry. But I don't really mind that because.... on Thursday... the Boogles are coming over to my house! WHIPPPEEE!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what we're doing? Come on.. Guess... Guess...&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, sack you. We're gonna watch a movie, bake and... and... something else! How cool is that, huh? How cool is that?! Proper cool, innit?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AH: OMG! You are so hooked. Apa dalam melayu... angau?&lt;br /&gt;AJ: budak sekarang ni, banyak sgt khabar angin&lt;br /&gt;AH: o0&lt;br /&gt;AJ: This conversation never happens&lt;br /&gt;AH: This conversation has happened&lt;br /&gt;AJ: But never happens in our terms&lt;br /&gt;AH: Never happened in 'our' term but has happen in 'my' term&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't feel like saying this.. but I guess I have to if not people will think that I'm an arrogant freak who doesn't like wishing people good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;GOOD LUCK FOR THE PEOPLE WHO WILL TAKE THEIR PMR&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK FOR THE PEOPLE WHO WILL TAKE THEIR iGCSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;yeah fuzah u should salam along, dulu masa kecik u'd always nick me food n chips n ice creams n stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-7574610336152146434?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/7574610336152146434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=7574610336152146434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7574610336152146434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7574610336152146434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/yeah-fuzah-u-should-salam-along-dulu.html' title='Whut?'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-8203442996498870032</id><published>2009-10-05T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:59:53.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woops?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am only scared to get in a car accident because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm scared that the first question you'll ask is if the car was okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/inCir1ZxAus&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/inCir1ZxAus&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She is like... so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in&lt;br /&gt;Breathe out&lt;br /&gt;Breath in&lt;br /&gt;Breathe out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm enough? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I had this really cool dream... it was so cool that even I can't remember it. Like.. at all! Cool, innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... today I had to stay at home.. the whole freaking day. It was cool actually... I woke up like proper late, I can't even do that during the weekends so yeah. I did my History notes.. a bit. Then I translated Ayrton Senna's biodata from English to Malay with the help of Papa. I can't believe my Malay is THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakim started kicking me because I asked him to stop being a 'softy'. I threatened him saying that I'll kick his private. Which I didn't 'coz he kept covering it. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke a plate... that was when all my insecurities came. Ah, sack them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to talk about right now. Bye-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-8203442996498870032?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/8203442996498870032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=8203442996498870032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/8203442996498870032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/8203442996498870032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/woops.html' title='Woops?'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-8607614378650125898</id><published>2009-10-04T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:59:08.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's so many ways to help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laughter you can bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like typing in Malay but I don't want to because I don't want to get insulted because of my bad Malay but I'm going to. *cough* Anyway, reading Zahiril Adzim's blog, it reminds me of this guy who I really hate. Mamat Si Si (lol!) no no, my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; rakan lama&lt;/span&gt;, that's the guy. Especially this &lt;a href="http://zahiriladzim.blogspot.com/2009/07/adik-sekolah-berbahasa.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;. Go Figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebih kurang pukul 11, aku bertolak untuk ke &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Club House Mares&lt;/span&gt; di PJ dengan memakai baju kurung. Pukul 12, aku pergi ke Digital Mall... jalan di dalam Digital Mall dengan memakai baju kurung berwarna ungu dan kasut leper berkilat berwarna hitam. Bila aku masuk balik dalam kereta, aku buka kasut kerana sakit. Rupa-rupanya ada luka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas itu aku pergi balik ke Bukit Rahman Putra tetapi membelok kanan selepas simpang pertama untuk memasuki BRP 2. Pak Guard bagi masuk dan terus pergi ke rumah NF. Sampai di sana, salam auntie semua dan duduk melepak dengan Marcella di tepi keyboard ke piano, entah.. aku pun tak tahu beza. Haha. Rasa lapar so aku pergi ambil makanan... ternampaklah rakan lama aku. Rakan ke? Aku ambil makanan dan duduk di meja. Makan-makan sambil diteman NF. Lepas itu, lepak-lepak lagi dan naik ke atas untuk Solat. Lepak-lepak di atas... eee. Malasnya taip dalam BM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa sampai, pergilah masuk kereta. Berdezoom lah kami ke PJ semula... selepas makan-makan di rumah kawan lama ibu bapa saya, pergi pula ke Cheras. Kamu tahu tak bahawa Cheras berada di sebelah Ampang? Haha... lalu DUKE dan terus masuk NKVE. Terlelap dalam kereta... penatkan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-8607614378650125898?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/8607614378650125898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=8607614378650125898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/8607614378650125898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/8607614378650125898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/buka.html' title='Buka'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-846014400543024638</id><published>2009-10-04T07:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T07:27:59.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP</title><content type='html'>I have this big urge to type in Malay but I don't want to get insulted because of my bad Malay. *cough* Anyway, reading Zahiril Adzim's blog, it reminds me of this guy who I really hate. Mamat Si Si (lol!), that's the guy. Especially this &lt;a href="http://zahiriladzim.blogspot.com/2009/07/adik-sekolah-berbahasa.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;. Go Figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-846014400543024638?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/846014400543024638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=846014400543024638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/846014400543024638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/846014400543024638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/pop.html' title='POP'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-6228822645194629338</id><published>2009-10-03T08:33:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T07:03:01.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're the light in my deepest, darkest hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More of the dark in my lightest hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MC3tRAGCCcQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MC3tRAGCCcQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: Fuzah punya birthday buat masa Open House tau?&lt;br /&gt;F: Yeah?! I want a banner saying 'Happy 14th Birthday' then&lt;br /&gt;M: Are you serious? You're old!&lt;br /&gt;P: You have to do it yourself though&lt;br /&gt;F: YEAYYYYY! Okayy.. so I don't want the banner... I want a cake and.. and.. BALLOONS! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to have a party at this place, it's like, netted and they have those little plastic balls and then you shoot them to people. I think it's in One Utama or somewhere... but yeah, I've always wanted to go there. I can't though because I'm too 'old'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a red birthday cake, shaped like an F1 Ferrari racecar with a candle sticking out of it's exhaust and around the car or a cake shaped like a number fourteen that looks like a track with race cars on it. That'd be cool and I want Senna to come back to life and give me the cake. LOL. Over the top. -.-' I want car shaped balloons... that'd be proper cool and I want a clown dressed in a race car driver's suit because I'm scared of clowns. I want the clown to make shapes with those long balloons... and I'll ask him to make me a hat. What the.. I'm acting like a lil kid but sometimes you can't help acting young, innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Air Show was the BOMB! I can't say that it was better than last year but it was proper cool. The jets and pilots did come from US.. so it was proper wicked. It was proper crowded aswell... loads of rude people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Excuse me&lt;br /&gt;G: *ignores*&lt;br /&gt;A: Excuse me&lt;br /&gt;G: *ignores*&lt;br /&gt;A: Tumpang lalu!&lt;br /&gt;G: *ignores*&lt;br /&gt;A: *pushes pass the guy*&lt;/blockquote&gt;It was raining//drizzling right before the Air Show so everyone had their umbrella up. Couldn't get a good place because everyone's umbrella were so proper high up. I felt like scrunching all their umbrellas up. My hand was blue at one point so I swapped with Papa. The camera's too heavy. I got a thunderbird's t-shirt and I wanted to get a thunderbird poster but I didn't get to because they were pushing and shoving for it. They were like hungy monkeys! Yeah, that's the best thing I can think of to describe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want a Private Pilot License... if only I was rich and not scared of heights. :) That was stupid... the height and all. I wanna join the Royal Selangor Flying Club... it's wicked, man, well it seems wicked. 30k++ without the aircraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a picture of the thunderbird from far... ATLEAST I GOT ONE! Haha. I was taking a picture of this guy who was heavy armoured. When I took a picture of him, he grabbed his gun... it was scary but then the guy smiled, so yeah. Then he called Hakim so Hakim went up to him and took a picture with him. It was cool. I then took a picture of the thunderbird proper close for Papa. Haha. Papa's a big fan of aircrafts. When I grow up, if I'm rich and all, I'm gonna get an aircraft and a pilot because I can't fly with glasses. Those American pilots looked proper cool... with their jacket and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SG: (with a US Army overalls) *walks like a model*&lt;br /&gt;As: *took a picture*&lt;br /&gt;Ai: YA WANNA BE ON TOP?!&lt;br /&gt;As: *laughs*&lt;/blockquote&gt;Came back from TUDM, dropped by at Taqwa to eat then headed home. At 3 somin, went to Marcella's house and played Cluedo with Marcella, Nadia and Aliah. Then Qamaryna, Rashid and Hariz came and we continued to play Cluedo. I only ate some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuih &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Egg Caramel Pudding&lt;/span&gt; since I was full with lunch. On the table, we were talking about who'd be best for who. I can't remember who started.. either Hariz or Rashid. We then went to the park. I got theses stuff that is proper to get rid off on my kain, thank God I was wearing me trackies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H: Astaghfirullah Al Azim, sapa lah pakai track pegi beraya?&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then came back home... had pasta and here I am. My lil' cousins are here... I better run off. LOL. Thank you for the wishes but don't you think it's still to early?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-6228822645194629338?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/6228822645194629338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=6228822645194629338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/6228822645194629338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/6228822645194629338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/oo.html' title='Oo?'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-121104291123203036</id><published>2009-10-02T22:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:15:20.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm driving home again, back down Mancunian Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish I could, but with my family and the Shouters, this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SsYPz4eS2mI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ERIZ2ZEadTY/s1600-h/shouters%2Biman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SsYPz4eS2mI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ERIZ2ZEadTY/s320/shouters%2Biman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388011388202572386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Creds to Raratron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went to school. Q came. *cheers* Went to class. Had Geo, went to the library, came back down. Teacher didn't come for English and that was when all the shits started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: *writes something*&lt;br /&gt;N: *writes something*&lt;br /&gt;A: *Snatches it off N* JAHATLAHKAUUU!&lt;br /&gt;N: *Snatches it off A* Kau lagi jahat.&lt;br /&gt;A: *Writes something*&lt;br /&gt;N: *Writes something*&lt;br /&gt;A: *Waited*&lt;br /&gt;N: Kay kay, kita swap&lt;br /&gt;A: No..&lt;br /&gt;N: Swap lah..&lt;br /&gt;A: finee&lt;br /&gt;N: Eh, Asma...&lt;br /&gt;A: ...&lt;br /&gt;N: *snatches the paper*&lt;br /&gt;A: Ahhh!!!! Masalah nya kau&lt;br /&gt;N: Hahaaa. *Reads the paper*&lt;br /&gt;A: Gimme the other one.. F, get it off her&lt;br /&gt;F: ...?&lt;br /&gt;A: R, get it off her. *struggled&lt;br /&gt;N: *started calming down*&lt;br /&gt;R: *snatched a paper off her*&lt;br /&gt;A: *snatched the other one*&lt;br /&gt;R: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;A: *went out to rip and bin the paper*&lt;br /&gt;W: Weh, masuk...&lt;br /&gt;S: *peeks out*&lt;br /&gt;W: Biar dia.&lt;br /&gt;A: -.-'&lt;br /&gt;G: NANGIS! NANGIS!&lt;br /&gt;S: A, nangis lah.&lt;br /&gt;A: watpe nak nangis?&lt;br /&gt;S: Buat dorang rasa bersalah?&lt;br /&gt;A: Aku tak main lah nangis2&lt;/blockquote&gt;What the hell?! Why would I cry? I went out to rip the paper, not cry. -.-' Pathetic monkeys. I would never... cry in school. They make me feel so the opposite of gay. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;Then came break time, Eizaz dropped one of my food and never even said sorry. I walked back with Q and read this letter thingy. WOULD YOU BELIEVE THAT SHE IS ACTUALLY LEAVING US?! I haven't registered it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: NAWAL! *points to the right*&lt;br /&gt;N: Gatal kan kau...&lt;br /&gt;A: Tengok lah sapa yang lagi gatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: *told Fi what N did*&lt;br /&gt;Fi: *believed A*&lt;br /&gt;N: *told A's secret*&lt;br /&gt;A: N, cikgu panggil!&lt;br /&gt;N: -! -! -!&lt;br /&gt;-: *looks*&lt;br /&gt;N: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;A: Cikgu panggil lah. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;N: Weh -!&lt;br /&gt;A: -.-' *walks away*&lt;/blockquote&gt;RE, Geo then Science.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't feel like typing out what happened in Geo, but for your information, I hate all of my classmates. You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, Papa told me that I'm going to Iman's. So I was like YEAY! Then we got K.Aisyah from tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Did you cry in school?&lt;br /&gt;F: NOOO! who told you?&lt;br /&gt;A: You fought with Nawal then you cried?&lt;br /&gt;F: OMG! Buat cerita kot... I did fight with nawal but I didn't cry... why would I cry? Who told you this?&lt;br /&gt;P: Habis lah Fuzah, satu sekolah dah tau.&lt;br /&gt;F: MASALAHNYA! who told?&lt;br /&gt;A: Faris.&lt;br /&gt;F: He's such a liar. -.-'&lt;/blockquote&gt;Best kan nama keluar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to Iman's with KAisyah and Hezrin. Farah was already there... went walking around at the park in the dark with Farah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NF: I was wondering if you would ever come in&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hana came then Jehan... had a little picnic, in the dark, outside... her grass feels so fake but so real... it was so neat. Q then came we were like YEAY! We never thought she would come. Played on the swing thingy majigue. Gone in, messed about inside. Came back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT WAS FUN! THANK YOU IMAN!&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/6885612573022983185-121104291123203036?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/121104291123203036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=121104291123203036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/121104291123203036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/121104291123203036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-driving-home-again-back-down.html' title='Shout'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SsYPz4eS2mI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ERIZ2ZEadTY/s72-c/shouters%2Biman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-54178023344452949</id><published>2009-10-01T21:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:00:55.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Esteras siempre en mi corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Truthfully, you never will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-X8RZmOCO7g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-X8RZmOCO7g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qamaryna didn't come today. Yeah, she sucks. I sent her an IM on MSN, she wouldn't reply. I sent her a text, she wouldn't reply so what can I do? The next thing I have to do, is knock at her door... probably.&lt;br /&gt;No Maths, again. Went up to the Media Room for History then prayed. After that, went to the canteen. I went to watch people eating. You know how much I enjoy looking at people eat. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ai: Puasa eh?&lt;br /&gt;As: Yep&lt;br /&gt;Ai: *scooped some rice and puts it in front of my face*&lt;br /&gt;As: *got up to eat*&lt;br /&gt;Ai: *put the spoon inside his mouth*&lt;br /&gt;As: -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Went to the Science Lab and did an experiment and all those shits. I ignored N because she was pissing me off. I like the new Boogly... It's so pretty! It has horses on it and it's shiny aswell.. Cool, innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;N did this:&lt;br /&gt;a) pinched me so bloody hard -.-'&lt;br /&gt;b) ripped a piece of paper, put it on my table and told me to bin it -.-'&lt;br /&gt;c) wrote a love letter signing me at the the bottom -.-'&lt;br /&gt;d) goes saying that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cepat merajuk&lt;/span&gt; when I didn't even&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; merajuk&lt;/span&gt; -.-'&lt;/blockquote&gt;Today, no one besides N disturbed my peace and for that, I want to thank you all. I seriously wanted to type something before but I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we have hockey here. It'd be so cool. I love hockey and tag rugby! I wish that I'm still in Manchester. I stopped all the sports once I stepped my foot on Malaysia. There ain't no Miss Batkin to tell me that there's going to be a netball, basketball, hockey or tag rugby competition soon. And there ain't no Raydin, Talha or Valdrin to join me here. No more Julie to get me into tournaments. No more sports council.. ah this sucks.. remembering about the past, it makes me want to go back to Manchester and that sucks because I'll never go there until I'm over high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time you can enjoy going to Disneyland, Six Flags or Camelot is when you're a teenager. When you grow older, you wouldn't want to go to Disneyland unless you're married because it wouldn't be fun. If you go when you're proper young, you won't be able to get on the rides because you're too short. So the best time to go is when you're a teenager because you're not too young and neither are you too old. I seriously don't mind going to Disneyland just to explore the pink castle again. Neither do I mind going to Disneyland just to go into the Alice in Wonderland's garden maze and to get lost in there. I just want the clock to stop moving, while everyone is moving and all the money in the world so I can travel the world and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Thank you for growing up...&lt;br /&gt;now we just need to make the rest grow up, don't we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-54178023344452949?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/54178023344452949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=54178023344452949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/54178023344452949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/54178023344452949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/10/up.html' title='Up'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-4468583350419753585</id><published>2009-09-30T22:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:41:45.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They danced by the light of the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PujWM70fi4Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PujWM70fi4Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pftthh.. Q didn't come today. Internet is BLOODY slow and I hate having slow connections. I went to class. F gave me the card back, N threw it in the bin then she made another one. When will she stop? Give me a break! She made 2, saying that she's going to give it to the person. So freaking annoying. I shrieked in class because of that. It was embarassing. First subject was BM then Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher didn't come.. then it was D&amp;amp;T. We had to make a collage in pairs. I made a collage of a pumpkin because I saw it in this thing. I prefer mosaics because it's cooler. Talking about art reminds me of Edward Lear, don't ask why. I had to memori The Owl and the Pussy Cat when I was in Year 5... or was it Year 4? I can't remember but it was with Ms Batkin. Back to the pumpkin, it looks proper cute because Aina drew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English. We had to make a little dialogue. This is how it goes... I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Since Ms Batkin is retiring soon, I think we should get her something.&lt;br /&gt;N: We can get her a photo album, it can display a picture of our class and with that, she will never forget us&lt;br /&gt;C: I disagree, a photo album is too boring and common. We should get her a handbag... don't you think she needs a new one?&lt;br /&gt;A: I find her handbag perfectly fine but if we do want to buy it for her, we don't know what she likes.&lt;br /&gt;N: I have a great idea! Why don't we get her a pen? It's very useful.&lt;br /&gt;C: That is a great idea, we can engrave her name on the pen.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then it was RE. *breathe in, breathe out* I will not type it out but those guys really piss me off. Thinking that they're so good and all. Not to show off or anything but my BM mark is higher than yours so don't go shitting around saying that I don't know how to speak Malay. At one point, Rashid called my name and told me to look to my right, then Nawal did the same thing and Syaza did too. Aideed finally broke it and shouted it out. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During PE.. we got Cikgu V. LOL. She went crapping from PE rules to RE. She started with saying why we all have to wear our PE clothes followed by stuff about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aurat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;darurat &lt;/span&gt;and she ended with saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aduhh, dah lambat, tak siap keje mampus lah aku."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home, broke my fast, showered and then headed off to McDonalds because there weren't 'ny food in the kitchen. I wore my shiny sequenced pumps with trackies, a shirt and a hoody. WOOT WOOT, big fashion crime. But wth do I care, innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: I want chinese for my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;P: Kepala ke? Bahagian depan or bahagian belakang?&lt;br /&gt;A: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;F: He asked me if I want bahagian depan or belakang of a chinese. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;A: *laughs*&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I seriously have this big urge to get myself a hammer and knock my head with it because I just found out that Cascada sang Everytime We Touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-4468583350419753585?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/4468583350419753585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=4468583350419753585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/4468583350419753585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/4468583350419753585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/09/poke.html' title='Poke'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-6989132583707906275</id><published>2009-09-29T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:15:16.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MENYIRAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One word for you guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WKbDPoL8R60&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WKbDPoL8R60&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You should know better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't said menyirap for a bloody long time so... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MENYIRAP JEEE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I went into class with this straight face - (=|) Lol.. it looks like a frog. Anyway then I sat down. We didn't have English. Nawal had nothing to do so she took the Eid Card I made during D&amp;amp;T and started writing in it. Then I snatched it off her and read it. One word, STUPID. She wrote a letter and signed it at the bottom with the name 'Asma Mahfuzah'. So, I took a red pen and wrote at the side to proof that I didn't write it. Nawal actually put the wrong number on that paper... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;We fought and fought, snatched it out of each other's hand... even during Science. We finally negotiated a truce. That was when I used my 1.0 blue Pilot gel pen... I scribbled all the names. Then we ripped it... after that we binned it without forgetting to say '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bismillahirahmanirrahim&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to pray and went back to class.&lt;br /&gt;I was fasting - went to the canteen - milo - the stairs - talked - class. Then came Geography... I nearly fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H: Asma, kau benci ----- masa tahun lepas eh?&lt;br /&gt;A: Mana ada? Aku tak kenal dia pun tahun lepas&lt;br /&gt;H: Diorang kata tahun lepas?&lt;br /&gt;A: Kau dengar dari mana?&lt;br /&gt;H: Gossip&lt;br /&gt;A: Sapa yang bagitau kau?&lt;br /&gt;H: Gossip&lt;br /&gt;A: Dari lelaki or perempuan?&lt;br /&gt;H: Laki&lt;br /&gt;A: -.-'&lt;br /&gt;H: Betulkan? Kau benci dia sejak tahun lepas lagi kan? Kau benci dia lagi kan?&lt;br /&gt;A: Watpe aku nak benci dia tahun lepas? Aku tak kenal dia pun.&lt;br /&gt;H: Tak caya..&lt;br /&gt;A: Tanya Marcella, dia pun tahun yang aku tak kenal budak tu tahun lepas.&lt;br /&gt;H: Malas.. dia dekat belakang.&lt;br /&gt;A: Ask anyone then, mesti dorang kata aku tak kenal dia tahun lepas&lt;br /&gt;H: (asked this chinese girl) Dia kenal tak ----- tahun lepas?&lt;br /&gt;C: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;H: (asked Aina Najwa) Weh, dia kenal ----- tak tahun lepas?&lt;br /&gt;A: Nak tanya dia pula. -.-' Aku pun tak kenal Aina tahun lepas.&lt;br /&gt;H: Tapi dorang sume cakap.&lt;br /&gt;A: Sapa?&lt;br /&gt;H: Am***&lt;br /&gt;A: -.-'&lt;br /&gt;Proof that guys gossip more than girls.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then PE and teacher didn't come then we had to go to the surau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: Asma, surat tu untuk sapa?&lt;br /&gt;A: *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;F: Untuk sapa?&lt;br /&gt;A: Entahh&lt;br /&gt;F: Weh, untuk sapa?&lt;br /&gt;A: Orang&lt;br /&gt;F: Orang tu sapa?&lt;br /&gt;A: Don't ask me, I didn't do it&lt;br /&gt;F: Tapi untuk sapa?&lt;br /&gt;A: Urgh&lt;br /&gt;W: *Showed the card that we ripped, taped together*&lt;br /&gt;A: WHAT THE HELL?! NAWAL! LOOK WHAT THEY DID!&lt;br /&gt;N: Diorang buat apa?&lt;br /&gt;A: They taped it all together&lt;br /&gt;N: Aku dah suruh koyak kecik2.&lt;br /&gt;A: No, you never said that... eee, they're so stalkerish.&lt;/blockquote&gt;They have to learn to grow up. That is like so freaking immature. -.-' I would like to swear at them for letting other people read it but I'm not gonna go that low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand people these days. While we were all praying.. they were talking at the front. Laughing even. How did I hear it while I was praying? Because they talked so bloody loud. And just after the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imam&lt;/span&gt; said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Allahu Akhba&lt;/span&gt;r they were all imitating him. I felt like slapping them but that would lead me to having to take my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wudhu&lt;/span&gt; again. After we finished praying... nearly all the guys laughed except a few from the front line and one right from the back. They really get my respect. You should've seen Amar's face... he was like so bloody pissed, he's the one that sat right at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GROW UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-6989132583707906275?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/6989132583707906275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=6989132583707906275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/6989132583707906275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/6989132583707906275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/09/punch.html' title='Punch'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-3946945790901423444</id><published>2009-09-28T21:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:48:40.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Papa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG, you're 40 already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SsDIyTSMXAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/clInD95rlzc/s1600-h/280909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SsDIyTSMXAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/clInD95rlzc/s320/280909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386525920830708738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school, it rained. It was trying to hint out that school is bad for my health. Hah. Hah. I stepped in a puddle and I was like "Oh s&amp;amp;!t!" I went into the canteen and then... this bores me. Skip skip skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bengkel jahitan&lt;/span&gt; which is on the top floor. Got so annoyed with a particular person.. she can't stop repeating the same thing over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuih-muih&lt;/span&gt; for break time, Q and Hana did too. We shared then a teacher came up to me asking for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuih&lt;/span&gt;. Lol. Lots of people asked for 'em but there weren't enough for them all. On the way to the place J and F &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jaga&lt;/span&gt;, we (Q, H and I) bumped into Q's dad. He came to... discuss with the head teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Q... I wish she would go before I even met her. It'll be a long year next year. With PMR and no Qamaryna. I bet she's gonna get loads of friends and then she'll forget about us. But... I'm not gonna let that happen. I'm gonna make her go online everyday and all. Awww! Q, I hate you. -.-' I wouldn't mind if H or J had to leave... JOKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then RE, History and assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SG: Asma cun lah pakai spec.&lt;br /&gt;AH: -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: Hahaaaa... ramai orang terpikat.&lt;br /&gt;A: Sudeehhhh.. esok tak boleh lah aku pakai spec.&lt;/blockquote&gt;You should've seen how proud I was to be a Malaysian during assembly. I got a flag and all... hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had chinese for dinner. Me likeeeyyy. Me wanteeyyy more dummplliinngggsssss! My eyes are... shutting down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: I got duit raya today&lt;br /&gt;A: From who?&lt;br /&gt;P: Dari F?&lt;br /&gt;M: A'ahhh... ceehhh, joke. lol. dari Azurah.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-3946945790901423444?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/3946945790901423444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=3946945790901423444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3946945790901423444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3946945790901423444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/09/chinese.html' title='Chinese'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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/_dPlPvg35GVM/SsDIyTSMXAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/clInD95rlzc/s72-c/280909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-4990181557326352287</id><published>2009-09-28T08:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T08:56:41.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISGTIF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P3CxhBIrBho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P3CxhBIrBho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This song cracks me up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gWCpfRZfVEc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gWCpfRZfVEc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Basshunter's best song.. LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-4990181557326352287?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/4990181557326352287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=4990181557326352287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/4990181557326352287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/4990181557326352287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/09/isgtif.html' title='ISGTIF!'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-4397344170777635137</id><published>2009-09-27T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:24:13.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/Sr8IlBvgLWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/23F2tL2pkX0/s1600-h/untitled4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/Sr8IlBvgLWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/23F2tL2pkX0/s320/untitled4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386033111574261090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/Sr8Ikijf9kI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ERgNxPtO7XA/s1600-h/untitled3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/Sr8Ikijf9kI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ERgNxPtO7XA/s320/untitled3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386033103202416194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/Sr8GQBuQcNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/uW_Vp5yx2C0/s1600-h/untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/Sr8GQBuQcNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/uW_Vp5yx2C0/s320/untitled2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386030551768527058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-4397344170777635137?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/4397344170777635137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=4397344170777635137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/4397344170777635137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/4397344170777635137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/09/p1.html' title='P1'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/Sr8IlBvgLWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/23F2tL2pkX0/s72-c/untitled4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-1783867593556977094</id><published>2009-09-27T11:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:19:34.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Keep it tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cos it's pulling you in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="211"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qapq6e8cWHI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qapq6e8cWHI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="211"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel a thing. I feel so emotionless. I don't feel like caring anymore. I feel like turning myself off. I'm tired of life, I have said it once, a long time ago, now I'm saying it again. I'm seriously tired of life. I don't even know why I'm still living. I don't feel like caring of having billions of sins because I'm going to hell for sure. I think I'll cheer up tomorrow, we'll just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have all the rights to my room because I want to put a lock... a lock that will lock all the visitors I don't want in, out. I don't make sense, who the hell cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can smell fag all the way up to my room. I don't feel like insulting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy again. Emotion-full. Haha. So.. it took me, what? 2 hours of sleeping. Hehe. I went to KFC and Secret Recipe in the afternoon. Used the RM20 worth of KFC vouchers and Papa bought himself a Secret Indulgence because it's his birthday tomorrow. Arrived at home and saw a brand new white Exora. Haha. Went in and Kak Ngah couldn't stop talking about her new car. Ate Cheezy Chickaroni and cake. Now I'm up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's proper sad that tomorrow's school. Ta let y'know the truth, I am not looking forward at all. I don't have school, it's just that I need a really long holiday. Wait for end of year, huh? It's too far away and what I hate is that I can't just drive there. I'd be under a lot of pressure before the holidays... you know, with all the end of year exams and all. Then I'll have to start 'studying' for PMR and not just 'waste' my time because time is 'catching up' on me Then I would start 'whining', be in this 'emo' state where I will hate everybody, I'd 'lock' myself in and 'switch' myself off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;School makes me feel pressured, I dislike that&lt;br /&gt;I need a holiday&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/6885612573022983185-1783867593556977094?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/1783867593556977094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=1783867593556977094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/1783867593556977094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/1783867593556977094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/09/no.html' title='It'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-2940938097373467548</id><published>2009-09-26T12:03:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:26:34.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cascada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie Horler (Cascada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is way better than Lady Gaga and those other people you listen to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ketinggalan gila, i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/Sr2S-IzxDyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2nqeYpDK9YM/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/Sr2S-IzxDyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2nqeYpDK9YM/s320/untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385622325619134242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;Vain is my &lt;strike&gt;second&lt;/strike&gt; middle name.&lt;br /&gt;Asma Vain Hamid.. that doesn't look or even sound right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Digital Mall at noon with Papa and Hakim to but a power supply and a HP 02 black ink catridge. Guess what we brought home? A Brother HL-****, a power supply and HP 02 black ink catridge. (**** - I can't remember the number) I was checking the camera bags and all because carrying around that big Lowepro is not fun. Would you believe that it costs RM499 over there and RM2** online? I guess you do... Haha. Then we dropped by at Subway and head our way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: Can I horn him?&lt;br /&gt;F: Why?&lt;br /&gt;P: He's going to slow.&lt;br /&gt;H: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;F: Why did you horn? Because it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;H: Why did you horn? My son did it.&lt;br /&gt;F: Why did you horn? Because I have one.&lt;br /&gt;H: What's the use of having a horn if you don't use it?&lt;br /&gt;F: Why did you horn? My car wanted to fart.&lt;br /&gt;P: Why did you horn? Because I'm horny.&lt;br /&gt;C: *laughs*&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okay.. LOL. I have another one, why did you horn? Your car told me... look, horn if you're horny! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*angkat-angkat kening*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived back home and dug into my Subway Meatball Marinara. It was the first time I tasted that one and it was... heav.. great! Heaven's better. I am, for sure, getting that one the next time I go to Subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right eye is very itchy and me rubbing it is making it sore. My nose is also very itchy and me scratching it is making my skin peel off but I can't help it. So.. I just had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggi&lt;/span&gt;. Mhmm.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nasi goreng&lt;/span&gt; for breakfast, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Subway&lt;/span&gt; for 4 o'clock lunch and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggi&lt;/span&gt; for dinner. How cool am I? Not at all. LOL, who cares anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you guys watch today's episode of The Nanny? Proper stupid man... especially the part when Maxwell and Fran were playing ping-pong. I was laughing my ass off and Hakim was looking at me weirdly until he figured it out and he was like "EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to get new glasses, the one I'm using right now hurts my eyes and yeah... it makes it uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: GAMBAR RAYA PLZ&lt;br /&gt;F: No thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;A: nak -_-&lt;br /&gt;F: Thank you for respecting&lt;br /&gt;A: wtffffffff?&lt;br /&gt;F: fish heads? you like 'em?&lt;br /&gt;A: ADIK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;F: Adik who?&lt;br /&gt;A: fuzah -.-'&lt;br /&gt;F: i don't know her. I'm sorry, I think you have got the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;A:  fagggggggggggggggggggggot&lt;br /&gt;F: WOW! what a big word, where did you learn it from?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got Evacuate the Dance Floor, acoustic version stuck in my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evacuate the Dance Floor - acoustic; Cascada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-2940938097373467548?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/2940938097373467548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=2940938097373467548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/2940938097373467548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/2940938097373467548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/09/that.html' title='Cascada'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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/_dPlPvg35GVM/Sr2S-IzxDyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2nqeYpDK9YM/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-1557732465436296928</id><published>2009-09-25T09:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:21:11.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrissy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If only I could say I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If only you would understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ULhOl1GkN7o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ULhOl1GkN7o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His old songs are cool... way better than his new once. I can't stop listening to 'em. BTW, ignore the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Mak Zam's at 11 o'clock. Kak Lang came back home for lunch. I ate. Then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lepak-lepak&lt;/span&gt;. Didn't get to see Kak Ngah's tadika because she was at her Tadika. Got money from Along... for like the first time. Haha.. It's his first year of eid being married... I don't understand what I just typed but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: Fuzah, kamu dapat apa untuk BM?&lt;br /&gt;A: 80?&lt;br /&gt;P: Kenapa ucapan hari raya on your blog teruk sgt.&lt;br /&gt;A: -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: Papa... take Muaz's duit raya from Mak Zam tak aci oh kalau hakim dapat.&lt;br /&gt;H: But all Muaz's duit is mine.&lt;br /&gt;F: Yeah, but takkan you can get 100 just like that. Kak, we split jom.&lt;br /&gt;A: A'ah... you take 25, i take 25&lt;br /&gt;H: Mana boleh.&lt;br /&gt;F: But you always get duit raya and we don't.&lt;br /&gt;M: Nani habis raya... masuk semua dalam tabung haji.&lt;br /&gt;F: Take all Muaz's duit raya from Hakim and put it in Muaz's tabung haji. I'm so dengki.&lt;br /&gt;P: Tau tak pe. Your brother is so innocent and you can't stop bullying him.&lt;br /&gt;F: HE IS NOT INNOCENT! Kak, tell Papa that he is not innocent.&lt;br /&gt;A: Hakim is not innocent, tengok dia bila dia main game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H: Go die...&lt;br /&gt;F: Fine.. bye..&lt;br /&gt;H: Bye!&lt;br /&gt;F: Tell Papa and Mami that I love them.&lt;br /&gt;H: Okay! Bye-bye! *waved*&lt;br /&gt;F: And tell Kak Aisyah that she can have all my stuff when I die.&lt;br /&gt;H: Okay2! Just go.&lt;br /&gt;F: You can have my room.&lt;br /&gt;H: Yeayyy!&lt;br /&gt;F: And take care of Muaz... make sure he grows up well. Don't let him take drugs or even smoke. Just, please, take care of him. When he grows up make sure he knows that I never wanted to leave.&lt;br /&gt;H: Ye lahh! Hurry up! Go!&lt;br /&gt;F: Kayy.. byee... (pretended to walk deeper into the sea)&lt;br /&gt;H: Run!&lt;br /&gt;F: Byyeee! *Sniffles* (started walking backwards) *waved* I'm going to miss you.&lt;br /&gt;H: Why are you walking backwards? Go die lah.&lt;br /&gt;F: Lol. Yathink I would let you have all the fun?&lt;br /&gt;(Innocent lah sangat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then came back home because Wak Mun/Mon wasn't home. I slept in the car which also ends with me lying down on the bed after getting out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uncle Sebelah's&lt;/span&gt; house. Had Nasi Briyani. Like the real arabic briyani. With the yoghurt and kebab and all. And yes.. I am full. The table was like full, alright? It looks proper nice and it tastes proper nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I can't stop myself from thinking that if I die this world will be a nicer place. You know, less one person to hurt your feelings, less one person to break your ego, less one person to insult you and so on. You're probably like, "Keep thinking that... try killing yourself, I'm sure the world will be a better place." Sadly, I won't suicide because it'll make the world a nice place. Someone once told me.... lol, I'm running out of the subject. Chop, I'll walk out. Hahaa. But you know, you can't impress everybody because it'll only bring you down. That was retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you realised that what you dream can effect you? It did to me.. in a good way but you know it's only little. But little things are what changes your ways of living. You know, I used to type like this.. errkkk, girh, kiter, maner, diew. OMG! Ikr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raya kat BRP best oh, uncle-uncle and auntie-auntie bagi duit raya. Tak macam kat kg... sikit-sikit, oh dah tua tak perlu duit raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If Only; Chris Trousdale and Anna Sundstrand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Can Count On Me; Chris Trousdale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-1557732465436296928?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/1557732465436296928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=1557732465436296928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/1557732465436296928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/1557732465436296928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/09/chrissy.html' title='Chrissy'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-4749604542219824621</id><published>2009-09-24T22:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:24:06.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbecue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Call my name, I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can count on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KEOGYqIAMVI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KEOGYqIAMVI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh woke up earleh in d mornin and took a shower and all. Then went off to PD. I didn't bring the stick for the tent so it had to be tied up. I got told off. Then I jumped in to the sea. It was kind of the dirty because of the sand. Played with that water sprayer thing. I sprayed Papa and then he knicked Hakim's and started spraying me. He got it in my eye. Then bladibladibla. Malas ah nak cerita. But I had fun in the water. Like proper fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Raqib's. Had KFC and chatted. Then took pictures and went home. Details are not to be included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually felt like typing a hell lot of things after I just came back from PD but I couldn't be bothered to do it then. So.. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me - Chris Trousdale ... I like the way it goes but some of the effects is real annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt as if you always feel guilty at the wrong place? I do... and I hate it. Hugh Dancy looks a bit like Robbert Pattinson. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-4749604542219824621?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/4749604542219824621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=4749604542219824621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/4749604542219824621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/4749604542219824621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/09/barbecue.html' title='Barbecue'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-7193589797700189373</id><published>2009-09-23T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:13:12.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's a fear in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not showing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Lalalalala...&lt;br /&gt;Dumdidumdidum...&lt;br /&gt;Pappadadap...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Truuttttruuttt...&lt;br /&gt;Pamdidam...&lt;/blockquote&gt;It gets annoying, trust me. I ate breakfast at Tanjung for like the first time in a month. Regretted on my choice of food, I wanted Roti Boom. Anyway... My finger hurts, I don't know how I can stand typing this all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to but alive fishes at noon. Had lunch... bladibladibla... then so on... after that I... then I... Then we went to Giant. We bought a beach ball and this water gun thingy majigue. Trust me, I felt as if I was in Skeggy... I think we bought a beach ball, fork and spade with a sand castle bucket thing. We had lots of them in our store room because we used to buy a new one every time we go.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... we bought the beach ball and that water gun thing because we're going to the beach tomorrow! We're having a barbecue. Weheee... Q and Hana just had a barbecue last night so tomorrow's my turn to have fun. All this going to the beach during Eid reminds me of that one time... long time ago... Mami had to go to US during Eid so without Mami, we ate ready-to-eat ketupat and Papa made sambal kacang then we went off to...&lt;br /&gt;Guess where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KNOWSLEY SAFARI PARK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when I minta maaf with Papa and Mami? Papa wouldn't let it go that easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: Minta maaf and halalkan semua makan minum fuzah&lt;br /&gt;P: Fuzah buat apa kat papa? Kenapa fuzah nak minta maaf?&lt;br /&gt;F: *Shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;P: Fuzah pernah buat apa salah? Fuzah nak minta maaf sebab Fuzah buat apa?&lt;br /&gt;F: You're making me cry...&lt;br /&gt;P: I don't want to make you cry but kenapa Fuzah minta maaf?&lt;br /&gt;F: *starts crying*&lt;br /&gt;P: *hugs* (started saying stuff like I have to be a good girl and all)&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm a softy... kill me for being one. I seriously can't stand saying sorry because when I say sorry I know that I did something wrong. Andand... this year.. Papa didn't go easy on us.. as you just read. The other years he would just say "Papa pun sama.. ye" and last year he said "Wow... siap halalkan makan minum lagi..." So yeahh.. I wasn't actually expecting him to ask me what I'm minta maaf-ing for. And as I said before... I'm a softy. Soft interior... only if you knew me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-7193589797700189373?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/7193589797700189373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=7193589797700189373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7193589797700189373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7193589797700189373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/09/omd.html' title='OMD'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-5726195957669492581</id><published>2009-09-22T13:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:07:28.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dont know what it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That makes me feel like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SrhujgdbgFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jTljv5Shc60/s1600-h/DSC_8732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/SrhujgdbgFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jTljv5Shc60/s320/DSC_8732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384174910809276498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: Look! A smart car... it's so smart it's made out of plastic&lt;br /&gt;F: It's made to be environmentally-friendly.&lt;br /&gt;H: What's so environmentally-friendly about it? Is it powered by battery... no....&lt;br /&gt;F: Cars run on fuel.&lt;br /&gt;H: So?&lt;br /&gt;F: It doesn't run on fuel... it walks.&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;amp;H: (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;P: Dia cakap apa?&lt;br /&gt;M: Entahlah..&lt;br /&gt;P: Mak Tok pun dah marah, diorang cakap dia tak faham.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okiedokie.. where should we start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From last night? Q's text came in at about 3 o'clock. Gila oh. She said she sent it earlier. My phone wasn't on silent, I was sleeping in a room, Muaz was sleeping, thank God that Muaz didn't wake up. Or else... they'll put the blame on me. My tweet box is full. LOL. Eh.. did you know that I actually say LOL instead of laughing out loud? Now you do. WOOT! WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Nasi Lemak for breakfast... proper nice. Then had to pack everything up... with that many bags, I feel as if I'm going back to Manchester. That'd be wicked, innit? Anyway... then I gave some of the extra sparkles to Hafiz... he's the only guy you can trust then went to shower. After I took a shower we all left for BRP. Then we arrived and I had to vacuum. I laughed, don't ask why. Then bladibladibla...&lt;br /&gt;I went to K. Selangor. Mami's kampung. Went around to people's houses. Then went to A'an's house. Had dinner there and then came back home. I just woke up... wow, I feel so charged up. Hah. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Aku add Asma... Asma tu kau eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: *nods*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Aku ingat kan dia (points to Aisyah) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: -.-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sepupu sendri pon klo x knl x tw ar - A'an)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Dah lah baca dictionary... mengalahkan MJ. Eh.. did you know that nincompoop is in the dictionary? Hahaaa... that is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough* Ouch.. me throat hurts. You guys heard Superstar; Jamelia? Proper old song.. it brought back lots of memories. We used to shake, scrape, hit, clap, jiggle to that in music and we used to slither, hop, jump, slide to that in dance. Great times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RED FM and MIX FM ROCKS YOUR ASS RIGHT DOWN TO VENEZUELA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite song(s):&lt;br /&gt;Follow Me - Uncle Kracker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-5726195957669492581?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/5726195957669492581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=5726195957669492581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/5726195957669492581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/5726195957669492581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/09/smart.html' title='smart'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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/_dPlPvg35GVM/SrhujgdbgFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jTljv5Shc60/s72-c/DSC_8732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885612573022983185.post-8465681960471265961</id><published>2009-09-21T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:39:14.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ber</title><content type='html'>I'm currently at Tok Wan's, obviously. The only place with internet connection. Tee Hee. Anyway, I better finish blogging before people serang me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically had an early raya.. because of a certain reason. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy... first day of raya?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to solat raya, all the girls didn't except Mak Tok, that is. Before the guys went, we all said sorry. When it was my turn to salam Mak Tok and Pak Tok, I didn't get the free ceramah the others were forced to listen to. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ceh.. baik boleh dikatakan&lt;/span&gt;. I cried when I said sorry to Papa and Mami.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dah sah banyak gila dosa, en?&lt;/span&gt; I didn't say sorry to KAisyah because Hakim didn't. We took a family picture like banyak gila shots. Mami wants it framed and hung.. made a freestyle one, it reminded me of my class picture. I didn't get to so the freestyle version because Minah needs HELL. Ooopppssss.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to nenek Nyai's house and Tok Wan burned mercun bola and gave it to the kids. Of course they had to throw it proper near to the house. Muaz cried while Fatin, Hakim, KAisyah and I played Yu-En-Ou. Because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we're cool like that yaw&lt;/span&gt;. I then hurt the back of my foot because of my pumps. Walked around.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get any duit raya. NON AT FREAKING ALL! Am I THAT old? So pissed.. Haha... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nak duit raya juga en&lt;/span&gt;? Next year, I'll wear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a baju raya that says, "I'm only 14, duit raya, please?" Haha. Played fireworks at night... habiskan mercun semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day of raya?&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home all day. Marhaban day today so had to help out and all. Slept for 3 hours at noon. Then took a shower and went to this atok's house then off to Tok Wan's. And here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... raya this year.. ain't fun. Serious shit. I didn't feel like eating, at all. And all the ketupats are finish. Wanna cry with me in the corner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa.. I'm getting off. I'll blog later. Apalah main netbook bila beraya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-8465681960471265961?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/8465681960471265961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=8465681960471265961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/8465681960471265961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/8465681960471265961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/09/ber.html' title='ber'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-4018571676436749861</id><published>2009-09-17T22:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:08:50.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="span" &gt;Go burn yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Aspan"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... Eid's coming up. I won't be here to blog because my grandparent's house couldn't get any 3G. Sad innit? So then I'll have to go into town to get connection which I wouldn't because I have a life. To let you know the truth, I can't wait to play Mercun Naga because that's the only firework I can play with. It's not as dangerous, you see. I don't feel like coming back to school without a finger. I ain't a pro, like you guys, innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. and let's not forget the unlimited food we get. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nasi Impit, Pulut, Sambal Kacang, Kuah Lodeh, Ayam Kicap and Rendang&lt;/span&gt;... nyummy, nyummy in my tummy. Ada lagi tak? I'm not so in to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuih Raya&lt;/span&gt;... but I still eat a lot of them... more than what is good for me. But, if I do go to your house, make sure you hide all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerepeks&lt;/span&gt;. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... Ucapan Hari Raya will be done in Malay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri kepada semua. Pertama sekali, saya ingin mengucapkan terima kasih kerana sudi membaca ini. Saya juga ingin meminta maaf atas perkara-perkara keji yang telah saya lakukan. Saya juga ingin meminta maaf jika telah tersinggungkan hati kamu semua secara sengaja dan tidak sengaja. Selain itu, saya hendak meminta maaf atas kutukan-kutukan yang telah saya menaip di dalam blog ini.. setahu saya... paling banyak kutukan di dalam blog ini ditujukan kepada &lt;i&gt;Si Baje&lt;/i&gt;t. Tidak tahu lah kalau dia baca. Justeru, minta maaf kalau telah terlanggar kamu dengan sengaja atau tidak sengaja dan minta maaf jika saya terlebih &lt;i&gt;descriptive &lt;/i&gt;apabila bercakap. Walau bagaimanapun, saya ingin mengucapkan selamat bercuti. Jagalah diri itu baik-baik, kalau mati meletup... susah pula jadinya.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;EID MUBARAK,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;everybody. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm leaving for Muar tomorrow morning.. until I don't know when. Please pray so that I get there and come back safely as I will always pray for your safety. Have a safe journey and &lt;i&gt;TAKE A BREAK WITH KITKAT&lt;/i&gt;. Oh and BTW, I will have my phone right beside me... every minute of everyday while I'm in Johor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-4018571676436749861?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/4018571676436749861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=4018571676436749861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/4018571676436749861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/4018571676436749861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/09/eid.html' title='Eid'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-3692176070257849850</id><published>2009-09-17T12:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:14:39.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yop?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sCpeIKVIHbY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sCpeIKVIHbY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have already filled in my RAE form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dam'nit, I got number 8 in class because my percentage was kind-of low. I got a tummy ache and my throat is so dry. I'll blog later. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, lemme see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I arrived in school, thinking I was late because there were people at the assembly place. The pak guard then told me that us afternoon sessions have to gather at the guy's surau. I got there and no one was there so I just followed everyone else. Then we were sent to class. We had to do a Ringkasan during BM and... ahh sack all those shit. Heee. During Science, I had to copy the excercise on to the board so the others can copy it back onto their own paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A: Ahhh.. senget gila.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;W: Kau pun senget.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A: Cikgu! Tengok dia, 2 hari lagi nak raya.. sempat lagi kutuk orang.. dah lah belum minta maaf.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;G: Senyapnya, jom bising.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;W: Jangan.. nanti orang kat depan tu marah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A: -.-'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah.. then had civics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A: Cikgu ada kerja ke?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;C: Ada...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A: Alaa.. cikgu ni. Tengok.. Rashid takde, tak de semangat lah macam ni.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;C: *laughs*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So.. that's about it. Right? I gave an Eid card to MJ, advising her to buy and burn fireworks. WOOT! WOOT! Haha. Then I gave it out to random people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ai: Haha! Padan muka kau.. dapat warna hitam.. aku punya warna biru.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fi: Biar lah.. dapat juga en.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As: Ada one more left... gimme an idea of who I should give.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;NH: -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As: Other than the guy. -.-'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Na: -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As: Masalah lah korang ni.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strike&gt;OMG! OMG! I feel like blowing up right now. But since you're my friend, I'm going to take this positively. Thank you, God, for making me a patient person, one that doesn't blow up because someone copied her. Thank you, thank you very much.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-3692176070257849850?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/3692176070257849850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=3692176070257849850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3692176070257849850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/3692176070257849850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/09/yop.html' title='Yop?'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-941604446078221369</id><published>2009-09-16T17:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:31:22.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masalah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don’t get it, I really don’t get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I try to walk away but my feet won’t let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, my day started with myself waking up at 5 for sahur. Followed by me sleeping then completing the Eid Cards. Thank God I was able to finish printing and trimming before school. I started writing on them once I was in class. It hurts, my hand and my fingers. For the first few, I wrote a lot then I got bored so yeah. Hahaaa. Some of the stuff I wrote were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Maafkan je lah aku, tak payah aku susah-susah minta maaf banyak banyak"&lt;br /&gt;"To let you know the truth, I don't feel like saying sorry to you"&lt;br /&gt;"Lebih baik kutuk sebelum minta maaf, en?"&lt;br /&gt;"Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir dan Batin... enough said"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yeah... Hmm... So, we didn't actually learn today.. or did we? Oh yeah, English but we just chatted. And during BM, I didn't hear a thing cikgu said because I was writing in those cards. Played Truth or Dare, again. I feel as if I don't have a life, you know, ToD every single bloody day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Tadarus during RE and sat around during PE. About 10 minutes before school finished, some of the girls in 2A started walking around saying sorry. Huhu, excluding me. *Cheeky grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am real pissed with R today, he wouldn't stop picking on me. It started with the glue on his table... Urghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;R: (loudly) Kenapa Asma tak bagi card kepada - ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CM: Gambar - takde lah. dalam ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Yang ni ke? *points like orang gila*&lt;br /&gt;A: Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;R: Yang ni?&lt;br /&gt;A: Shut up lah weh, sekali cukup.&lt;br /&gt;R: - !&lt;br /&gt;-: *Does that thing that guys do when they're trying to say 'what' or 'sup'*&lt;br /&gt;A: Bodoh. Jahat gila, R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okay, done. I'm going to print more cards tomorrow, for random people that passes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-941604446078221369?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/941604446078221369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=941604446078221369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/941604446078221369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/941604446078221369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/09/masalah.html' title='Masalah'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-5099766968050009043</id><published>2009-09-15T22:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:10:05.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you put 1 and 1 together, it becomes 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but when you put 2 and 2 together, you'll know what will happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bXR_a6IBgSw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bXR_a6IBgSw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'm starting to like Beyonce. I mean, letting Taylor finish her speech which she didn't get to because of Kanye West. But yeah, Beyonce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school? Boring.&lt;br /&gt;It's cool how one word can mean something so much more, innit? Anyway, I had to carry Hana's heavy cage upstairs then straight went to the library. We played truth or dare at one point. I had to go to GCY and ask him if he will marry me, so stupid but you should've seen his face. I then went downstairs for Science and Malay then went up again to pray. I then went downstairs and climbed up again.&lt;br /&gt;Once I was up, Hana hugged me. It was totally unexpected. Haha. Then we all went downstairs. We talked about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I then went to my class for Geography, skipped PE and RE to finish of my Living Skills' wood work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently trying to complete Eid Cards because the day after tomorrow, Q and FDee ain't coming to school. Ah, crap. I need to start printing Eid Cards. The Eid Cards I made looks stupid but it's the thought that counts, right? Probably not, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P: Cuti sendiri lah.&lt;br /&gt;A: Tak boleh, last day yang best.&lt;br /&gt;P: And then you'll be the only girl in your class.&lt;br /&gt;A: Nooo.... nanti combine class.&lt;br /&gt;P: Dengan kelas H.&lt;br /&gt;A: No? B, C and D&lt;/blockquote&gt;Nawal will surely laugh her head off once I tell her tomorrow. I have to do that Twitter thing before I leave. Ahhhh. So many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, I can't tweet from Johor. The standard international text messaging rates are too high if I were to tweet atleast 5 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C: ko knl x aq spe?? mst knl nye.. tpu x knl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D: aku tak kenal kau sapa tapi aku rasa kau budak yg igt dia pndai sgt bm tu. Kankan? pftth.. you suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ceh memg pndi pon nk wat cmne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.. hehe.. sepupu sendri pon klo x knl x tw ar.. aq kt asrama nie x blh slalu on.. nie mlayu ke inggeris nie??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Perasan gila mamat ni, eja pun tak reti)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-5099766968050009043?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/5099766968050009043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=5099766968050009043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/5099766968050009043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/5099766968050009043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/09/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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-6885612573022983185.post-7450335975032138666</id><published>2009-09-14T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:24:09.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO ONE owns me, I own no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enough said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatta what what?&lt;br /&gt;Whatta WOOT WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had living skills followed by Malay. Then it was break time, after break time, went to the surau to read and pray. Went down for History. We were suppose to have assembly, but we didn't. So guess what we played? TRUTH OR DARE. woot woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;R: Okay, tell G you love him.&lt;br /&gt;A: Okayyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;S: No, no. ckp kat F.&lt;br /&gt;A: Okaaaayyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;A: F!&lt;br /&gt;F: ....&lt;br /&gt;A: F!&lt;br /&gt;F: Takde orang lain dalam class ni nak kacau ke?&lt;br /&gt;A: Takde, kau paling handsome.... R, enough?&lt;br /&gt;R: Hahahaaa. okayokay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: (sits on a chair) korang tengah cakap pasal apa ni?&lt;br /&gt;T: (started chatting)&lt;br /&gt;R: (took of his glasses, continued chatting, then took G's then wore it then took his back and then sat back down with us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: tadi korang cakap pasal apa? aku dengar nama aku.&lt;br /&gt;S: duduk2, aku bg tau kau.&lt;br /&gt;A: hmm.&lt;br /&gt;S: Camni, kan kau ngan F selalu gaduh en?&lt;br /&gt;A: We do? *confused//innocent face*&lt;br /&gt;S: (continued chatting)&lt;br /&gt;A: *laughs*&lt;/blockquote&gt;So yeah, nothing really. Thank God I didn't bring Hana her present, she didn't come to school. -.-' And I ain't bringing no cookies to school... *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike people who likes calling others stupid. I dispise them. I dislike people who likes jumping into conclusions. I dislike people who likes accusing. I dislike lots of people. It is as simple as that. I wish everyone would take everything optimistically. I seriously feel like sleeping right now. G'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885612573022983185-7450335975032138666?l=iztele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/feeds/7450335975032138666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885612573022983185&amp;postID=7450335975032138666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7450335975032138666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885612573022983185/posts/default/7450335975032138666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iztele.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-one-owns-me-i-own-no-one-enough-said.html' title='no'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</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>
