<?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-12211687</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:36:22.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scribbles on</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-113345203342765840</id><published>2005-12-01T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T23:47:14.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secrets don't make friends - from first to last</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;EVERYBODY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guides tomorrow - HAIYOH . But nevermind, after that I can de-stress with my EVIL soulmate (: .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-113345203342765840?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/113345203342765840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=113345203342765840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113345203342765840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113345203342765840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/12/secrets-dont-make-friends-from-first.html' title='secrets don&apos;t make friends - from first to last'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-113336086396898111</id><published>2005-11-30T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:37:22.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>promise - matchbook romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT MAKING THIS EASY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S PURPLE ! Looks a bit GAY-ish but purple is nice than orange okay. So here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/320/mmp3%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's dark purple lah, don't worry. I bet you Firman will love the colour ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;HAPPY, GAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-113336086396898111?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/113336086396898111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=113336086396898111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113336086396898111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113336086396898111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/11/promise-matchbook-romance.html' title='promise - matchbook romance'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-113316992835752989</id><published>2005-11-28T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:52:46.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deluge of failed attempts - dear whoever</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THIS DREAM WILL END&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am jumping until I can almost reach the ceiling because my brother has gone for his chalet and I will have peace for awhile! And also, I managed to ask my mum to bring me mp3-hunting today! Happy people make the world a better place eh?! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no more borrowing mp3s from others and no more silence, how happy can that be (: . By the way, there was kind of a fight yesterday involving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;ADI&lt;/span&gt; vs. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Eh kau leh tolong aku tak?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"?? Tolong aper?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Camne nak mintak break ah??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Cam gitu ah. Asal?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Aku dah try tapi susah sey. Dier maseh nak continue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kau stead ngn aku sudah."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(hysterical laughter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Kau ingatkan senang sangat pe?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kau stead ngn aku je. Aku tau aper nak uat."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;giler"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bagi aku email add dier."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing went on until I donno what time. I kept silent all the way because this is what he told me to do :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Eh, dier tanye aku name kau. Nak ilang?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh.. Jangan dulu. Kau diam je."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"ADIIIIII!! Kau ngok ah, dier dah start maki2 aku!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Relax. Diam2 je."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"ADIIII!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dier tak brani maki aku fck. Dier cume maki mak aku"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"ADI APER KAU UAT?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aku keep cool je. HAHA"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so he tried to help but he got me into trouble. Faris called my handphone at night but I didn't pick up. He then called my home which got me totally BESERK and PANICKED. My mum picked it up and passed me the call. My heart was beating extra fast. I put down the phone as soon as possible and ran into my room to curse him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMN LAH -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was gonna get me grounded and my freedom would be GONE - just because of his friggin stupid call. Idiotic sia, I told him to SWEAR NEVER TO CALL MY HOME EVER AGAIN. Oh and ya, he called me a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bitch/slut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last night. How bloody nice eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the morning only to get questioned by my mum, &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So Faris is your boyfriend lah?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . Cheebye, I work soo hard to build a good reputation and now because of one bloody phonecall my mum will think I'm just like the teenage minahs. I kept denying but then my brother came in the picture and did his fcking annoying voice saying,&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Yah I know Faris is your boyfriend. Don't lie to mama! I know you always chat with him. Aiyo tell bapak!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how much damage a stupid midnight call can do to me? And yet he can still threaten to come up to my house and spill out the whole truth to my mum. Knncheebye &lt;em&gt;betul&lt;/em&gt;! I tell you, &lt;strong&gt;BOYS ARE JERKS&lt;/strong&gt;. Having a serious relationship right now is pointless okay. Better if we just focus on our studies and think about true love when we're more mature in the mind right?! I have planned my future so well and I won't let one stupid freak ruin it all. I swear I wasn't meant to be in this motherfckg school, the people here are so shallow and empty up there. Not that I look down on them but seriously, only a few are intellectually challenged. I wish I could get transferred to a non-neighbourhood school so that I'd have a healthy mind and oh, why not I bring along Vien and my fellow ambassadors. Won't that be nice &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooves I'm just glad that I'd be getting an mp3. Finally and thank God (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-113316992835752989?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/113316992835752989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=113316992835752989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113316992835752989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113316992835752989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/11/deluge-of-failed-attempts-dear-whoever.html' title='deluge of failed attempts - dear whoever'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-113302298894138438</id><published>2005-11-26T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T00:39:45.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hypnotize - system of a down</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HUMPS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went out with my primary school friends yesterday to raya at the last minute. The gang was made up of the same people except for two of them which were Farhana &amp; Firman's friend, Dini. It was Adi, Firman, Hykal, Feefa, Shu, Myself and the other two mentioned earlier. I could say it was bizzare and well, fun actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130 Adi phoned me to say he was already waiting for me downstairs. I told him that I'd be right down but he was 15 minutes early so I made him wait till 1145.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;ADI&lt;/span&gt; vs. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lambat sia kau. Nak makeup lah, tu lah, ni lah.. Haiyo!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"(pouts) Jom lets go. Firman maner?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Entah lah. Eh, dier bawak pompan dier ngn kwn dier tau."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"ALAAAAAHHH!! Sibuk seyy. Hmph!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the few sentences we spoke and the journey to Hykal's house was total SILENCE. Once reached that Jambul's house, I phoned Shu and asked her to run down to his house as soon as possible. I was feeling damn awkward with two TALL people sitting beside me!!! Cannot tahan sia, made me feel like jumping each time I could. Soon Shu came and I felt much worse &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOODYSHIT&lt;/strong&gt; LAH EVERYONE'S &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TALLER&lt;/span&gt; THAN ME!! EVEN SI &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;JAMBUL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got fed up so I just kept quiet. Adi asked me about the other day when he asked me to meet him at Meridien and well after all the chitchat, we headed to meet up with Fir &amp;amp; his friend under Adi's block. Like seriously, I felt damn short for the first time in my 14years. Okay so we met then walked to Farhana's house while the boys went for Friday "prayers". Chitchat with Farhana about some stuffs then blah blah the boys came. Firman got pissed at Farhana and kept complaining to me - damn funny siaa XD . Soon I asked Farhana to join so I was happy since I wasn't the only short one ((: (sorry Farna!!). By the way, Firman's girlfriend couldn't come along :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at night we went to Cikgu Safura's house first. Bought some McDonald's and ate on the way there. The boys ate under the block awhile then straight away walked to Cikgu's house. Dammit lah they all lighted cigarettes while we walked under bamboo poles. I punched Adi plenty of times as he positively told me he hadn't had a cigarette for 10 days and wanted to quit. Stupid lahh he! I was raging mad at him and so was Shu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu had to hurry off so we took off early. Idiotic guys lighted again downstairs then didn't even think that Cikgu was going down too. We signaled to them and they scurried into the darkness. After all the trouble, we took a taxi to go to Cikgu Zaf &amp; Mdm Sutinah's house at Loyang Rise. The girls got lost and the boys got lost finding us. HAHA, we wasted so much time there and the three girls that were left sat like minahs at the side of the road. And OH! We took some photos meanwhile too ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/320/rayaqnps%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/320/rayaqnps%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/320/rayaqnps%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/320/rayaqnps%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/320/rayaqnps%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/320/zrayaqnps%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the boys asked us to meet at the nearby playgrd and Firman insisted on taking a picture for memory. So there it is, our two gentlemen and a GAY. Mind you, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; is the universal colour for GAY eh FIR?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/320/srayaqnps%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love the sunshine truck!! Like real. So at the bus stop discussed where to go and I forced everyone to go to 7-eleven near my house and they agreed. I persuaded Adi to send me home and he gladly said yes ((: . Eh, scary sia if I go home alone! Got the budak lepak and all and I wasn't wearing my sport shoes - cannot RUN! HAHA. So while walking, I advised Adi to quit. Well actually, I placed a bet and he said he'll try to make Haikal quit too ((: . YAY, I'm a good person :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of only Adi sending me home, one GAY and his GAYFRIEND tagged along too but they were sweet enough to send me home until my stairs. They even offered to take the lift with me until I reached home (: . So gentlemenly - I LOVVEE &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall everything was uber fun lah (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-113302298894138438?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/113302298894138438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=113302298894138438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113302298894138438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113302298894138438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/11/hypnotize-system-of-down.html' title='hypnotize - system of a down'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-113274842955014866</id><published>2005-11-23T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T20:20:29.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fly away - nelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;LAST TIME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad doesn't believe that my brother and I have been in the room the whole time when he was trying to unlock the door. He claimed that one of us played a trick on him and kept twisting the lock when he tried to open the door with his key. He then heard that culprit run for it as what my brother always does. But he was inside my room playing cards with me all along. &lt;em&gt;Weird&lt;/em&gt;, not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I haven't been blogging much these days. The most obvious reason is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SICK + BUSY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's it. I caught a horrible cold from Faris and haven't quite cured from it yet. For the past week, I have done things like adoring the cast of the new Potter movie, stuff myself with buttered popcorn and melted cheese and of course, house hopping with my family. For the record, I've watched Goblet of Fire three times a week and Emily Rose two times, all within the same month/week. How boring can I be? Don't answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handphone hasn't made a single sound since last week and I have no clue why. It has been DEAD. I pity my Dad for having to pay a wholesome for my electricity bills and phone bills as well as my shopping bills. After seeing how much he really has to pay for me, I've decided to cut down on everything. I wanna try be like Harrith. Go low for a few months and take a joy ride for at least a month or two each year. That way he can't blame me for always making him pay soo much! Smart eh? Thank you, West friend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should go to school tomorrow. I think I like Pamela Oei ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-113274842955014866?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/113274842955014866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=113274842955014866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113274842955014866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113274842955014866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/11/fly-away-nelly.html' title='fly away - nelly'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-113214222167382393</id><published>2005-11-16T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T19:57:02.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girlfriend - nsync</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;I'LL BE YOUR SHINING STAR&lt;/u&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home the whole day today watching tv. Two groups of my friends paid a visit to my house. The first group was Haikal Chee's group. Was excited to meet him but then I think he was shy to talk to me or something like that. The only sentence that came out from him was, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mar, leh duduk kat sini tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" . What a total disappointment. After that only Qayumm talked to me and at the end, Qayumm said I was so-called &lt;em&gt;sombong&lt;/em&gt;. I made an excuse that I was tired and so they all went home. Oh and ya, Ahmad was there too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next group was 2D and Hanis, Faris and the rest came over. Talked a little pretty much then they headed for Pasir Ris. I didn't have the mood for anything else but tv today. Guess why? Because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I LEFT MY FRIGGIN HANDPHONE AT MY GRANMA'S PLACE LAST NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cannot sms Saifuldin, disturb Harrith and well, discuss about tomorrow's plans with the rest. Pure boredom, I say. Maybe going out later to buy my solution and case for my colored lenses then stop over at Granma's to pick up my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm wondering what outfit to wear tomorrow. Oh crap, I just saw lightning across the field.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-113214222167382393?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/113214222167382393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=113214222167382393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113214222167382393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113214222167382393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/11/girlfriend-nsync.html' title='girlfriend - nsync'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-113189780144790636</id><published>2005-11-13T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T00:03:21.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohio is for lovers - HAWTHORNE HEIGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HARRITH GILER LAH EH !&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE FROM THE WEST HOLLER AT ME!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA mummy's boy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-113189780144790636?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/113189780144790636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=113189780144790636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113189780144790636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113189780144790636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/11/ohio-is-for-lovers-hawthorne-heights.html' title='ohio is for lovers - HAWTHORNE HEIGHTS'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-113187830323089946</id><published>2005-11-13T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T18:38:23.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twinkle star - sm</title><content type='html'>PERVERTIC STARES -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stinks &lt;strong&gt;big time&lt;/strong&gt;. Ok, so I went out house hopping with Saifullah and gang last Friday and it was &lt;strong&gt;TORTURE &lt;/strong&gt;for me. Like seriously, I kept telling Faris that I wanted to go home but he &lt;em&gt;forced&lt;/em&gt; me to stay. Because I stayed, now I have two friggin blisters and they hurt like &lt;u&gt;HELL&lt;/u&gt;. But nevermind, I had someone to accompany/sms me - HOW TERRIBLY&lt;strong&gt; SWEET&lt;/strong&gt; OF HIM ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have the mood to camwhore so I just kept silent the whole way. Darling chicken made me laugh insanely all by myself but it was because of HIM I came home happy (: . Sweetheart lah! Tomorrow I meet him, confirm he kena from me! Haha. Oh ya, I have sharing at Tampines Primary tomorrow. 400 students can make me faint lah deyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out again with Saifullah and gang this Tuesday. Like don't want to go but pity them so I just tag along. &lt;em&gt;Sayang kawan punye pasal lah&lt;/em&gt;. But also for more collection $$ !! Immature, I know. I cannot wait to watch movie with friends! Horror nice lah siaa, can scream like sissies (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-113187830323089946?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/113187830323089946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=113187830323089946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113187830323089946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113187830323089946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/11/twinkle-star-sm.html' title='twinkle star - sm'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-113160749377706017</id><published>2005-11-10T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T15:24:53.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>empty hearts - a dead giveaway</title><content type='html'>BRINGS ME NOTHING .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete and utter fun lah today. Woke up at 7.30am and headed for Qiaonan Primary. We had our short presentation there and blah blah the usuals. Mrs Alice Choo was surprised when she saw Hanis and &amp; present on stage. I could see she was proud of us ((: . When we finished, she came to us and gave us a warm greeting. She gave me one of her mummy hugs and I was really touched. She scolded me that I was skinny! Haha, so funny lah she. She kind of boasted to Mr Nathan that both of us were her EXstudents and I thought it was sweet that she still remember us and love us like her own children (: .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn sleepy and my feet were aching like hell so I had no mood to disturb little kids and make them look up to us. Instead I just stood at the booth doing nothing. Not &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; lah but I kind of pretended  to arrange the badges and bookmarks on the table. Then at one time I went away from the booth and left Saifuldin there alone and guess what? When I came back, the booth was crowded with these malay girls and they were giggling like little &lt;u&gt;smitten&lt;/u&gt; girls. I looked at Saiful and shook my head,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"WOW, what a charm you have. They MUST like you - HAHA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiful laughed and still stood there with those girls. I kept hinting him to &lt;strong&gt;FLIRT&lt;/strong&gt; but then he didn't want to. HURHURRR~ After all the hooha, we packed up and got ready to EAT!! So all that was left was Farhana, Hanis, Ameera, Saiful &amp; Myself. We all planned to eat at KFC near the market there so happily we walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiful and I walked in front and the other girls walked at the back. The others were talking about Farhana's outing last night with her 2E friends so I opened up a topic with Saiful instead. We chitchat about his raya outing last Tuesday with Zurikh and all. From there he continued to talk about his mum and his past relationships. It was fun talking to him ALONE and I bet Hanis was a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;teeny bit&lt;/span&gt; curious of what we were talking about. NYAHAAAA -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we reached KFC only to find that it wasn't opened yet so we did a roundabout and stopped over at 7-eleven. Saiful bought some chewy candies and I helped him pick out some. So sweet lah he until I cannot tahan. HEEHEE. We ate while we walked and still when we reached KFC, it wasn't opened yet so we all sat like beggars outside the door while eating Saiful's candy. After he finished his candy, Saiful pulled out his spray dye and showed it to me. He told me he tried spraying his hair a dozen times but there was no outcome to it. I tried spraying some onto his hair and true enough, it was still solid black. Farhana took the can away and started trying it out on the other girls' hair instead and yet, no outcome. It was a hilarious experience and a few passers-by came to see what mischief we were up to. They giggled when they saw what actually we were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOORAY&lt;/span&gt;! KFC opened at 11am and being its first customers, we skipped in and made lotsa noise. I sat sandwiched between Saiful and Ameera while Hanis and Farhana faced us. We shared our money and bought ourselves a Family Meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made silly &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uncensored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pervetic jokes&lt;/strong&gt; while munching on our chicken and poor Saiful kena tahan all our girl talk. HAHA, extremely disgusting! Farhana &lt;em&gt;tak baik sey&lt;/em&gt;, she embarrassed Saiful in front of all of us and to tell you, it was pretty embarrassing for me too. Only the four of us will know *&lt;em&gt;wink (;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we all went our seperate ways and we'd meet again at Park View tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-113160749377706017?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/113160749377706017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=113160749377706017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113160749377706017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113160749377706017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/11/empty-hearts-dead-giveaway.html' title='empty hearts - a dead giveaway'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-113121171068480861</id><published>2005-11-06T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T16:38:16.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>giving up - silverstein</title><content type='html'>GIVING UP -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;DANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruz got to meet &lt;strong&gt;TAUFIK BATISAH&lt;/strong&gt;! Got to shake his hand &lt;u&gt;TWICE&lt;/u&gt; some more. Nghh - WHY ALWAYS OTHER PEOPLE HAVE BETTER LUCK THAN ME?!?! Frustrated siaa. But nevermind, I shall sit here and WAIT -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saifuldin smsed late tonight to say that his mum couldn't let girls visit his house so I couldn't go to his house. So sad lah ): . He was sweet as he felt sorry for me too. DAMN WHY MUST HIS MOTHER BE SO SEXIST ! Tuesday's plans kena cancelled lah like this. Haiyooo so boring!! -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to get more than $300 this year. I've already collected $100+ ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-113121171068480861?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/113121171068480861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=113121171068480861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113121171068480861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113121171068480861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/11/giving-up-silverstein.html' title='giving up - silverstein'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-113115949464264006</id><published>2005-11-05T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T01:20:36.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mutton song - don&amp;drew</title><content type='html'>SMELLS LIKE MUTTON -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was super fun. My family and I went to Yishun to visit some relatives and I really enjoyed my time there!! Over there, I met Syed Azmir's biggest fan who was someone named Natasha and she showed me some of her photos taken with Azmir. I faked that I liked him too and we went ga-ga over the pics. There was one specific photo which had KHAIRUL ANUAR in it and that Natasha was soo mean to say that he was an extra and sang like a BAPOK. I wanted to STRANGLE HER!! But I didn't because she looked awfully pretty in her hotpink kebaya (: .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after drooling over the photos, I played with some babies in the house. So cute lah they all! i got interested in this little boy who looked like Cikgu Northasia's baby - &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MONYETT&lt;/span&gt;!! Haha. He innocently went to the kuih-muihs and guess what? He took &lt;u&gt;two&lt;/u&gt; different types of dried fruit and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;gripped&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it in his hands. He then looked at me and my brother and asks if we want want one by just holding out his hand. Of course we politely say NO and continue watching him. So after getting rejected, he PUT THE DAMN FRUITS BACK INTO the containers and TAKE TWO OTHER NEW FRUITS! Gosh, my brother and I laughed like hell when he did that. I showed my uncle Farhan and he laughed along with us. My dad wanted to kacau him so he gave that little boy an early green packet which YA, he took. But then I cracked up when he stared at the green packet and GAVE IT TO MY BROTHER INSTEAD!! HAHAHA. Babies are so cute lah ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After enjoying, headed back home since my German cousins wanted to visit. Welcomed them and left them in my room with my laptop then I went to make phonecalls to those who weren't sleeping yet ((: . Chitchat with Suhaylah for around 1hr then at 1am, phoned Faris for the first time. Heehee. I wanted to be a good girl. Smsed Haikal at the same time and begged him to accompany me go house-hopping with the others. So sweet lah he. BEST GUYFRIEND! My bill's gonna turn up high this month but HECK, it's &lt;strong&gt;RAYA TIME&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-113115949464264006?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/113115949464264006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=113115949464264006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113115949464264006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113115949464264006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/11/mutton-song-dondrew.html' title='mutton song - don&amp;drew'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-113103666049957832</id><published>2005-11-04T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T00:51:01.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead on arrival - fall out boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YAWNS -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soo fck tired right now but I still wanna blog about today, well &lt;em&gt;yesterday&lt;/em&gt; really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore my pearls and got ready to go to my granma's house. Before stepping out of the house, Mum insisted on taking a few snapshots. So flash here flash there the outcome : BLUERGHNYERGH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/1600/raya%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/320/raya%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my family and my granpa in white&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/320/raya%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well ya, he insisted so I took a shot to please him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/320/raya%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the boys of raya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/320/raya%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lastly, OUR family portrait&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shots we headed to granma's place while my uncle (&lt;em&gt;the one in &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) &amp; my granpa went to some other relative's house. I was walking towards the lift when SUDDENLY these two guys came walking out so sternly that gave me somesort of instinct that I know them. I stared at the first guy who was swooped past me thinking I saw him somewhere before and then I saw IT . Well, HIM actually. Ya lah, it was &lt;a href="http://flyinginabluedream.blogspot.com"&gt;Zulazfar&lt;/a&gt; and his 2nd brother. So sombong siaa, didn't even take a quick glance at me. His nose was like pointing to the sky and his eyes were looking straight ahead but I swore he knew I was standing there. Snobbish look - &lt;strong&gt;EEEEEEEeee&lt;/strong&gt;! I hate lah deyy. His parents came out from the lift after that and,as usual, my parents don't like snobbish people so they just smiled and walked into the lift. Eh so immature lah, CAN STOP IT?! Ngghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah I was bored after the visit to my granma's house since it was my dad's side and like they are all sooo much older than me. But still I like Kak Hannah, Nazhan and that mak cik who looks like me (: . At this one house, Amirah was there and like &lt;u&gt;FIRDAUS&lt;/u&gt; WAS THERE! Haha, so handsome lah he. I always look forward to meet him at that particular house 'cause I know he'd be there with his family ! He was quiet as usual but he talked to Han and like whenever I wanted to steal a glance from him, he'd look at me the exact same time and like HELL, all I could do was simply SMILE =D . Weird eh? Ok so skip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored to death and wasted plenty of smses on stupid lovable dude &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;ASYRUFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;SAIFULDIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (: . So fun lah and YAYYY I wanna go to dimple boy's house! And he wants to come to my house too! GAYNESS to the MAXIMUS! Happy lah ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm sleepy now and my used-to-be-crush-cousin is outside. Damn lah -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-113103666049957832?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/113103666049957832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=113103666049957832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113103666049957832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113103666049957832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/11/dead-on-arrival-fall-out-boy.html' title='dead on arrival - fall out boy'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-113095102609319205</id><published>2005-11-03T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T01:03:46.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>supernova girl - microbes</title><content type='html'>YOU MAKE MY HEART GO &lt;strong&gt;BOOM BOOM&lt;/strong&gt;! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap,  IT'S &lt;strong&gt;1ST SYAWAL&lt;/strong&gt;!! That only means ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA&lt;/span&gt; (officially) !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH &lt;u&gt;GAYNESS&lt;/u&gt; IT'S RAYA TIME! YYYAAAAAYYY. WTF I'm gonna gain soo much weight that I might not be able to fit my school uni next year. Heck, you think I care?! MUAAHAAHAAAAA - XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I watched 'Salam Lebaran' just now to see my favourite metrosexual lipsynch on stage. So cute lah he ((: . My Inbox was hell flooded with smses from people like Shadiq, Naqib,  SAIFULDIN (: , my stupid lovable percussionist cum famous-to-be(in his dreams) performer ASYRUFF! , Shaz, Ken, Tqah, HAIKAALLL CHEEE &amp; a whole bunch more.  So exciting lahh until my smile keep on getting wider by the minute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 11.30pm I watched a little of CSI but it was too full of gore for my idiotic brother to watch so I switched to some other channel. So then we watched some kid movie about outer space but it was uber fun! 'Zenon of the 21st Century', I think. Anyhooves that girl who played Alex Mack played in it together with this other cute guy who acted in Everwood. Puppydog love and a whole lot of immature romance took place but laadeedaaa I enjoyed it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my granpa and my handsome uncle are here in my house. My mum and dad fetched them from the bus station and now they're in my brother's room. My 17-year old uncle is fckng tall already lah and I'm sure his girlfriend is super pretty. My uncle is handsome, much more handsome then - let's say - Aaron Aziz? NYAHHAAAA like Duh-uh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel so traditional and fck tired right now but I still wanna blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother fell asleep outside while I was enjoying the childish kissing scene on teevee and when I got up to check on him, I saw this wet patch of saliva left on the NEW cushion cover. Alpha-disgusting. EWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm sleepy now. Can't wait to EAT tomorrow! WOOHOO-ness ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-113095102609319205?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/113095102609319205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=113095102609319205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113095102609319205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113095102609319205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/11/supernova-girl-microbes.html' title='supernova girl - microbes'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-113077596838842178</id><published>2005-11-01T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T00:26:08.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAUGHTER</title><content type='html'>ROFLMAO -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CRACKING UP LIKE A FRIGGIN MADMAN ALL BECAUSE OF CRAPP!&lt;br /&gt;GOD DAMMIT, VIEN IS EVIL.&lt;br /&gt;NOW I CANNOT SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-113077596838842178?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/113077596838842178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=113077596838842178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113077596838842178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113077596838842178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/11/laughter.html' title='LAUGHTER'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-113077318495190888</id><published>2005-10-31T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:39:45.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of a broken heart - luohan</title><content type='html'>DAUGHTER TO FATHERR -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2F videoshoot today was pure &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;! Despite the lameness of VIEN, Zul &amp; Andy, our scenes turned out okay lah. I called Mr Lee pink fat babat but in an innocent way in the video,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"When Mr Lee wears his pink tshirt, he looks like Patrick Star"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evil&lt;/strong&gt;? Nahh, not evil enough - XD . Zul looks friggin nerdy on the camera. But sexaayyy lah. Center parting guys are soo to die for !! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh come see our class photo that I editted. Stupid Calvin's face blurred. NGHH! So handsome then got blurred, AIYOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/1600/eespics%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/320/eespics%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh LOOK! I'm surprisingly &lt;strong&gt;TALL&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappy lah, I KNOW. Anyways Calvin really cracked me up with HIS version of the photo shown above. See lah, confirm you'd be ROFLOL. Just LOOK -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/320/edited_wc%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST FCKNG LOOK AT CALVIN'S FACE&lt;/strong&gt;. Retarded like hell BUT still &lt;em&gt;handsome&lt;/em&gt; (: . Work on it Calvin! I'll thank you a thousand more times later! WOOHOOOONESS !!!! Jup's face also cacat. Blurred. What to do, itchy butts don't know how to sit still. Haiyoooo -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shoot went to TM with the gang. Chose our wristbands then headed to Afghan to buy headscarfs. Soon after, went home with Tqah. Idiotic FOOL dared me to DRINK in front of a couple of malay oldies but hell, I wasn't stupid enough to go for the dare okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I GOTS A BRAIN SO DUNCH THINKS I ARE DUMB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God dammit, seriously I think I'm overrated. See lah Vien! YOU taught me how to be an ass just like how YOU are. Ok &lt;strong&gt;CUT &lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When's the bbq? Or outing? Chalet? Anything, please? We're waiting!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-113077318495190888?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/113077318495190888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=113077318495190888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113077318495190888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113077318495190888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/10/confessions-of-broken-heart-luohan.html' title='confessions of a broken heart - luohan'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-113060325273859981</id><published>2005-10-30T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T00:27:39.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breathing - yellowcard</title><content type='html'>SINKING LIKE A WEIGHT -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE, AS IF. Nyahahaaa. Acting only lahh. Can't fckng wait siaaa ! WOOH seniors uhh ! Yeaaa (: . This time can criticize our juniors to the maximum. But still, must let our senior seniors bully them first. HAHA. Confirm kental giler lahh deyy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU NAK KENTOT TAK BOLEH TAHAN. TOLONG JANGAN DIRI DEKAT DGN AKUUU !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stomachache. BOOH .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-113060325273859981?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/113060325273859981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=113060325273859981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113060325273859981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113060325273859981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/10/breathing-yellowcard.html' title='breathing - yellowcard'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-113055555889569578</id><published>2005-10-29T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T11:12:38.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile..you're dying - scarlet affair</title><content type='html'>EVERYTHING -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whoopiee !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result are just out and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I GOT INTO FRIGGIN PURE CLASS! FCKNHOORAYNESS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yaay yaay YAAAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasyidah and myself are going to the first class while Mas and the others got into 3E &amp; 3F . Raudha and Atiqah are in 3E1 while Mas is in 3E2. Faris and the 2E &amp;amp; 2D guys are in 3F. Also Asmida&amp;co. and my poor darling Shaz! How unlucky for her but nevermind, hopefully she can appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin, Vien and Eugene are in my class ! Woots! Handsome people lahh (: . But damn lah Keith in my class! Confirm he kena bully. You know Vien, his expertise is to bully. Spoil lah got nerds in my class. I want my 2Fians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two periods yesterday was damn heartwarming. After giving out the report books and awards, Mr Lee showed us the video he took of us when we were in Secondary One. It was hilarious at the same time tear-jerking. I couldn't cry as it was soo darn funny but the chinese girls all cried. When the video ended, Mr Lee had a meaningful speech for us and like DAMN - I really cried. I hid under the table to save the embarrassment of my tears but when I looked up, almost 3/4 of the girls were crying so I cried along with them. I kept hugging Shaz and Mas. I know I would miss them fck lots. Hopefully we'll be in the same malay class! So saddening lah. Seriously, very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all the hooha, I had to go for my ambassador thingy so I met up with the others in school then we took a taxi to Gongshang, fully paid for by Jason (: . We reached there and everything was already set up. Raihan and Saifuldin were there already. I smile whenever I see that cute, macho &amp; handsome Saiful lah. His smile is so winning :D . Anyways, we rehearsed our lines and blah blah blah. We went around persuading primary six students to visit our booth and join Springfield. I was actually lazy so all I did was look at the mask-painting, observe the opc people and their stuff and slack at the back of our booth. I was walking around and looking at our booth displays when something caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ARGH DAMN!! OMG, DAMMIT! EEEEEEWWWWW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Ya, I shouted in disgust. At the mask-painting display, pinned up at the board,  saw IT. IT was MY picture taken with MAS for the mask-painting exhibition thing! Goodness gracious! Hell, I freaked out siaa. Mr Lee saw me shrieking and sarcasticly he said, " &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Cute what. Later come out at yearbook become famous&lt;/span&gt;" . He gave me one of his evil smiles and I got fed up and walked back to the opc booth. Nghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five o'clock. Time for our presentation. Saiful's face was covered with chalk and he kept making it worse by smudging it with his fingers which WERE covered in chalk. Hahaha. I helped him wipe his cheek (: . &lt;em&gt;Lucky never puase if not tak tau maseh valid ke tak&lt;/em&gt;. HARHAR - XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our roleplay was okay lah. Gerek uh their school hall got aircon and two projectors for slides. Envious sia. After the tiring work, we wrapped things up and fck my tie got covered in acrylic. Haiyooo. I scraped the excess paint and put dots onto Saiful and Ameera's cheeks. Saiful got three dots of pink while Ameera got one stroke of grey. Heh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a taxi home with Gera, Farna and Ameera. Saw Faris at the other side of the road. We shouted like hell but he didn't hear us, I think. Nevermind lah. Reached home at 6.30pm. Damn tired. Couldn't get up. Slept after maghrib all the way until 10pm. Then slept again at 11pm and now, only just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Fian for life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-113055555889569578?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/113055555889569578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=113055555889569578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113055555889569578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113055555889569578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/10/smileyoure-dying-scarlet-affair.html' title='smile..you&apos;re dying - scarlet affair'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-113025118436129133</id><published>2005-10-25T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T22:39:44.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty little secret - aar</title><content type='html'>WHO HAS TO KNOW -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid fool Shahril met Khairul &amp; Fauziee at bazaar Geylang just now. Being the irritating him, he PURPOSELY rubbed it in my face. CURSE YOU LAHH! Why do other people always get MY wish granted? Fed up siaa. I wait long long then still no hope. AIYOOO -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I shall not make myself anymore frustrated. PFFT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so now these stupid ignoramous juniors of mine are creating trouble. Annoying fcks lah they all. No respect for seniors eh mofo?! &lt;em&gt;Malas nak layan lagi uhh&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Whateverrr&lt;/strong&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suffer everyday, looking at them go. I should have been one of them but somehow I've been outcasted. No matter how wide I smile, I know that truly, deeply, I'm hurt and betrayed. How much longer do I need to hide? Cannot stand the pain lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Often I cry at night but I know I'm not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin said &lt;strong&gt;HELLO&lt;/strong&gt; to me just now and I'm so satisfied that FOR ONCE, he mouthed something to me (: . Happy lah deyy, the second most handsome chinese boy in our class ! Yummyness uhhhh ~ . Wanna play DAM with him again tomorrow. He's such an eyecandy (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-113025118436129133?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/113025118436129133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=113025118436129133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113025118436129133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113025118436129133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/10/dirty-little-secret-aar.html' title='dirty little secret - aar'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-113015078691136684</id><published>2005-10-24T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T17:46:52.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no daddy - teairra mari</title><content type='html'>KICKASS GIRLS -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate stupid juniors who act like they RULE. Seriously, I do. They don't even REALIZE the hell they put us through and expect all of us to be nice and &lt;em&gt;manjakan&lt;/em&gt; these little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EH PLEASE LAHHH -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have time for all this nice stuff. You gave us hell, we give YOU hell. As simple as that, easy right? &lt;em&gt;Dah lah tak minta maaf betul2 beh nak stepping&lt;/em&gt;. ENOUGH LAH DEYY !&lt;em&gt; Dah baik aku tak sentuh kau&lt;/em&gt;. Consider yourself lucky eh, BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, we admit that we gossip about her but not all the time right! We don't have time for sluts like her lah. &lt;em&gt;Tak payah nak maki2 lah siaa. Tak happy carik kite ah, jgn maki hamun blakang2.&lt;/em&gt; We have back-up so HAHA. I despise girls behaving like this. Besides, she ain't a girl that all the guys want right? I'm not the only one who loathes her, there are much worse cases. Trust me, I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got ticked off after I added a testimonial for her. This is her response :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eh... u guyz shld b da 1 to zip up k!in ma life , I swear I hv NEVER gossip bout u guyz...I noe u guyz tlk bout wat hapen 2 mie bhind ma backs....my fren told me laaa....she tld mie tt suhailah wuz da 1 who tlk bout mie orite...I noe u try 2 b nice 2 mie...I try 2 b nice 2 u oso...but wen I smile at ur frenz..they smile bck at me wif disgust...I lost ma mood 2 smile wif u guyz....sometimez I look at u..about 2 say hi, itz like I'm totaly invisible...n step 'raget' lak!!...step 'macho'...tkyah bandingkan 1 of mie n da rest of u laa......pastu 'kickass' lak!...FiNe!! if u kol me PROVOKING you!!!....at least I didn't call you a BITCH...now u R one....I TRY to smile at ur frenz...but instead u guyz juz 'give-face'...Mar...THIS wuz NEVER bout YOU...Itz bout why my life is such a F*CKIN HELL!!!n da ppl who made it tt way...[*]juz 4get bout it...4get bout tis fcukin msg n ma fcukin life n if u so call da FUCKIN ME!!![*]ADIOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOTE : I never called her a Fcking Anak Wahab. HAHA - so she admits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm the bitch? Hmm. Ya sure, I surrender. I MADE YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL !! Hur hur (: . Only because you made mine that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok CUT - too much bitching (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for higher malay today. Didn't regret going though. Cikgu let us watch this heartwarming movie entitled, "QAISY &amp; LAILA" . Really touched my heart. We all stayed on until the whole show ended which was around 5.15pm. The character QAISY is a good-looking arab guy whose family was perished in the war leaving only him and his cute little sister named NurJana. They lived in Afghanistan and they were really poor. The plot was kind of a war kind of thingy but an okay-okay one lah. Not 100% war fighting. So then there was this volunteer from Kuala Lumpur named Siti NurLaila who came to help the war victims together with her "sister", Dr Suria. Because Qaisy could speak Arab, English &amp;amp; Malay, he became Laila's translator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after three months of Laila's attachment, Qaisy fell for Laila. His heart kept whispering her name,"Laila, you are truly full of beauty. But could I possibly play with fire?". Read between the lines guys, totally romantic! In the end, they went their seperate ways. But when Laila reached back to her homeland, she'd cry sleepless night, thinking of Qaisy and Afghan. On the other hand, Qaisy will always miss Laila. And as he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I MISS YOU LAILA. I SERIOUSLY MISS YOU".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the very drama-mama lah. I LIKE! Of course I was aided by the english subtitles. I wouldn't even get through HALF the story without english subtitles OI!! I'd die listening to all the MALAIREN language. Nyaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well overall, I almost cried at the end but nahh. Won't know if my puasa still valid anot. HURR HURR~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoyo, tomorrow got the stupid Maths competition thing. Lazy uhh! Can I escape by selling ice cream at the esplanade with my darling idiotic bestguyfriend? Woooh. I will somehow buy him that sky blue baju kurung he asked for. BUT WITH TONNES OF MANIKK!! HAHAHAHA (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-113015078691136684?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/113015078691136684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=113015078691136684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113015078691136684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/113015078691136684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-daddy-teairra-mari.html' title='no daddy - teairra mari'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112996942979369061</id><published>2005-10-22T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T16:23:50.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if it's lovin' that you want - rihanna</title><content type='html'>MAKE ME YOUR GIRL -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few more days of suffering then - NO MORE SCHOOL! I got a rough idea of my overall marks and, yeah yeah, 8/10 distinctions ! I got 2 Bs for my D&amp;T and HMT. Nevermind lah, as long as I got A1's for my MATHS &amp;amp; SCIENCE !! Hurrr (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came over a blog post on one of my junior's blog that made me laugh wickedly. Haha. I'm from bloody SPRINGFIELD lahh not from SPRING-KANG ! Hurr XD . And f.y.i, WE AREN'T BOYS ! Gagagagagaga X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112996942979369061?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112996942979369061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112996942979369061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112996942979369061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112996942979369061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-its-lovin-that-you-want-rihanna.html' title='if it&apos;s lovin&apos; that you want - rihanna'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112973016706207276</id><published>2005-10-19T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:56:07.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boys - britney spears</title><content type='html'>GET NASTY -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering from exhaustion and total dehydration. Well, not really lah. Just another way to say that today was TIRING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the whole secondary two level had our PET ROCKET activity today and we were really looking forward to it although we knew we were going to be exposed to the heat and sunlight. We had to assemble and decorate our rockets on our own with guidance from the master trainers. My group designed and customized our rockets with tape and permanent marker provided by Tqah and &lt;em&gt;MODESTLY&lt;/em&gt;, I should say, our rocket turned out &lt;strong&gt;FANTABULOUS&lt;/strong&gt;! Heehee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to launch our rockets at the field, Tqah and I were pumped up and ready for take off ! So much energy in us, anxiety and excitement kept within (: . Once it was our turn, Tqah did the pumping and I chose to launch it so when i released the trigger, it rained on me for awhile, leaving 3/4 of my uniform wet. I returned to base all wet but I felt my heart jump so fast inside ! HOUSTON, OUR ROCKET HAS LIFT OFF !! Huahuahua (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then after blasting off, we headed back to class and got ready for our next lesson. While packing my stuff, Ms Ong came in our class surprisingly and asked for the owner of two masks. She knew one of it was mine but she just gave me her sarcastic and devilish smile and asked me and the owner of the other mask to meet her outside. The other mask happened to belong to dearest MAS! Haha. We skipped malay lesson as this little Ms Ong told us that our mask had been chosen for some sort of exhibition somewhere and she wanted to take a photo of us showing our masks to be put in the school yearbook. As soon as we heard the "BAD" news, we laughed out loud and jumped in a circle. Haha (: . Not the happy kind of jump but the "oh-no-not-OUR-faces-in-the-yearbook!" kind of expression. Weird, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ong directed us to take a photoshoot outside 2D with our masks to be published and to lighten up the mood, she told us that we were "models for a day" . YAHRIGHTT. It was a funny experience but on the other hand, enjoyable lahh. Seriously I think that Ms Ong is exactly like my favourite aunt (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOUSTON, CONCLUSION FOR TODAY = PURE FUN ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112973016706207276?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112973016706207276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112973016706207276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112973016706207276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112973016706207276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/10/boys-britney-spears.html' title='boys - britney spears'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112955867216776800</id><published>2005-10-17T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T22:17:52.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>helena - mcr</title><content type='html'>SO LOONG -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH ! We'll be getting back all of our results tomorrow and I'm very suspicious of my Malay marks because Cikgu Fatimah told me that there was something wrong with my paper. WHY? Did I fail? Noo! How can I fail Malay?! NOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay CHILL .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Councillors will be involved in Grad 'DAY' tomorrow morning so we have to skip class. Meaning we don't get to check our papers! Bloody KNN . HAIYAAA -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me the best of luck people ! Much love (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, now I'm scared + anxious. OH WELL -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112955867216776800?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112955867216776800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112955867216776800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112955867216776800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112955867216776800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/10/helena-mcr.html' title='helena - mcr'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112947584605540305</id><published>2005-10-16T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T23:17:26.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ghost of you - mcr</title><content type='html'>NEVER COMING HOME -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been updating for lightyears thanks to MID-YEARS and guess what? I GOT A FCKING A1 FOR MY MATHS OVERALL MARK !! I can see all the &lt;em&gt;corpses&lt;/em&gt; jumping with joy for me (: . Praying so hard to get into PURE class !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ramadhan is here which means - HARI RAYA IS COMING ! Loving the spirit of raya-ness ! I got myself 3 new raya clothes but no jewelery yet. Shoes? Hmm, probably will be wearing &lt;strong&gt;high-cuts&lt;/strong&gt; . Haha, I know - WEIRD but lalala, I've never worn girly slippers or&lt;em&gt; whatchamacallits&lt;/em&gt; before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO SUE ME .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dying to meet Khairul Anuar in person. People say he's skin is flawless and definitely more handsome than on teevee. IMAGINE HOW PRETTY HE CAN REALLY BE ! Damn, metrosexuals turn me on -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have science course tomorrow which can bore anyone and everyone to death. 7 hours of lecture lah oii, you want to try? But nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ASSYYYYY-RUFF !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll hunt for you tomorrow, don't hide from me you pytom you !! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;By the way I would like to wish dearest FARAHIN a very happy belated 14th birthday! YAY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112947584605540305?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112947584605540305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112947584605540305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112947584605540305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112947584605540305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/10/ghost-of-you-mcr.html' title='ghost of you - mcr'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112876113917516608</id><published>2005-10-08T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T18:11:57.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>berhenti berharap - sheila on 7</title><content type='html'>AKU PULANG -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH - so I heard they had much more fun than I did . &lt;strong&gt;SO WHAT'S THERE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT ?&lt;/strong&gt; Aiyoyo. I assure you, you all wouldn't want to follow us to Esplanade. We went there just to study and take pictures not like you all - walk around TM, watch tv at Tqah's house etc. I know lahh more fun right with them? &lt;strong&gt;SO DON'T COME TO ME RANTING ABOUT HOW LONELY YOU ARE LAHH DEYY&lt;/strong&gt;. I have my own life and you have yours. We don't always have to spend time with each other like every minute, every second !! &lt;strong&gt;FED UP SIAAA&lt;/strong&gt;. Everything I do is wrong . Hang out with my GIRLfriends also cannot. &lt;strong&gt;THIS IS EXACTLY THE REASON WHY I HAD A NUMBER THREEE OKAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOD, WHY MUST LIFE BE SOOO UNFAIR?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now I know what truly happened. IT'S NOT OUR FCKING FAULT LAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! &lt;em&gt;Step je tanye kite maner nak pergi padahal dah ader plan&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;KNN FCK LAHH&lt;/strong&gt;. Make me feel so guilty until I couldn't enjoy. ERGHHH !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel I don't belong to the inner circle. I don't think they know how it feels to see your bestfriend betray you just like that. To see your bestfriend walk away with your other close friend. It's like a silent war thing except only I know that it's happening. I am crying .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SALAHKAN AKU . BILA AKU BUKANLAH SEPERTI AKU YANG DAHULU .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't resort to suicide since I know it is against the Islamic law. So I shall just keep it all inside. There's just no shoulder for me to cry on. The memories refuse to fade away. I can't take it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DOES IT ALWAYS HAPPEN AT THE END OF THE YEAR?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112876113917516608?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112876113917516608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112876113917516608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112876113917516608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112876113917516608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/10/berhenti-berharap-sheila-on-7.html' title='berhenti berharap - sheila on 7'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112860675617176170</id><published>2005-10-06T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T21:52:36.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>separuh nafasku - dewa 19</title><content type='html'>BOO! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL WEIRDNESS SIA TODAY. NO OTHER WORDS TO DESCRIBE TODAY. JUST SO UTTERLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WEIRRDDD .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak, why never give me your cute smile? Missed the smile ): .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112860675617176170?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112860675617176170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112860675617176170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112860675617176170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112860675617176170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/10/separuh-nafasku-dewa-19.html' title='separuh nafasku - dewa 19'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112825060698115562</id><published>2005-10-02T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T18:56:46.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead white (butterflies) - fuzzbox</title><content type='html'>COUNTDOWN -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days to FINAL-YEAR EXAMS! Damn I'm not well prepared yet. Have recently received my Algebra Test results and &lt;strong&gt;OH BOY&lt;/strong&gt;- I &lt;u&gt;failed&lt;/u&gt; real badly, not as I expected. Stupid test made me lose confidence in my studies. But still, I must work hard to do well this year. I WANT MY MP3 !!! Yeah, that's the main reason why (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many days have passed. Having missed out on blogging about the Anugerah finals, I shall now say this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" OH MY GOSH! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KHAIRUL ANUAR&lt;/span&gt;, THE JUARA! YESSA!! OH THE CUTENESS IN HIM ((: "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally loving this picture of him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/1600/smlanu%200481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/320/smlanu%200481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you look at those lovely pearly white teeth! GOSH, this guy sure is one heck of a metrosexual (: . I'M LOVING IT !! Hubba hubba - XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. So enough of getting all &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smitten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by this guy's looks. But heck, I can't help it ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be doing my maths homework now. But nahh, not in the mood - YET . So I'd rather update on what has been going on recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, paid Alfi a visit at KK hospital. He just finished surgery and as good friends, the four of us girls plus one boy went to visit him. My girls and I went to Bugis to eat first while waiting for the guy to finish his friday prayers so it was lunch at McDonalds'. When all of us were ready, we took the shuttle bus to KK. In the bus, some unknown number called my phone but he hung up after only 2 seconds. I dialled the number to know who it was and surprise, surprise, the voice on the other side sounded awfully familiar. Then I thought, Fahmy? No, I don't think so. He's become extra sombong already. Ok whateverrr. Then I thought again, HAIKAL CHEE? Hmm.. Nope. He won't ask me to ask Hanis who he was. So then I thought for the last time, must be Naqib. Turned out the last guess was right. Nyaha. Gotcha, slinky boy. Whoops, couldn't sms him much since si KEKEK snickered so many times. I am a good friend so I stopped smsing him. YEAH RIGGHHHTT ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snap, snap, snap. Took neoprints. They all turned out hideous but nevermind. My wallet money wasted on crappy pictures. &lt;em&gt;Gelak sia ngok muke satu2. Mcm nak kene tampah jer esp. si BEBEK tuu &lt;/em&gt;- XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be updating any sooner since exams are near. Update whenever I'm free!! Toodleloo (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112825060698115562?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112825060698115562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112825060698115562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112825060698115562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112825060698115562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/10/dead-white-butterflies-fuzzbox.html' title='dead white (butterflies) - fuzzbox'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112791651394848546</id><published>2005-09-28T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:08:34.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reinventing your exit - underoath</title><content type='html'>OUT -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got injured by a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bastard&lt;/span&gt; file . I have always hated D&amp;amp;T. Funny eh, &lt;a href="http://www.thinkingofyou--.blogspot.com"&gt;Vien&lt;/a&gt;? Shit you - GRR .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay time was hilarious to the core. Stupid Zul kept making me crack up because of his laughter at irrelevent times while Cikgu Fatimah was scolding the others. Imran was trying so hard to be a slapstick comedian at the back. No one noticed his crappiness except for Zul and I. The benefits of sitting way back! Haha. Akmal kept making nonsensical comments and poor Tqah always got picked on by Cikgu. Somehow I feel like we are all finally bonding just like last year. How wonderful (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu brought us to the AVA room since the Masjid Ghufran people had already arrived so we didn't quite study today. Sat with Zul because he insisted we should sit with our partner. Fun sia sit with the boys. Seriously, FUN ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, quickly headed to AVA room again for our Kerja Amal thingy. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ustaz Zulfadli&lt;/strong&gt; muke lain siaa&lt;/em&gt;. He looks a little like &lt;strong&gt;Cousin Bob&lt;/strong&gt; -_-' . Weird, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left early after getting to know our day to come. Forgot my mask and went for HMT class. Turns out Cikgu Nurmi was absent and about only 7 out of the whole class attended. Buang mase orang je siaa . But nevermind, Khairunisa was there. So did papers and blah blah blah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Released 15 minutes earlier than usual time. Proceeded back to Springfield to retrieve my bloody mask from whoever. Only Mas and the others were in the canteen. &lt;strong&gt;BEBEK&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;peh Suhaylah gi pass mask pat Raudha semue&lt;/em&gt;. In the end, went back empty-handed. Fed up &lt;em&gt;giler babi sia&lt;/em&gt; that time. Haiz .. Nevermind, I let them off this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel disturbed and astray. Being lured into something I am unaware of . What will become of me now ? I wish I knew myself more. Only he can make me smile as wide as I can :D -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/1600/smlranu%200481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/320/smlranu%200481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pinchable cheeks&lt;/span&gt; ! GOD, save me from his &lt;u&gt;winning smile&lt;/u&gt; !! HAHAHA (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112791651394848546?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112791651394848546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112791651394848546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112791651394848546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112791651394848546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/09/reinventing-your-exit-underoath.html' title='reinventing your exit - underoath'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112749035365330646</id><published>2005-09-23T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T23:45:55.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jump - the faders</title><content type='html'>DOLLIE -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from my cousin's wedding. It was quite fun, I should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CONGRATS TO KAKAK YANI !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was dressed up in a pretty white dress with fake curls and layers of makeup on . Her husband is a German guy. Veh pretty lah - REALLY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chitchat with my lost long uncle and my cousin who is working at a club as a singer. Talked about drugs and smoking sort of like a discussion. While the adults were talking, my cousin Zadi and I talked about esctacy and what he wild things he did in the club. Interesting and very informative for my upcoming essay. Thank you dearest Abang Zadi !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 9.50pm, while I was talking to Abang &lt;strong&gt;Zadi&lt;/strong&gt;, I saw a familiar guy in Springfield uniform pass by the place. I stood up immediately and wanted to run to him but then I saw that he was with this GIRL. I then tried to voice out his name in an audible way but nothing came out. But what ran frantically across my mind was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"KEN !! KEN !! WHOIII KENNY !!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious right?! HAHA . My eyes were fixed on them both as I mumbled some stuff to my brother. Soon after, I smsed him then he gave me a call. Scared him a bit siaa . Damn funny. HAHAHAHA (: . Lied to him, saying that I was under the blok with my cousin when he passed by. But I think he knew I was at the wedding. NYAHA ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being all in smoke, we went home . Actually I saw many Springfielders at night today for example - &lt;strong&gt;KEN&lt;/strong&gt; , Amira 1b , Desmond 1d , two upper sec malay guys and lastly &lt;strong&gt;AZHAR&lt;/strong&gt; . Overall, it was a fun and crazy day for me. Perhaps being crazy and insane keeps me less stressed and well, HIGH. Should've taken one stick without permission. Curiosity killed the cat but I am not a cat HO HUMM (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112749035365330646?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112749035365330646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112749035365330646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112749035365330646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112749035365330646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/09/jump-faders.html' title='jump - the faders'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112739765200071050</id><published>2005-09-22T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T22:00:54.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's hot - T.O.K</title><content type='html'>BANGLA -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel rejected. Sort of like left out, all on my own, with no one to turn to. I realize that I don't belong to this community. I should have gone to Pasir Ris Secondary - REALLY .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends tend to misjudge me for who I really am. They take advantage of me and sometimes, they just say the wrong things that make me take them to heart. For almost two whole years now, they still haven't fully known me from the inside. All they know is that crappy, insane and heckless girl who thinks her life is a joke. Perhaps behind my back, they think of me as a snobbish show-off who is boy-crazy and never takes life seriously. Just because I tease and make fun of each other doesn't mean I don't have a heart okay. It's just that I'm trying my best not to show my most inner emotions in public. I am trying my best to be self-contained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have always shown my sarcastic side, my sarcasm is only to a certain extent which does not hurt other people's feelings too much. Aside to this, I come to my senses as to believe whether they have decided to take revenge on me and easily let me taste my own medicine. If it is true then I cannot blame them since one of my infamous mottos is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REVENGE IS THE SIMPLEST SOLUTION&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for that, I cannot blame them. But seriously, a friend should not betray another right in her face. Think of all she/he has done for you at times when you were in need of help, joy or just needed company. Best friends do not keep secrets from each other. One of the biggest blunders in friendship is when he/she finds out that you are keeping a deep dark secret about her. If it is about a boy she likes, you shouldn't have even mentioned about it in his/her presence. Don't ever give her/him bits and pieces of your secrets if were never meant to find out about it. If she/he asks to elaborate on what you have just said, &lt;strong&gt;DON'T EVER TELL A LIE&lt;/strong&gt; or smirk at her guesses and leave her/his to figure out for herself/himself. It is just simply &lt;u&gt;DISGUSTING&lt;/u&gt;. You would be breaking many rules of friendship and that is a big no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your friend were to find out about some horrible gossips about you that you weren't meant to tell you but instead she is willingly eager to share it with you even if it means risking her social life, you may be considered very lucky to have such a friend. It purely means that this particular friend cares very much about you and trusts you not to spread it around or cause any harm to the source of gossip. She/he is just wanting for you to be careful when passing by these ugly gossipers. Wouldn't it be wonderful to have such informative friends? Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what has happened to me today, I feel that it is useless to fight over this matter. Although I now know that they cannot be considered as my true friends, I will still treat them the same way but there will be less communication since I don't want my heart to get broken by them again. I am very reliant on my friends but sadly, these kind of friends just don't understand me enough. Sadly, I feel that my spirits have dampened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tearing my heart into confetti, I would like to say "&lt;strong&gt;WHATEVER LAAH DEYY&lt;/strong&gt;" to these following people :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-roshadiay&lt;br /&gt;-dahu0ar&lt;br /&gt;-hsaylhua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you not be stressful anymore and NOT suffer being my goodworthy friend any longer.&lt;br /&gt;SOBNESS -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112739765200071050?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112739765200071050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112739765200071050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112739765200071050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112739765200071050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/09/shes-hot-tok.html' title='she&apos;s hot - T.O.K'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112714077426752968</id><published>2005-09-19T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T22:39:34.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we be burnin' - sean paul</title><content type='html'>YESSA! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Shaz, I got to watch my favourite contestants of Anugerah 2005 in time. You saved my life, dear NADENG (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#o5 : Syed Azmir&lt;/strong&gt; (Taufik clone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/1600/azmir(.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/320/azmir%28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#o6 : FAUZIEE&lt;/strong&gt; (the cute badboy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/1600/fauzieeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/320/fauzieeee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#o7 : Khairul Anuar&lt;/strong&gt; (KEPLI lookalike)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/1600/keplinyaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/320/keplinyaha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smitten by all those pretty boys. OH! And also not forgetting my MOST FAVOURITE one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHIKO (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/1600/chiko.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/320/chiko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their smiles made my day today. Dang - they sure are a bunch of PRETTY BOYS ! YUMM (: . Faiz embarrassed himself just now. He accidentally chatted with me instead of his other friend. WRONG CONVO ! Nyahaha !! Damn paisey lah he after that. GOOD FOR YOU SWEETIE - XD .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so GLAD that Irwan is no longer in the competition. HUAHUAHUA. Curse you Kumar lah siaa. Anyhow comment about Khairul's voice in public ! Look at yourself lah. YOU ARE THE GAY ONE. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DAH LAH, TAK BAIK SEY KORANG !" : quote of the day ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112714077426752968?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112714077426752968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112714077426752968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112714077426752968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112714077426752968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-be-burnin-sean-paul.html' title='we be burnin&apos; - sean paul'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112705508765127634</id><published>2005-09-18T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:51:27.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody romance - senses fail</title><content type='html'>FREAKY FRIDAY -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad Michael Murray is HOT . I wanna make out with him someday. Sweet (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick &amp;amp; so are both of you. Coincidence? Hmm. I wish for a bloody kiss from Chad. So that I'll get better in a quickie. Chad, you're as hot as my Jonsson (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows all the secrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112705508765127634?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112705508765127634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112705508765127634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112705508765127634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112705508765127634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/09/bloody-romance-senses-fail.html' title='bloody romance - senses fail'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112688426223910818</id><published>2005-09-16T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T23:24:22.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gako the frog - guides unit (:</title><content type='html'>PIOONG -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liyana told Faris that &lt;u&gt;the world is coming to an end&lt;/u&gt;. One of the Imam-s have come down to Earth, according to her Ustaz lah. I'm not really sure of it so I will just have to wait for my ugama class which is 2 days from today. I am afraid - well, who &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;isn't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my BeeBee pills just now and was feeling high for awhile. Orange can be quite cheerful at times. Hooray? I wrote some stuff in my TU! journal about smoking. Intriguing really .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so sleepy. I want to get rid of those eyebags. And from now onwards, I will try my best not to swear since it is believed that the world is coming to an end soon. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bertaubat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - as they say. Yadaaaa -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112688426223910818?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112688426223910818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112688426223910818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112688426223910818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112688426223910818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/09/gako-frog-guides-unit.html' title='gako the frog - guides unit (:'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112679747639440469</id><published>2005-09-15T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T23:17:56.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shotgun serenade - juliana theory</title><content type='html'>SMILE -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have eyebags - SO WHAT ?! Dammit, just because i stared at you for so long, hoping for you to SHOO away, you don't have to make a friggin comment about my gross eyebags right! Immatured boys - &lt;em&gt;haiz&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had coaching today at the TU! centre. It actually started at 4pm so from 3 to 3.30pm, we went round TM, planning the necessities for our senior year next year. Went to see &lt;u&gt;CHICCO&lt;/u&gt; at the top floor. HAHA . His picture in the poster, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO CUTE SIAAAA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us acted like smittened girls in front of that big poster while Rasy started to count the total number of contestant's picture in it. We humiliated ourselves in public but luckily there wasn't any cool dudes there to run away from (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unintentionally met Fahmy and his friends there. Chit chat awhile then went to meet Shaqirah at McDonald's. TU! coaching time ! HOORAY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was total fun, i should say. The centre is beautiful and so cosy. Eric, Jaime and Dy was there. Missed their laughter ! Gathered to have a small girl talk within our group then this Brendon guy came and interuppted us. He's damn adorable and he's already 12 years old. So cute (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss TU! people and the centre ! Wish to go there when I have any free time. LOVE SPREAD TO ALL THOSE COACHERS AND COACHEES! You guys are &lt;strong&gt;THE BEST&lt;/strong&gt; ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112679747639440469?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112679747639440469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112679747639440469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112679747639440469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112679747639440469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/09/shotgun-serenade-juliana-theory.html' title='shotgun serenade - juliana theory'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112670828858748908</id><published>2005-09-14T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:31:28.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be my escape - relient k</title><content type='html'>WOOH -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDSTER &lt;em&gt;DAH MAJU&lt;/em&gt; SIAAAA ! &lt;strong&gt;FEEWIIT&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha . Just needed to write that . And HOORAY for us ! THERE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; GONNA BE GRAD NIGHT THIS YEAR ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye love .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112670828858748908?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112670828858748908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112670828858748908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112670828858748908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112670828858748908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/09/be-my-escape-relient-k.html' title='be my escape - relient k'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112662062195082138</id><published>2005-09-13T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T23:54:28.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will i stay or will i go ? - dreamz fm</title><content type='html'>// EDIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have been nicknamed here, I would like to say that rather than embarrassing you, I prefer giving you alias names so that - well - it will save your social life. I'm sure you wouldn't want the whole world to know who you really are, right? It's good enough I call you a female dog instead of a PIG . How lucky for you. Next time don't spread the word around okay? It's no fun that way because they get to know it from a SECONDARY source. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is not worth getting sued for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COACH -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick today but still made an effort to attend school for the sake of the class photos. If I had known the deadline for the payment was tomorrow instead of today, I would've cut school. Oh well, just my luck .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2E is a selfish class. When Rasy and me went over to their class to get a pair of tables &amp;amp; chairs, they denied having extras when clearly, I saw there were a couple at the back. I came back after recess though, and finally got a table for myself and Rasy - YAY .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned to go home straight after school just now but because of Rau's hungry stomach, we decided to eat at Mcdonald's first. Happened to 'meet' &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; there and there I went, "CHEYY. So the &lt;em&gt;minah tudung-s&lt;/em&gt; are all HER friends!", followed by that bitchy imitated expression that I'm totally good at -HAH ((: . After that we headed for CS where Rasy wanted to see her Yellow bag. Saw Suzie and Nadiah on the way inside (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going round CS, continued walking to TM where we met loads of people -RAHH !! At the escalator going up towards XCRAFT, I was stunned by this amazing charm that paralyzed me from above. HUAHUAHUA. Alah, it's that sombong FAIZ lah. Saw him with Rui Fen and his BDSS friends. I smiled so wide siaa :D . While I was smiling non-stop at Faiz, Rasy and Rau were disturbed by these two guys in sleek clothing. Then I heard someone shout my name,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"MARLINA!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned round, looking akwardly at those two guys who were - at that time - looking down, trying to hide their faces. They failed to hide as Rasyido's smile was to winning and recognizable. HAHA . Too bad guys ! Rasyid ! I miss you truckloads siaa . Lucky you remember my name (: .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So looked at more bags and stripes. Saw Zurikh alone going for a drink downstairs. Then after that, we all went home. Quite early, I should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;u&gt;HMT PAPER 2 TOMORROW!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DIE DIE DIIEEE!!!! X(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112662062195082138?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112662062195082138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112662062195082138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112662062195082138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112662062195082138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/09/will-i-stay-or-will-i-go-dreamz-fm.html' title='will i stay or will i go ? - dreamz fm'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112653492886497998</id><published>2005-09-12T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T22:22:08.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>melody flow - DAZE</title><content type='html'>SNIFF -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back from camp yesterday. MEGAMIX was okay lah. Not that boring, neither that fun. Although it was interesting to see different teenagers there with different personalities from different schools. Fascinating, really. Like this Yusoffian guy who looks close to FARIS AMIN except from far away, he looks like ZULAZFAR . Creepy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chua Chu Kang students were okay. I was so totally engrossed staring at the beauty of Hanisa that I think her friend, Shakila (Lala), noticed and she just happily smiled at me really wide (: . I kept relating Hanisa with Raudha since they have almost the same features except Hanisa was much more of the full package. More beautiful, in fact. I'm so in love with her beauty! Chua Chu Kang students were fun and friendly, I should say. However, the Yusoffians were the ones I couldn't stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one girl from Group 6 who was trendy and fashionable even for camp. She wore red &amp;amp; black sex bands which I loved and OH - those loverly Converse highcuts. Her eyeliners were very thick and well, her clothings were all-black. I wanted to make friends with her but I changed my mind when she gave me an unfriendly smile. At night, her other friends decided to FLIRT with FARIS AMIN and his fellow friend. Quite unsightly for me who was lying on the grass with my hand outstretched, smsing Ken at 1am. What did you expect I'd do for 30mins while waiting for lights-out? HAHA . That's right. Lights-out was at 1.30am. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am today. A sick little girl who happily skipped school. Thank you for making me sick dear pillow-sharer ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112653492886497998?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112653492886497998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112653492886497998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112653492886497998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112653492886497998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/09/melody-flow-daze.html' title='melody flow - DAZE'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112619247994804939</id><published>2005-09-08T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T14:42:06.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blood red summer - coheed &amp; cambria</title><content type='html'>STRIPES -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned to wake up early today and watch some StarWorld but turned out, I woke up just before noon. Oh - the disadvantage of holidays. Tsk tsk (: . Didn't get even an inch close to my laptop. Ordered some pizza for lunch since Mum was lazy to cook. One o'clock and the pizza came followed by the computer-man, my uncle. He came with this &lt;strong&gt;MOTHERBOARD&lt;/strong&gt; that I kept chuckling at each time he said the word. Who in the world invented it? Why did he hate it so much as to call it a &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MOTHER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;board? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOTHERFCKER = MOTHERBOARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just lame funny .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/1600/failtohumor.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1001/545/320/failtohumor.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;failed to humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, my aunt came and so I went down all dressed and ready to head out of boring old Tampines. Fuck those Banglas who washed the stairs at my house. They got my HIGHCUTS FRIGGIN WET ! Grr . Sorry Raudha but I have to curse them for the sake of my new shoes - XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was Arab Street and Bugis. Not much there lah. Looked at more stripes and aunt wanted to treat me to one shirt but I refused since I am a good niece (: . Gonna go back there and buy that loverly MYUK bag and maybe that Billabong wallet too . &lt;em&gt;Tak fair ah si Atiqah dah dapat&lt;/em&gt; ! Grr .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates make me lose control so I spent a sum on Sweet Secret's heavenly goodness (: . I haven't bathed since I got home because I am friggin scared about my exams . So help me ALLAH !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112619247994804939?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112619247994804939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112619247994804939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112619247994804939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112619247994804939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/09/blood-red-summer-coheed-cambria.html' title='blood red summer - coheed &amp; cambria'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112610845457456072</id><published>2005-09-07T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T23:54:14.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your star - all-american rejects</title><content type='html'>SUNDIAL -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths Trail at the Botanical Gardens was pretended fun for me. The whole morning in the Gardens was FAKE. I was the only Malay girl from my class but lucky for UPEK, I felt a little comfortable. Thank yoooo UPEK. &lt;em&gt;Aku&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;tak&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;sayang kau banyak-banyak&lt;/em&gt; ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken acting snobbish during the whole thing. Never said HI! or even smile at me. Each time I looked at him, he'd look away. Ok FIIINNNNNEEEEEE ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A handful of Dunmanite guys were quite good-looking. But they kept staring at girls who walk pass them. Totally UNcivilised. Tsk tsk. Faris from Dunman was okay lah - Liyana's friend. The other guy who was wearing the Yellow PT, the one collecting empty plastic bottles from us, ooh ohh BANGLADESHI LIKES ! HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, majority of us, Springfielders received the BRONZE award. Hurrr -WE WERE HUNGRY OKAYYY, so we didn't do well. Sat with Jasmine on the way back. The whole thing just SUCKED BALLS -_- '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography Class was only 10 minutes for us. After that went to eat at BBT where we met with the 2A members and Mardhiah. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;sombong giler nak mampos siaaa&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HMMPH&lt;/strong&gt;. Never mind lah. As long as he keeps on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FLIRTING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, he will &lt;strong&gt;LIVE&lt;/strong&gt;. Meanie Meanie ME ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I met Mega. Still the same him. Shy and MAMPATS . WOO HOO! Heh (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleep now so goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112610845457456072?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112610845457456072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112610845457456072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112610845457456072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112610845457456072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/09/your-star-all-american-rejects.html' title='your star - all-american rejects'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112583393636167824</id><published>2005-09-04T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T19:38:56.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>voices</title><content type='html'>LALALA  -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt; Stop pretending .&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the holidays are here . As usual, majority are suffering from boredom . Lots of luck to those taking their PRELIMS ! Damn, final-year is only a few weeks away and I haven't been revising much apart from Higher Malay and English . Oh - &lt;strong&gt;THE HORROR&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is in a mess and my Dad keeps hinting it to me . &lt;em&gt;Alah, lazy lah want to put everything nicely. Later that monster will come into my room and destroy everything AGAIN. Sibuk lah he&lt;/em&gt; . Dad shakes his head, I continue with my surfing . Kind of used to it already .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some kind of filming going on near my madrasah just now . Being the cool me, I just peeked from far away but being the &lt;em&gt;kaypoh&lt;/em&gt; HIM, my brother went to see it upclose . He came back to me reporting that it was some chinese show . So no need to go all &lt;strong&gt;hullabalu&lt;/strong&gt; at it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All-American Rejects is awesome shit . The vocalist looks &lt;u&gt;shaggy&lt;/u&gt; but actually, he is &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;sexy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. His name is Tyson and other than singing, he does bass too . &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna rest the whole day tomorrow . Brother's out at school - YAY to peace and quiet ((: . I miss my friends a bunch . Hope we can fix a date to go out ! Miss you guys too . &lt;em&gt;Kental ah&lt;/em&gt; that Haikal boy. I sms him then he act so blur like a &lt;em&gt;sotong&lt;/em&gt; . Tsk tsk (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for new blog layouts. And &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dammit&lt;/span&gt;, I need a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; password for her blog ! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bloody shit&lt;/span&gt; lah -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying is bad for health , so try your best to keep it &lt;u&gt;low&lt;/u&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112583393636167824?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112583393636167824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112583393636167824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112583393636167824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112583393636167824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/09/voices.html' title='voices'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112558563524523466</id><published>2005-09-01T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T22:40:35.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hidden agenda</title><content type='html'>SMSES -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;To be with you forever, here long after&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bitch with bastard in my hands . Cool, are you not? Rule your own world . Can't believe I'm doing this to myself . So kill me . The blood that flows shall not be red instead it will be black . I am a lost soul being replaced by some other wicked soul . I wanna try to be evil . I know I'd suck at it but why not give it a try? I only have 3 more months of FREEDOM . Sucky life . With sucky people . How lucky (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; in love with your smile, million-dollar smile (:&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112558563524523466?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112558563524523466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112558563524523466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112558563524523466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112558563524523466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/09/hidden-agenda.html' title='hidden agenda'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112550172403076750</id><published>2005-08-31T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T23:26:28.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in herre</title><content type='html'>hots for YOU -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Turn up the radio, blast the stereo UP . "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the outmost happening day of the week ! Totally RAH RAH .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Springfield's celebration went smooth this time but still, it wasn't as good as last year. We miss MRS NG and MS TAN! But I was happy enough that everything ended early -10.15am . I quickly rushed downstairs to meet up with the others right after cleaning up the hall. Saw that bloody bastard downstairs. So sombong sia him. But, what the heck - I DON'T FUCKING CARE ANYMORE ! Go FLIRT somewhere else lah can? Thank you very much -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned to go back to Qiaonan but went to Tampines Primary first for Nilam. Had no regrets returning since I could meet many of my long lost friends (: . Met up with Mrs Choo for some chit chat and not to our surprise, she's still the same her. Elizabeth wasn't there -sobs. Not many came back this year due to unknown reasons. But I was glad that 3/4 of my 6.1 classmates returned (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of people I met :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shuhada&lt;br /&gt;-Dannial&lt;br /&gt;-HAQIM&lt;br /&gt;-FAHMY&lt;br /&gt;-Faruq(6.6)&lt;br /&gt;-Noriz&lt;br /&gt;-Adi Soffian&lt;br /&gt;-Atiqah&lt;br /&gt;-Aisyah&lt;br /&gt;-Reika&lt;br /&gt;-Hykal (6.2)&lt;br /&gt;-Hafiz (berak explosion XD)&lt;br /&gt;-Haikal (Chee)&lt;br /&gt;-SELLICK&lt;br /&gt;-Nur Amirah&lt;br /&gt;-Yuan Wen&lt;br /&gt;-Eng Teck&lt;br /&gt;-Bryan ... (rest of 6.1 peeps except Jiesheng, Amirah, Jia Hao, Aaron, Benjamin etc)&lt;br /&gt;-Syafiq (6.4)&lt;br /&gt;-Haidzair&lt;br /&gt;-Azryl&lt;br /&gt;-FIRMAN!&lt;br /&gt;(i think i left out alot more -SORRY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a lot of happenings today. People calling each other slim and tall, People comparing height, People finding teachers all over the school &amp; also People asking and exchanging numbers . Fun lah ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, went back at around 4.45pm after having late lunch at KFC with Atiqah, Reika, Aisyah, Hanis &amp;amp; Shu. Overall it was a wonderful day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CHEESE ! Smile for me please, pretty?&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//EDIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABANG WAN CAME BACK TO SPF !! ABANG WANNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112550172403076750?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112550172403076750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112550172403076750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112550172403076750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112550172403076750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-herre.html' title='in herre'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112541280563952342</id><published>2005-08-30T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T22:40:06.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bungler</title><content type='html'>YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My life is brilliant ."&lt;/em&gt; -(????????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PATHETIC . Teacher's Day Celebrations this year is so crappy and cheap that even us, students have no mood to partayyy . Must be that TANG . Spoiler lah eh ! But imagine, a celebration with NO DECORATIONS or simple balloons? PATHETIC !! The least, performances by several classes, ACES day and prize-giving . Can't wait for 4C's performance . &lt;strong&gt;PUMP IT&lt;/strong&gt; ! LALALA -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During History today, we watched this foreign movie on WW2 and somehow it made me cry. The title of this movie was , "LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL" and seriously having watched the whole thing, I felt appreciative towards my life. It motivated me never to give up and sacrifice for loved ones. There a moral behind most stories and so far, this has been the clearest. Thank God for creating me &lt;u&gt;AFTER&lt;/u&gt; the war . &lt;em&gt;Alhamdullilah&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you , always - But I hate you for now )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's Day is tomorrow and too bad I'm broke. Sorry teachers ! No presents for you this year. And &lt;u&gt;Pink Babat&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DREAM ON&lt;/span&gt; . Won't get you a present even if you dare wear a bra . I advise you to wear one, seriously. It is such an ugly sight to see your TITS being exposed when you wear a tight shirt. This is good advise. I&lt;strong&gt; SWEAR&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Haikal will go back to Qnan with me tomorrow or else I'd have to go with HER. Eww, save me from misery ! Haqim, Dannial and the rest , &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOOORAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; TO SEEING YOU GUYS TOMORROW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shouldn't have listened to your rants. refuse to forget, forgiveness without sincerity.&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112541280563952342?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112541280563952342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112541280563952342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112541280563952342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112541280563952342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/08/bungler.html' title='bungler'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112532551325935349</id><published>2005-08-29T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T22:25:13.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fickle minds</title><content type='html'>YOU .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I will never hold you underneath of me . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you it's just a game . But it's not funny when you MESS other peoples' lives just for your pleasure. NEVER JUDGE blindly . What a regret it was to TRUST you . I knew you weren't serious but heck - I told you I believed you because I wanted to real badly . Goodbye sweet love . We'll meet again when &lt;u&gt;boys start wearing skirts&lt;/u&gt; . DARE YOU TO -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT 9 DISTINCTIONS out of 10 SUBJECTS ! Damn proud of myself siaa ((x .I know, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eeee! marlina tak tau malu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ! Haha . But seriously, I thought I'd flunk this term but HO HUM -9/10 distinctions ! *Beams at self achievement XD&lt;br /&gt;May be gettin an MP3 player ! Yessa ! Look who's HAPPY NOW ! (&lt;em&gt;Insert evil laughter&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's Day is coming. Huurrraaayy ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112532551325935349?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112532551325935349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112532551325935349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112532551325935349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112532551325935349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/08/fickle-minds.html' title='fickle minds'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112506938293320836</id><published>2005-08-26T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T23:16:22.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give in</title><content type='html'>POVERTY ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Hungry, hungry. Thirsty, thirsty. Hungry, thirsty -thirsty, hungry . "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much happening today. Rehearsals, CCAs and rushing deadlines. I DRAMATICALLY dropped for English -SAD . Eunice got super high marks and what did I get? I bloody B3. Do not speak of Vien . Let me tell you all, HE IS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;GAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . A &lt;u&gt;GAY&lt;/u&gt; with a sissy grade for english. He applied nail polish onto his pinky and shows other people. So GAY-like. But if you see Edwin with it, that is a different matter. Edwin looks &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;macho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with his long, nail-polished pinky (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Kamu mengangkat kotak beratku itu ke perhentian bas. Sungguh baik hatimu. Ku sayang padamu wahai insan. Mungkin nanti kami akan cuba -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home early today. Some friggin juniors phoned me from noon . Very cute lah their voices. I miss them fuck lots. Hope to see them this Wednesday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I like to teach the world to sing ! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112506938293320836?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112506938293320836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112506938293320836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112506938293320836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112506938293320836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/08/give-in.html' title='give in'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112498160724532167</id><published>2005-08-25T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T22:53:27.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotional mah ?</title><content type='html'>like OMG !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Grace so lovely, pure and holy we cry -MERCY ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMO, MEMO, ELMO . Yes, it's one THOSE days  for me, when you feel so gloomy and depressed that you cry in public. I held back my tears during music as I empathized old Ah Tan. He was given no descent RESPECT in class today. I was utterly disappointed with my class for that notorious behaviour they put up. I guess they had forgotten what is SELF-DISCIPLINE. Pity, pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not write anything related to &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FLIRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; here in this entry since SOME people irritate me during schooltime. (This means you, Vien -you GAY. And BOTH "Oh my GOD" &amp; " Oh my GOSH" CAN be used so shut your bloody ass up - ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people should just find their own calling INSTEAD OF following others. ORIGINALITY WHORE. Slut lah you. Anyhow replace people. RUIN PEOPLES' LIVES .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" When will you realize? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112498160724532167?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112498160724532167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112498160724532167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112498160724532167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112498160724532167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/08/emotional-mah.html' title='emotional mah ?'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112489309352656694</id><published>2005-08-24T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T22:18:13.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doubts</title><content type='html'>LOOK HERE -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When will you realize what we went through?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alamak&lt;/strong&gt; you ! FIFTEEN MINUTES, YOU KNOW. Hah . But so sweet of you to offer (: . Sorry had to hang up on you. SORRY LAH , SORRY . &lt;em&gt;Sayang&lt;/em&gt; you ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday okay? Set ah ! Eh Eh EH! I want to switch handphones lah. Very FUN (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112489309352656694?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112489309352656694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112489309352656694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112489309352656694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112489309352656694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/08/doubts.html' title='doubts'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112480558980506721</id><published>2005-08-23T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T21:59:49.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swinger !!</title><content type='html'>FINALLY .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I look around, there's no one beside me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn fun lah today except for some minor bleep bleep BLAHS . Made fun of Suhaylah all the way to TM. Bombs of fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate curly fries on the way back to school. Some stupid GOOFBALLS at the interchange teased us and sang Springfield's school song. He looked fuck familiar -like ABANG WAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 69 and headed to council room. Ken was having his oral. Ugly lah he, dress as a nerd with flat hair, buttoned-up shirt and high socks. Reached SC room. Couples Corner people were inside. Oh no, not another lovey dovey scene . Laaadiidaaa -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after chat with Ken, Tqah and Su while waiting for Sotong to finish netball. Then went home early. So sweet of him lah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE ARE YOU AREN'T CALLED FLIRTS. OMG, you flirt with that nyonya? That is like sooooo RAD ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning oh so bad. Even my form teacher think so. But what the heck, I've got only a few months more to ENJOY. And look! Where have my bestfriends gone to? Oh in there! Fucktards. I HATE YOUU -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAMAK, want to flirt go find some other target lah OI . Everyone of mine, you want to snatch. You think not hurtful ah? BloKaCii !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOOD SWINGS -Haha funny siaaaaa ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112480558980506721?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112480558980506721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112480558980506721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112480558980506721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112480558980506721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/08/swinger.html' title='swinger !!'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112471719524845377</id><published>2005-08-22T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T21:26:35.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tear-jerker</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOSH -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Look what's been done to us . LIES AND LULLABIES . "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back test results today. UTTER SHOCK .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell ya, I was dumbstruck when I got back my Malay and Maths paper. Lower than I expected. What disappointment. Science was okay lah, quite high. All I got today were these :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MATHS - 36/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCIENCE - 43/50&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MALAY - 37/50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HIGHER MALAY - 58/80&lt;/span&gt; (damn bad lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher Malay class today was a little different than usual. Well, obviously quieter in the absence of Mr Zulfadli. Cikgu Nurmi talked of movies and OH clones ! I am gonna wait for 'The Island" to come out on HBO. Oh so exciting (: . &lt;em&gt;Alah&lt;/em&gt;, I don't wanna waste my money on movies. TSK -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school after that. Met Ken for awhile under his block then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG -ZULAZFAR WAVED AT ME SIAAAAAA .&lt;/strong&gt; Damn happy ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorrii, Sorrii, Verii Sorrii !&lt;/em&gt; Whatever lah you. Forgiven but not forgotten. HAHA. I am evil. OH OH OH , I think I saw Rizal and Hazuan across at the busstop. Spies eh? I don't think so !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Tqah thanks. Su, major thanks. Jonat, GO BACK TO QNAN WITH ME! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112471719524845377?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112471719524845377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112471719524845377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112471719524845377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112471719524845377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/08/tear-jerker.html' title='tear-jerker'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112463493164594254</id><published>2005-08-21T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T22:36:00.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CRAWLING .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I've felt this way before, so insecure."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugama class today was FUN lah. Nothing much happened though, only the usual blabbering of the Ustazah. Hidhir is mean and Syafiq reminds me off Adi. WTF-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh tomorrow will be THE most awful day of my life. But nevermind them, I know he will somehow make me smile (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A NEW PAIR OF BLACKS! Three jumps for me ((: !!! Ooh damn. Test results tomorrow. Wish me all the luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112463493164594254?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112463493164594254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112463493164594254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112463493164594254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112463493164594254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh.html' title='OH'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112459880003088094</id><published>2005-08-21T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T13:05:24.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREAMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DEAR WHOEVER .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Searching , Escaping -DEATH . Will you surrender?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;PureVolume&lt;/u&gt; is awesome shit. Juliana Theory, &lt;u&gt;Dear Whoever&lt;/u&gt;, Hawthorne Heights, Fall Out Boy. Save me from all the good stuff (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need more BLACK. Some people are just so influencial. But heh, keep them coming in will you please? I WANT TO RUN LIKE THE WIND -yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want guitar. LUQMAN you bastard. When are you gonna teach me? Addicted to your songs lah. Nerds can still play okay. Look at you - XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a kickass day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh WAIT! I'm gonna buy new shoes today! To'eli Rockkin' !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112459880003088094?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112459880003088094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112459880003088094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112459880003088094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112459880003088094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/08/screamo.html' title='SCREAMO'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112453163457188542</id><published>2005-08-20T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T17:53:54.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blanko</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EH-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can help me with this problem? GREAT, cannot turn to you for help, not her, who else? Only Susu knows and she wants me to DO IT! Fuckshits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand me better but -HOW?! I need space and time. LOTS of time. Luckily you gave me a longer time to think properly. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do, then history will repeat itself. OMFG -HOW THEN? Love love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANNA REGRET !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112453163457188542?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112453163457188542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112453163457188542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112453163457188542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112453163457188542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/08/blanko.html' title='blanko'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112446561388927966</id><published>2005-08-19T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T17:10:44.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more</title><content type='html'>CT ended today and fuck, was I glad! But I think I'm not gonna do well this time ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay oral was &lt;em&gt;sembarang lahh&lt;/em&gt;. Total shit. What can you expect from a sick student with a blocked nose? Fuck timah lahh. I miss &lt;em&gt;arwah&lt;/em&gt; Cikgu Aisyah )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auditions for 'Reach Out For Your Dreams' was held today. 2A did an awesome job although Hadiy was playing around during the dance. Jonathan &amp; Nadirah forgot many steps but never mind lah. Fadhli Malik and friends are jerks. I hate them and boy, am I glad that this year is their graduating year! MY LEG WILL NO LONGER BE FULL OF PAIN! Back at you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Mac's with Tqah, Suhaylah, Ken and Faris. Jitu had to go home first. Met Hadiy, Haikal and Fazhli there. Had the usual and Mister Forty was there too. His butt was covered with mud. HAHA. Too bad Mas &amp;amp; Nilam wasn't there to enjoy the fun ): . They were too busy preparing for FINAL YEAR. Totally &lt;em&gt;SEMANGAT&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to lepak at Su's house awhile since my Mum was gonna be in school that night. Walked with Su and Ken and bleeep bleeeep blah happened and I shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys can be trusted. LOVE YOU ALL (: !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112446561388927966?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112446561388927966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112446561388927966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112446561388927966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112446561388927966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-more.html' title='one more'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112437553308002549</id><published>2005-08-18T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T22:32:13.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exhaustion</title><content type='html'>Common Test was total SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get to check my English paper but then smiled when Mdm Shikin told us we had 7hrs of C.I.P (: . She's such an awesome teacher !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science was okay-okay. 3.35 lah people! We are so gonna debate for our own rights. PROPOSE ! Haha. But I think I can at least get a PASS for Science. Colours fun lah ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back after school. Ate at BT with Mas and gang. Exchanged handphone with Tqah because her bloody SIM card was giving her a migrain. I am so used to 3200. Bought lollies from the Candy Shop and ran back to school, trying our best NOT to get wet but BOOHOO - we failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to 2A to laugh at them dance. Ken dances like no one's watching. Cacat lah he dance. I bet his dance turns Syafiqah on. HAHA fuckshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stupid problem with BOPENG. I don't hav a clue about it so don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in 2A. WOOO FLIRT SIA. I was having a slight fever and my stomach hurt. Went to the Couple Corner to check out the status there. BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned to see Nilam dance. Blah blah blah some BLEEP stuff happened and I liked what he told me. ME TOO (: . Haha funnyshit. Too bad Syafiqah didn't hear it. It would be oh so PERFECT !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home. Write my notes and heck care about history. DARO doesn't teach well so I can't be bothered. Trying my best for Maths &amp;amp; Geog. I HOPE TO TAKE A*MATHS NEXT YEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;-screams head off //Tqah, YOU TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laadiidaaa FEE giler . I'd be so glad when this is all OVER. FUCK LITERATURE LAHH . Haven't done a single piece of shit. The Maggie hair is just too distracting &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112437553308002549?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112437553308002549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112437553308002549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112437553308002549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112437553308002549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/08/exhaustion.html' title='exhaustion'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112428757980087809</id><published>2005-08-17T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T22:06:19.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUTTS</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminisced the times of last year. Remember 'Only One' ? HAHA. Cracked me up. I remember singing it on Graduation Night in the AVA room. Junaidi was there. Andrew &amp; Kuan Loong too. They enjoyed my SOLO performance. I was high that night. ABANG WAN was there and I was gonna miss him. I missed those times (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could remember that time when Tqah and me sat at the flagpole and counted the stars. Norainni scared us. And YA. I remembered the SMOKERS. MoFuHoles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was okay. I felt sick in the morning and FUCK YOU Syafiqah for punching my stomach. JEALOUS OR WHAT ! I didn't fucking spread the rumour okay. WE READ YOUR SCREENSAVER. It was mainly the truth so THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tests, ENJOY. ACCENT TIME ! Woots. 50 pence just ROCKS. VIENYAY. Haha . Vien doesn't have a clue. I LIKE BIG BUTTS. I'M SURE YOU LIKE BIG TETEKS ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overrated. I'm s'posed to be resting. OH WELL. Wish me luck for tomorrow! Spread the love (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112428757980087809?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112428757980087809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112428757980087809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112428757980087809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112428757980087809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/08/butts.html' title='BUTTS'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112420194575880592</id><published>2005-08-16T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:19:05.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>language of SILENCE</title><content type='html'>Let me ask the stars about you and me in the perfect DREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TERLUKA KARENA KITA&lt;/span&gt; -ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple one minute put up act on FLIRTING can cause all this. Sure, all my fault. But Ken likes Chinese girls and he's just like my big brother. SO DON'T WORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vien is one hell of a RETARD. Thanks for the 50 pence songs. TO'ELLI ROCKIN' !! Yeah, I know - BRACES TURN YOU ON . Vien, go check out Keith's girlfriend ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISSING YOU ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CT round the corner. Fuck tests ! ERGH . Samdol smsed during Shooting Stars. KEPO-CHI.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHA. Samsol gilerrrr -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDON ROCKS .. !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112420194575880592?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112420194575880592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112420194575880592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112420194575880592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112420194575880592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/08/language-of-silence.html' title='language of SILENCE'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112411719827536648</id><published>2005-08-15T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T22:49:22.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not coming back</title><content type='html'>TODAY JUST FUCKING &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUCKS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't meet again. You just don't get it. Jealousy or simply lost of guidance /lost of FRIEND. They still think of him. I know he doesn't think of ME anymore. Those words are just SWEET NOTHINGS for all I CARE. I cried these tears for you. But you just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZAKIAH , where are you? I need you. I've lost you. I told you this would happen. Everything CAN change once someone's attached. I don't blame you, it's just NATURE. I hope you won't forget me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDON songs accompany me in times of need. Meaningful lyrics, I should say. I need my rest. I don't wanna die early. I want my life to BLOSSOM first. Insya'allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIMPI YANG SEMPURNA rocks socks. Thanks Richard for the songs (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ihopehestillremembersmeasafriend.&lt;br /&gt;Hetoldmewecouldtreasureourfriendship.&lt;br /&gt;Ihopehedoesn'tbreakhispromise .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, I still love you. Don't worry. It's just my PMS period. You don't need to know full detail.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a JIWANG person okay. It's just for the moment. Thank you very much (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112411719827536648?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112411719827536648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112411719827536648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112411719827536648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112411719827536648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/08/not-coming-back.html' title='not coming back'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112402840966255528</id><published>2005-08-14T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T22:06:49.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick of them all</title><content type='html'>Of all the times, I HAVE to have fever right before my Common Test. What luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home the whole day. I feel so cold. I wished MnM was here with me ): . I can't live on like this ! I hate -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDON songs all the way. Somehow THEY got me so addicted. YAY for them and me! I am thinking of death. I don't wanna lose a friend ): . Is it my fault everything turns out like this ? If yes, I will force myself to stop breathing - SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you lots but somewhere among the veins to my heart, there is YOU. I act this way for you to realize how much you mean to me. No one knows how much I dislike HER. I am left without guidance. My sista love is with them. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TELL HER STUFF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken is my only hope. But --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO DIE .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112402840966255528?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112402840966255528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112402840966255528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112402840966255528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112402840966255528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/08/sick-of-them-all.html' title='sick of them all'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112377059107477208</id><published>2005-08-11T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:41:02.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEPHIA</title><content type='html'>Hey,Sephia&lt;br /&gt;Malam ini ku takkan datang&lt;br /&gt;Mencoba 'tuk berpaling sayang&lt;br /&gt;Dari cintamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,Sephia&lt;br /&gt;Malam ini ku takkan pulang&lt;br /&gt;Tak usah kau mencari aku,demi cintamu&lt;br /&gt;Hadapilah ini&lt;br /&gt;Kisah kita takkan abadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korus:&lt;br /&gt;S'lamat tidur kekasih gelap ku [ooo.....Sephia]&lt;br /&gt;S'moga cepat kau lupakan aku&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih sejatimu takkan pernah sanggup untuk melupakanmu&lt;br /&gt;S'lamat tinggal kasih tak terungkap [ooo.....Sephia]&lt;br /&gt;S'moga kau lupakan aku cepat&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih sejatimu takkan pernah sanggup untuk meninggalkanmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,Sephia&lt;br /&gt;Jangan pernah panggil namaku&lt;br /&gt;Bila kita bertemu lagi&lt;br /&gt;Dilain hari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadapilah ini&lt;br /&gt;Kisah kita takkan abadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulangi Korus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried because of this song early this afternoon. So stressful lah this stupid Farewell thingy. But at the end, we had fun at Su's house and went home late. Another LOOONNGG day tomorrow. How utterly WONDERFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkingofyou--.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vien&lt;/a&gt; is getting mushy-er by the minute. And yes, PARIS DOES SOUND LIKE FARIS, GUYS ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112377059107477208?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112377059107477208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112377059107477208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112377059107477208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112377059107477208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/08/sephia.html' title='SEPHIA'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112372225626022160</id><published>2005-08-11T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T09:04:16.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IPW</title><content type='html'>It is IPW lesson now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashkit.com is funny shit lah. Mas is laughing at my lame entry and now she is poking me. We are praying that we Mdm Zaleela forgets about ORAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bloody shit. ENGLISH in a few seconds time. HELP!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112372225626022160?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112372225626022160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112372225626022160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112372225626022160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112372225626022160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/08/ipw.html' title='IPW'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112360006771485442</id><published>2005-08-09T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:58:53.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a patriotic day .</title><content type='html'>9th August is when everyone dresses up in red and white clothings and paint their faces the same colour. Pity no one dares to wear wonderBRAs with little glitter stars and cresents as patterns and run around screaming HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOMELAND!! That would be so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Hidayat to come on TV but HO HUM - no band performance. Nilam must have waited for Zack to come out live too. Sorry honey (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP ends and I sms Zul complaining and ranting at him about Hidayat's absence. Fuck him, he was enjoying the fireworks at the Esplanade. Grr. Zul is so GAY. Shooting Stars and Full Circle was okay. No further comments. Spent my night listening to EMO songs and I'm so in love with Indon songs. SEPHIA! Rocks socks ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone save me from all this EMO? I'm hanging on the verge of insanity. Practically dying.&lt;br /&gt;I need a nooze for someone to hang me. PRONTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IS THIS THE END?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112360006771485442?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112360006771485442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112360006771485442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112360006771485442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112360006771485442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-patriotic-day.html' title='What a patriotic day .'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112333903792121885</id><published>2005-08-06T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T22:37:17.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>messed up</title><content type='html'>I am fuck exhausted now. I haven't been updating much due to my tight schedule of WORK. I am sleepy thus i shhaaaaaaaaaaaalllllll  stooooooooop    hhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrreeeeeeeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I still love you though. Please don't    ......&lt;br /&gt;BEDTIME BABY .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112333903792121885?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112333903792121885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112333903792121885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112333903792121885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112333903792121885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/08/messed-up.html' title='messed up'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112316671907042061</id><published>2005-08-04T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T22:45:19.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mas marah darah</title><content type='html'>YAY. Dance today was AWESOME. I was enjoying myself the whole time although i could hardly get all the steps right. Wooden poles are FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to wish Richard good luck for his AMC. What a bad friend &gt;.&lt; !! Grr. Raihan likes Susu ! Bwahaha. I hope it's the truth (: . Made many new friends. I'm so proud of myself. I don't have to share it with HER. Bloody motherf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken is the best of the best. I hope he won't disappoint me. I love him like my own brother. YAYNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUGPARTI &amp;amp; CALAPARTI rocks socks. Mr Siva is one hell of a good speaker (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112316671907042061?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112316671907042061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112316671907042061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112316671907042061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112316671907042061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/08/mas-marah-darah.html' title='mas marah darah'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112290883998413349</id><published>2005-08-01T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:07:19.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up that hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY JUST FRIGGIN &lt;u&gt;SUCKS&lt;/u&gt;   .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112290883998413349?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112290883998413349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112290883998413349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112290883998413349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112290883998413349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/08/up-that-hole.html' title='up that hole'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112282111258950336</id><published>2005-07-31T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T22:53:51.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ulcer-mania</title><content type='html'>Ulcers are irritatingly painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I produced more drools than ever before this morning. When I woke up, my whole t-shirt was covered with fresh drool. What a way to start the day. Stupid ulcer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New stock of Nutella, oh JOY. Slacked throughout the day, not worried a bit about my Maths test tomorrow. I only act like a genius. Bloody hell, I bet you I'd FLUNK this test. I'm just praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted the whole evening. Watched a little of President's Star Charity thing, only the part with Marion Raven then went back to my room. Wrote some crappy testimonials and had a chat with Afiq. He wants me to go to school with him tomorrow. Cute lah he. But then I decided not to since I was lazy to have to wake up earlier than usual. Didn't want to repeat the Chung Cheng incident. Wahlau, memories of that school again. I MISS THEM! Marianne ! Where are you ? Cheryl, Jomel, Shirlyn, Clarice, Angelina, Ping Lynn, Eileen, Catherine!! ALL OF YOU!! And of course, MR YAZEED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwaha. Looks like no one misses Nathan and Jaques. How pathetic. OK lah, I kind of miss Nathan a little. Whatever it is, Chungfield still ROCKS SOCKS (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112282111258950336?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112282111258950336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112282111258950336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112282111258950336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112282111258950336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/07/ulcer-mania.html' title='ulcer-mania'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112281947112607146</id><published>2005-07-28T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T22:17:51.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chung Cheng Exchange III</title><content type='html'>I'm horrible at goodbyes. In the end, I always CRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today would be the last day for us in Chung Cheng High. It wasn't a cheerful day since everyone was busy trying not to think of goodbyes and writing sad letters of appreciation. I was one of them. I didn't get them anything except for some last minute paper cards to those who were close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us cried when Mr Yazeed told us to say goodbye. He was yawning away with his amazingly bloodshot eyes. Could tell that he was fuck exhausted. Hugged everyone and took quick group snapshots. Mr Yazeed is GAY. I confirmed just now. Shall update photos soon. I have plenty pictures of Mr Gerald Choy, the Chung Cheng Heartthrob ((: .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done for the day. Too much tears already. CHUNGFIELD ROCKS !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112281947112607146?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112281947112607146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112281947112607146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112281947112607146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112281947112607146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/07/chung-cheng-exchange-iii.html' title='Chung Cheng Exchange III'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112265181819701091</id><published>2005-07-27T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T23:46:13.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chung Cheng Exchange II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One for all , all for one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our motto for the day. We came to Chung Cheng late today since some of us were having a bus crisis and others just woke up late. Hey, we Springfielders aren't used to waking up before 6am so don't think we're a bunch of lazy dodos / slackers. Poor Marianne was just in time for her assembly thanks to us. Apologies, apologies !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't much activities planned today except for the Amazing Race and some sports. I was glowing with pride when my team won &lt;u&gt;FIRST&lt;/u&gt; for the race. I told you we were smart, Cheryl (: . So after the exhausting race, we playing some tame sports just for the fun of it . Catherine and Eileen so cute lah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schedule ended quite early today at around 5pm so we headed to Parkway to get our stomachs some real food. Took 31 home and was damn tired from running around / up &amp;amp; down / all over the school grounds. Why oh why must they make us run up such steep steps to reach one checkpoint ? I really wished that every station was on the groundfloor. So much more convenient that way -__-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my goodnight kisses and straightaway started on my 500-word essay that stupid Dava made us do. He is so crappy and well, downright humourous at times. I'm soo gonna miss CCHMS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHUNGFIELD ROCKS SOCKS ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112265181819701091?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112265181819701091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112265181819701091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112265181819701091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112265181819701091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/07/chung-cheng-exchange-ii.html' title='Chung Cheng Exchange II'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112238747403242944</id><published>2005-07-26T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T22:17:54.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chung Cheng Exchange I</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Report at Springfield school porch by 7am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came at around 6.50am and only Fahariah and Hanis were there. I didn't see the others so I assumed they haven't reached yet. But to my surprise, they came earlier than me and were standing outside the classroom with that bloody JERK. Ergh, jackass. So I came over to them and we walked to the porch together without that BITCHboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a minibus to CCHMS and arrived there a little behind schedule. Had a tour of their school and I was especially impressed by their so-called "history museum" of their school. FUH! And they say our Art Gallery is amazing. Bullshit lah. Deployment to class right after that. I was assigned to 2Benevolence(BN) which was the class of Jomel, Cheryl and Marianne! Love them much! Heh. Lessons were boring though. Their English teacher is soo uber crappy. Mr Dava is his name. He made us Springfielders write a 500 word journal on Chung Cheng High. How utterly RIDICULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First impressions of teachers in CCHMS : &lt;strong&gt;CRAPPY &amp;amp; FAST-PACED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school we had a kind of a Calligraphy session and straight after, we headed for the Singapore History Museum. It was fun acting like detectives. Let's rewind and play again! CHUNGFIELD rocks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 31 home with Marianne and Springfielders but stopped at Parkway to eat. We were starving like mad. KFC there and straight back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love kisses but I got only 2 while he got a dozen. How lucky of him to have me as his lover (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112238747403242944?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112238747403242944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112238747403242944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112238747403242944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112238747403242944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/07/chung-cheng-exchange-i.html' title='Chung Cheng Exchange I'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112230149615778847</id><published>2005-07-25T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T22:24:56.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>japan flag</title><content type='html'>My friend paid me a visit a little too early this month. I expected it to arrive early of next month but it gave me a surprise by coming a week early. I welcome it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHUNG CHENG , HERE I COME !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm the only one who's excited eh? Well, most probably (: . Vien is disappointed that he won't get to do some "girl-watching" tomorrow since he's not in the exchange programme. But I told him not to worry `cause I'll see some girls for him (: . HOW GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Nurmi is one nice HMT teacher. She doesn't scold and i give props to her for putting up with idiotic Zulfadli's singing. It rained heavily today right after he sang Siti's new song. Utter embarassment. I think HMT lessons are fun with these kind of weirdos who brighten up gloomy days of mine. I love them (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to school soon after. Passed by NP room. Faris was inside but I didn't see him. Sorry darling. I walked to NCC LAND room and Zakiah was there playing soccer. I saw Rizal and my mood changed all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamilah's soon-to-be.&lt;/em&gt; That raced across my mind. But i managed to calm myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no clue that Nilam and Mas were in the NCC room WITH Irsyad at that time. I could see that Syafiq was fed up too. So I talked to Zakiah while waiting for NP to end. Later on, Nilam and Mas came running past us with only a soft whisper of , "HI MAR! You going home eh?" without even looking into my face. Whatever shits lah. As if I give a damn ): . Went to eat as soon as Faris finished. Couldn't stand another minute looking at THEM enjoy. I cried a little while walking out. Cries of anger that is. This is all child's play. Let them BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 7.30pm. Tired. CCHM tomorrow. CHINESE all the way. NO CLASSES. And best of all, NO FUCKING JERK. Hooray ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATE , as they say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112230149615778847?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112230149615778847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112230149615778847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112230149615778847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112230149615778847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/07/japan-flag.html' title='japan flag'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112221743315624752</id><published>2005-07-24T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:03:53.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>carnivale</title><content type='html'>If you think carnivals are fun, well i suggest you think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampines West's VIVA carnival was quite a bore. Went out extra early to meet up with my dearest and headed to the meeting point to wait for Sir Haiqal's arrival. Turned out, he decided to come a little later. Which was 1 hour from that time. Whatever Haiqal. So then we munched on some fries at Mac's while waiting for Suhaylah. Zakiah got angry at us for making her walk all the way from my house to Tampines Mall. Poor child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasyidah calls. Another fired up girl, blaming me for making her wait under my block while we were at Mac's. It always happens. So we waited for Suhaylah and Zakiah there. After meeting all of them, we went to fetch Rasyidah and Fahariah at my bus stop. Ho hum, my midgeted grandma just returned from the mosque and alighted from 28. She gave me chicken pie but sadly no cash $$ ): . Right after, we finally entered the school premises. I saw Ahmad Iskandar my childhood jock/prefect, Nazihah the heyho friend, Azfar the brother of Atiqah and plenty others not forgetting some hot guys ( according to Su and Rasy ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BIG BANG started at around 4 plus and ended quite early. I daren't burst my balloon so I threw it to Su's place. Boy, her nails are darn &lt;em&gt;tajam&lt;/em&gt; ! So anyways, we were hungry so we rushed to KFC the cheapest of all fastfoods. After eating, we roamed round the bazaar and shopped like &lt;em&gt;Mak Neneks&lt;/em&gt;. Coconut drink and &lt;em&gt;Keropok Lekor&lt;/em&gt; . Yumm. Reached home at around 7.30pm i think. Kissed him goodnight. I love him with all my heart, seriously (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeworks are a total waste of time, i tell you -_- grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112221743315624752?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112221743315624752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112221743315624752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112221743315624752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112221743315624752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/07/carnivale.html' title='carnivale'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112213393595798166</id><published>2005-07-23T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T23:52:15.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late nights</title><content type='html'>Phone bill exceeds limit. Body is weak. Bruises everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up late. Not allowed to go out until I get 12hours of sleep. Groan. Go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at lunchtime. Bathe. Watch 'Naturally Sadie'. Eat lunch. Watch 'Girls in Love'. Slack.&lt;br /&gt;Switch on the computer. Chat with Rizal. Discuss about tomorrow's event. Download songs. Sing along.&lt;br /&gt;Sms Haikal. Haikal replies. Oh goody, he's the best. Calls him up. Chit chat awhile. Phew, her sister is not with him.  He tells me to call tomorrow. Hung up. I think he was jamming. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Chat some more. YAY. Boyfriend is online. He disturbs the bitch. She complains. I am the victim. Hooray-not.&lt;br /&gt;Apologize here, apologize there. DONE. Go back to playlist. Pick 'Blurry' by Puddle of Mudd. Think of them. Wipe off tears. Listen to Foo Fighters. Brother is online. Disturb him. Ignore smses. Rasy calls. Meet at 1330 tomorrow. Hung up. Zakiah calls. Same old same old. Ken interrupts. Handphone bill goes up a knotch. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Hung up. Chat awhile. Eat dinner. Go to 7-eleven. Buy refills. Back home. Chat some more. Listen to Peter Pan.&lt;br /&gt;Update blog. And now, off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple sentences, apologies. Not in the mood for my usual crap. Blurry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112213393595798166?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112213393595798166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112213393595798166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112213393595798166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112213393595798166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/07/late-nights.html' title='late nights'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112194865952776736</id><published>2005-07-21T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:05:06.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank god for my uncle !</title><content type='html'>After numerous weeks of torture, the day has finally come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Internet" target="_blank"&gt;INTERNET&lt;/a&gt; CAN BE USED !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how much technology does to your mind. I swear the guy who invented the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Internet" target="_blank"&gt;internet&lt;/a&gt; should be sued for making sane people mentally insane without his creation. Addicted to the net, i should say. Blah. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's too much to update on so to save myself from exhaustion, I shall just say that Chung Cheng Exchange Programme was a BLAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Anniversary, my boy.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad you couldn't celebrate it with me.&lt;br /&gt;Instead I fed myself some ice cream&lt;br /&gt;and stuffed so much food inside me.&lt;br /&gt;All because I missed you.&lt;br /&gt;Also because I love you&lt;br /&gt;and i know you have your priorities.&lt;br /&gt;I love you mfbo.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fifth / Fourth / Second/ ?? Anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;I love you oh so much (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112194865952776736?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112194865952776736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112194865952776736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112194865952776736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112194865952776736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/07/thank-god-for-my-uncle.html' title='thank god for my uncle !'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-112083445931362956</id><published>2005-07-08T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T22:54:19.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>internet?</title><content type='html'>Where the hell have I been? Stupid internet - no connection. Kaninachee lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure Hunt for Guides was okay. Fun but tiring/rushing. No further details. Apologies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec One Games Day was a blast. Free show with Amirah and Rizal that cracked me up. Sat with Ken and gossiped the whole way. Created cheers with Nils and Mas. Bought Nasi Ayam as usual. Went home at 8.30pm. Fuck tired right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM OH SO SLEEPY AND I MISS MY INTERNET !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sympathize me of fellow friends. I am but a bored girl with no entertainment for 1 whole month. But then again, NO BITCH FOR A MONTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayness. Emy and Nas are so cute and sweet. I want to be their friend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken, you're the best (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-112083445931362956?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/112083445931362956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=112083445931362956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112083445931362956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/112083445931362956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/07/internet.html' title='internet?'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111978170879002158</id><published>2005-06-26T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T18:28:28.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed up</title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging for so long. I miss my internet ! I bet you my Father lied about paying the whatever Internet fee. Now my internet rosak, HOW ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be such a miserable day. School reopens and no hooray for me because I have to look at all the bitchy faces and pretend to smile at them. Blah blah blah. Whatever shits I must listen to. It is just all so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going to school on my own tomorrow. I want to be there extra early so that I can finish Maths Specimen Paper 3, 4 &amp; 5 by the time the bell rings. Yes yes, I haven't done a single piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO SUE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of doing it all if the teacher doesn't even check it? He'll just sign on the first page as "SEEN". That's all. Literature, I don't give a damn. I haven't even finished reading the book. Adrian Mole has to be returned by tomorrow. I will miss you A.Mole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baahhhh. Give me back my holidays. I don't want to go back to school. School sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend, where are you? I miss you truckloads.&lt;br /&gt;Faz, i feel for you. Don't worry okays. Like you said, there for you always (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111978170879002158?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111978170879002158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111978170879002158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111978170879002158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111978170879002158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/06/mixed-up.html' title='mixed up'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111945754772950303</id><published>2005-06-23T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T00:25:47.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malay-ish</title><content type='html'>I reminisced by the longkang today. How unglamourous. Faris accompanied me to Pasir Ris Town Park since I wanted to get away from Tampines real badly. Suggested Simei but -nah we'd have to take 38 there and oh how I hate that friggin bus. Memories slowly return. As he says, "GWEK". What a funny sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this sign that triggered my funny bone fuck hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" BITCH, SLOW DOWN".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vandals have such a sense of humor. I totally love it. Nothing much happened other than walking across the bridge and sing emo songs out loud while people stare at us funny. Yes, I was being silly and he acted as if he wasn't my boyfriend. I hate you for that, darling. I shall pout like a little teapot and you shall suffer. Woots !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 21 home. He lead the way and almost made me miss my stop. Hrmph. On the way, I met up with my aunt and poor baby had to walk himself to the bus stop. HAHA serves you right for making me in a JIWANG mood. Yah yah, I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANG. MY BABY SHOT ME DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that was random. I didn't know that song was from like SEVENTY (70) years ago. My aunt must be lying to me. She always assumes I am a bimbo just because my brother acts like one. Crap crap crap. It's past my bedtime lah dey. I need my sleep ! Oyasumi !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111945754772950303?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111945754772950303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111945754772950303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111945754772950303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111945754772950303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/06/malay-ish.html' title='malay-ish'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111928587427768673</id><published>2005-06-21T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T22:31:57.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's so full of toots</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I didn't know there were secrets&lt;br /&gt;behind all your love&lt;br /&gt;how you left me,&lt;br /&gt;how you said you loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;if what you say is the truth&lt;br /&gt;because there are these words&lt;br /&gt;that don't match with yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to observe&lt;br /&gt;think and feel,&lt;br /&gt;whether you love me&lt;br /&gt;like how I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 21st and here we are&lt;br /&gt;together like before,&lt;br /&gt;living precious lives&lt;br /&gt;with simple I LOVE YOU-s (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anns, my boy ! Even if I'm unsure of how to count the months, I still believe this is the date.&lt;br /&gt;You are my one and only. And I hope you could be my thousand fcuks throughout. I love you babe !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 227px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="595" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/1ylfth.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21o1o5 - &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;love (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111928587427768673?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111928587427768673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111928587427768673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111928587427768673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111928587427768673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/06/shes-so-full-of-toots.html' title='she&apos;s so full of toots'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111928366039205495</id><published>2005-06-20T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T00:07:40.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>minus twenty degrees</title><content type='html'>Sat in front of my laptop the whole day only to find myself listening to adema, mbr and yellowcard. Early in the morning I woke up and told myself, " I AM GOING TO FINISH MY HOMEWORK BY TODAY OR ELSE er i shall force myself to eat veggies the next day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*POOF*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho hum. Veggies for me tomorrow -what luck. I didn't do a single piece of shit even. I simply stared at my Sue Townsend's and wondered whether I should write a book report on them but LAADIIDAA no pens were to be found within my reach so SLACK i did. Yes, yes I lied about being hardworking. Nyeh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smsed Azril the whole day plus also my darling lah. I am no bitch to have two guys at once okay. Azril is er a good friend, I suppose. Yea he's such a sweetheart to take me out on Wednesday to get me away from my homework. Nyahaha. But then on Thursday I'm going out with my baby so I wonder how the hell am I supposed to finish my homework on time!? Bloody teachers lah. They won't even grade our work once we hand it in so what's the use ! Grr. MOE thinks they are doing us good by filling in our time with homework. Knn chee lah. You waste our pen inks and killing so many trees. Weren't you the ones who told us to REUSE, REDUCE and RECYCLE? nghhhrrr.. MOE konon. A big HAH to you !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK enough. I am waiting for someone to sms me now although I know my sms counter has reached OVER the limit. I miss your shoulder oh sweet thing. I feel so cold without you by my side. I am sick and you are too. You are my medicine and I hope I am yours too (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111928366039205495?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111928366039205495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111928366039205495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111928366039205495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111928366039205495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/06/minus-twenty-degrees.html' title='minus twenty degrees'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111918167448788589</id><published>2005-06-19T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T19:47:54.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the monster is back !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terengganu Cultural Trip was such a BLAST! I especially loved the last day of our trip (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened on the first day except for the 14hr journey to our destination. The guys at the back were acting like monkeys and making so much noise that no one could sleep. But eventually, the people at the front managed to ignore them and sleep in peace. My bus partner for day one was Atiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day was okay. We arrived in Terengganu at 0800 hrs and couldn't take a bath. We ate breakfast at Traveller's cafe and washed up to go for our city tour. I wonder how we smelled like. So it was brassware and batik printing for us. Bought some for nenek. Then after the tour, we headed back to our hotel at 1400 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach resorts are awesome especially when our rooms are facing the sea ! My room mates were Atiq and Mas but somehow every night we would have a guest in our room. The lovable Tour Agent, Kak Nini Saryiani ! &lt;i&gt;(We made friends with her on the first day).&lt;/i&gt; Our room number was 131 and beside us were the boys and on the other side was Farahin and Sharifah. Room 130 was Faz, Haz and Zul. The boys called us at night and somehow picked up the habit of knocking on our door and running away and also communicated through opened windows. We played Uno with the boys by the pool at night. But overall it was fun lah. Faz and Haz can take care of us at night. How surprising (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day was simply GREAT ! We went to one of the kampungs there and saw how they made Gula Melaka and also see the monkey pluck the coconut from the tree. Cikgu Fatimah's children are all so cute especially the AYAM. Cikgu Nor's baby looks like a monkey so we nicknamed him MONYET. Yes, we are baby-crazy (: . After the kampung, we headed for the Sekayu Waterfall which wasn't quite far from the kampung itself. The others played in the water while Mas and I just dipped our feet in the water and splash water at Suzyla, Farahin, Nadhirah, Liyana, Afiq, ARIF and Afiq's cousins &lt;em&gt;(i think).&lt;/em&gt; Afiq and Arif are Cikgu Fatimah'a children. Yet again, it was pure FUN (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, although feeling tired and sleepy, we still joined the boys to play Uno by the pool since Kak Nini wanted to. It was 2230 when we were seen by the teachers at night and told to get back to our rooms. Darth Vader ARIF the irritant was upstairs and kept saying that we were grounded. Ugh. He is such a pain in the neck -_-' . The teachers checked up on us at night and then after they went away, the guys called us to plan about swimming in the morning before breakfast but in the end, no one turned up because it was too early in the morning. Imagine swimming while it is still dark - 0430hrs ? I'd rather swim in my dreams. So then the girls went to bed while the boys stayed up til 0400hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime at night Faris called our room and asked for my markers for sabo time. Atiq and Mas were already sleep at that time so I had to open the door when they came all on my own with my hideous hairstyle. What luck. I didn't have a peaceful night and I had less than 5hrs of sleep. Curse them boys. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day. Boo hoo. No more enjoyment. Woke up late that morning and ignored numerous calls. Cranky girls will spill their temper at anyone. So we headed for breakfast late while waiting for the guys to get ready. I think Haz didn't bathe &lt;em&gt;eww&lt;/em&gt;. The other girls we already downstairs, eating. After breakfast, we rushed back to our room to pack for our return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished packing, we went downstairs and played with Ayam for a while. Afiq was there too and it was so akward of him to call me 'Kakak'. I carried Ayam plenty of times already but I still want more (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bus, stupid MaggieMee Candice told us to play some sort of bus game and so she shuffled us all up with new partners. Guess who I ended up with? Haha, my Faris of course. Perhaps Kak Nini sabo-ed me. But I don't mind it at all (: . Suzie sat behind me and Mas sat with Ruz since she had to switch places with Faris whose seat was right at the back. We played the game which peculiarly turned out fun for a few minutes only. After that one game, we took a rest since everone was starting to doze off. I was cold so i leaned close to him and ended up sleeping on his shoulder (: . I love him so much more now &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we had a toilet stop and I found out that my evil senior had taken a picture of me and him sleeping. How cruel of her -_-' . But I liked it. So long of living without him til now, i love him even more ! I wished for him to kiss me but nah, everyone was watching. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat with Faris from then onwards but during one of the games, Mas and I talked to Suzie, Nilam and Sakinah. Turned out they are soo FUN! Hehe. Thanks for listening to my problem about his ex ya! You guys rock socks ! Woots (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was it. The End (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111918167448788589?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111918167448788589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111918167448788589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111918167448788589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111918167448788589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/06/monster-is-back.html' title='the monster is back !'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111881502838484754</id><published>2005-06-15T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T13:57:08.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>return</title><content type='html'>Bangkok was okay for me. 87% of the whole 5 days went to shopping. But i had no regrets following my family (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day was just shopping and checking in the new hotel. So no story but I clearly remembered on the 3rd day I met Zulazfar at the Pratunam Centre with his parents and elder brother. He wasn't exactly friendly and neither was I because I was too engrossed with the durian chips and trying so hard to make out what that Thai lady was saying. I didn't think I'd bump into anyone I knew there in Thailand but HO HUM Allah can do anything he wishes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought plenty of new tshirts, all black of course, 2 new pair of jeans, sandals, &lt;strong&gt;BELTS&lt;/strong&gt; and souvenirs for my homies back home. I bought Azril something too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to save more money to buy my Converse shoes since I couldn't find a pair in Bangkok. How unlucky -_- .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't packed for my Cultural Trip to Trenganu. I am so tired and sleeeeeeeeeepy. Baby hold me tight and let me drool on your new Billabongs. But you won't come back until two days after. Baby I miss you! Nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VooooooooooooooooooDooooooooooooooooo Rocks (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111881502838484754?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111881502838484754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111881502838484754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111881502838484754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111881502838484754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/06/return.html' title='return'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111832934570941941</id><published>2005-06-09T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T23:02:25.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping trip !</title><content type='html'>Yeehaw. Off to Bangkok I go ! Bye bye problems and hello joy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss these people when I'm gone : -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. NILAM bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;2. MAS&lt;br /&gt;3. SHAZ&lt;br /&gt;4. SI GELI nyahaha&lt;br /&gt;5. ATIQ&lt;br /&gt;6. RIZAL!!&lt;br /&gt;7. AZRIL woots (:&lt;br /&gt;8. FARAHIN&lt;br /&gt;9. FARIS (??)&lt;br /&gt;10. SHAFY my sugaa&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;s&gt;AZ&lt;/s&gt;FAYADICT&lt;br /&gt;12. GOOFBALLS nyeh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the trip though. I get to buy new clothes etc etc ! WEE~ Paradise love (:&lt;br /&gt;One day after I return from the shopping trip is my Terengganu trip so I'll be gone for 8 whole days! Woots. So much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss my blog and of course my laptop and my TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH SHIT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's SMALLVILLE tomorrow and I'm so gonna miss it ! Grr. Curses. Auntie, can tape for me? Thanks much (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh great. I just realized that I'd be missing the final episode of Eye For A Guy 2 too ! Grrr. So much for a vacation. Two episodes of Smallville will be missed ! Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooves, I shall stick my mind to the fact that I &lt;u&gt;WILL&lt;/u&gt; have fun outside Singapore. YAY. Forcing a pathetic smile on my face. Woo hoo ! Bye bye my friends (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111832934570941941?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111832934570941941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111832934570941941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111832934570941941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111832934570941941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/06/shopping-trip.html' title='shopping trip !'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111824865225139623</id><published>2005-06-08T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T15:12:38.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun with a bunch of goofballs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Little did I know that projects could be fun. Especially when the venue is at Shaz's crib (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw four species of male homosapiens when I first arrived at her house. Twins, a brother and a gay. One of the twins was awake, going online whereas the other three were still asleep in the room. Time to meet my AZ from AZFAYADICT for real ! My heartbeat raced a thousand million fcuks a second. Whoosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azril is such a sight ! Eyecandy! Haha. He was wearing an orange t-shirt and red shorts and although his hair was scruffy and his face was filled with pillow lines and dried drools, he still turned me on (: . He looks like Zulazfar from the sideview because his nose is quite &lt;em&gt;mancung&lt;/em&gt; and as Azfar says, "&lt;strong&gt;HIDUNG MAU LEBIH&lt;/strong&gt;". Nyaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usuals met up to do our Malay and Science project at Shaz's house but we ended up having fun the whole day and did only 2% of one of the projects. But seriously, girls can't concentrate with handsome guys walking around, HALF-NAKED. Yeehhaaww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After maths class, we went to Bedok Interchange to buy some RotiBoy then head back to Shaz's house. When we reached her house, everyone was awake already and the whole house was crowded with hunks (: . Shaz's mum told her to buy ice and syrup since they had run out of stock so we all accompanied her to SevenEleven across the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AZRIL LOVES MARLY .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dumbstruck. But when I looked again, I knew it couldn't have been any of the hunks as the handwriting was so &lt;em&gt;cakar ayam &lt;/em&gt;(yes, it is a malay peribahasa. Nyeh.) . Shaz pulled the note from the wall then shouted like once crazy momma " SHAMIR!!". Her family is so lively. I am so envious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all slacked till around 6pm and poor Rasy didn't get to watch her chinese whatever show. All because of me. Nyehaha. Bought my DoubleCheese at Mac's and ate it on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was it. No flirting BurntMop. What a wonderful day (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111824865225139623?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111824865225139623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111824865225139623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111824865225139623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111824865225139623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/06/fun-with-bunch-of-goofballs.html' title='fun with a bunch of goofballs'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111815810645036404</id><published>2005-06-07T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T00:08:01.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boogie wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie rating for Madagascar : &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;aaaaa&lt;/span&gt; (5 stars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to the cinema for like 4 dusty months until today and it simply brought happiness to my present sucking life. Alex is one hot lion (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother and aunt were great company for this outing because it was all expenses paid sponsored by my lovable midgeted aunt. Brother finished up all the popcorn even before the movie started. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Century Square was the ideal place to watch Madagascar since I won't bump into any of the bitches or whoresluts or friggin bastards. They don't hang around the highest level of CS. Lucky me. Save my mouth and eyes from all the sins. I am a good girl. Yes i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smsed &lt;a href="http://babyrappaz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Farahin&lt;/a&gt; just now to ask from her Emy's number. Some shameless male creature told me to do him this stupid favour. I only do it because I love you tumble tots. And I am hoping you won't flirt with this innocent girl. I know your weakness is pretty girls. So please, REFRAIN. You won't want history to repeat itself. But anyhooves I will never call Emy a bitch because she truly isn't. Only SHE can be called the queen of all BITCHES. No, not Emy. Another 7th grader who beams because she improved one of her humanities subjects ; from a rotten F9 to just a bloody PASS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh look! I'm so pretty and so cute. Boys are chasing after me and I'm so desperate for love that whoever comes my way, he's &lt;u&gt;THE ONE&lt;/u&gt;. I lie about my whole life and I have no respect for my seniors what more, my lover's ex. Hey look! I am a pixie that goes around with this fcuking smile telling everyone that I admire people who threaten me. Aren't I smart and oh so lovable? I am so happy because I have lost my one true love to my senior and now I get to search for a new lover. I am grateful to have such a wonderful life. Other people will so wanna be me! I RoX mY OwN uNdIeS anD i Am So OrIgiNaL. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr. I still hate you lah dey. You ruined me yet you don't realize it. Your purpose in life is to what, mess up other people and lie about LOVE? Oi, get a reality check lah. You ain't all that anyways. No one is worth your er, &lt;s&gt;smile&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;figure&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;hair&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;beauty&lt;/s&gt; whatever shit that turns males on. Bloody teeth, go fcuk your own momma lah. We don't need girls like you. I'd rather be friends with a MINAH than be nice to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final statement : BITCH, YOU ARE SHORT SO GO FCUK SOMEBODY YOUR OWN SIZE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The war is still on. It will never end, i tell you. This issue will never be forgotten in the history of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fat like Gloria the hippo. Hooray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111815810645036404?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111815810645036404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111815810645036404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111815810645036404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111815810645036404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/06/boogie-wonderland.html' title='boogie wonderland'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111794261556376495</id><published>2005-06-05T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T11:36:55.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frustration</title><content type='html'>grr. I soo hate modern technology. And I lost my ugama file. What luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azril is so sweet and so cute (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAZFAYADICT for life &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111794261556376495?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111794261556376495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111794261556376495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111794261556376495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111794261556376495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/06/frustration.html' title='frustration'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111767792034045815</id><published>2005-06-02T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T10:05:20.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girls only</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exactly 1 hour and 10 mins to freedom! Planning of Bitch was great help (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;operation bitch is for girls only so no guys YAY. I want to bring my baby but there are no walls for him to drool over. I love you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum supplied all the food because she is so called "rich". I hate for her to interfere in my social life. You know her, the kaypo queen. She goes around telling my cousins and her friends that I have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MANY&lt;/span&gt; boyfriends. Grr. I am not a scandal okay. And mummy, you'd better shut up about mr you-know-who. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;beach&lt;/s&gt; bitch today will be awesome. Finally, i can relax my mind and get rid of this friggin migrain. We shall have fun and flirt around with all the skimmers and mats there (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to see mr nazri the scout :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111767792034045815?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111767792034045815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111767792034045815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111767792034045815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111767792034045815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/06/girls-only.html' title='girls only'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111763847657353043</id><published>2005-06-01T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T23:07:56.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad hairday</title><content type='html'>grr. I hate my mum for ironing my hair. Unsatisfaction can make one stressed. My friends are useless bunch of freaks who insulted my hair. I shall hate my best friend for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr you-know-who met boyfriend-stealer just now. I met amirah somewhere near the library there. She waved innocently at me. Faris was at the entrance of the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best friend is insane and she follows my steps (: . Smsed zulazfar from 3 til 8+ at night. He makes great company when i'm dead bored. His girlfriend is a friggin &lt;u&gt;WALL&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met him after so long and i was having a major migrain. Insanity took over my mind and i was bloody sick. Went home late. Took 28 back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111763847657353043?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111763847657353043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111763847657353043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111763847657353043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111763847657353043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/06/bad-hairday.html' title='bad hairday'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111755314879213746</id><published>2005-05-31T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T23:25:48.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no mood to update any entries. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE A MIGRAIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is gonna suck more. Hooray. Double maths coaching to do. 128749187497 of my brain cells died just now. Coaching Sec Ones are stressful. But my trio are good girls and they respect me unlike some BITCHES in this mundane world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have fallen in love with this handsome climber in my dreams. I wish to meet him again and hug him oh so tight (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i love you but you don't have any interest in me ): . Baby sms me. Baby, smile at me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;baby, kiss me like you've those Hershey's kisses. Sweet and Lust. Baby i love you &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111755314879213746?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111755314879213746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111755314879213746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111755314879213746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111755314879213746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-mood.html' title='no mood'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111729570752221463</id><published>2005-05-28T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T23:55:07.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>campfire</title><content type='html'>awesome awesome simply AWESOME (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hida, i missed you oh so much! Your cousin is JOY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am liveless right now and my throat hurts. So all i shall write today is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NAZRI&lt;/u&gt; THE SCOUT&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love CANS &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111729570752221463?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111729570752221463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111729570752221463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111729570752221463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111729570752221463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/05/campfire.html' title='campfire'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111717384847434714</id><published>2005-05-27T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T14:04:08.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prank me baby</title><content type='html'>bored. I'm using the school's library's computer right now while waiting for the Meet-the-Parents session at 6pm. Stupid Atiq went to call Milo's number just now. Grrr.. He picked our call and we were so dumbstruck that we just hung up. Then he called us instead. We told Nilam to pick up the call and she told Milo that we dialled the wrong number. Utter embarassment. Atiq is soo gonna get it from me :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this poem that really reflected my feelings for now. Take a look &lt;a href="http://poetictimes.com/poem/Fractured_Love/Meant_to_be.html?id=41674"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assembly today was total BLEAH. Received my star awards. Three for me! YAY. Faris made a total fool of himself just now. He croaked while saying out one of the receipient's names and everyone laughed at him. NYAHAHA serves you right mister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back our results today. Just a sneak peek first to get us prepared to face our parents. Lucky me, I passed! Hooray. Even MORE YAY for me because I beat Vien overall! Happy happy dim sum (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's rock again today. And this time, I get to watch in &lt;u&gt;peace&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111717384847434714?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111717384847434714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111717384847434714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111717384847434714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111717384847434714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/05/prank-me-baby.html' title='prank me baby'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111677659521395792</id><published>2005-05-22T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:46:56.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchayy</title><content type='html'>HOORAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the BITCH is online and she's feeling fcuken guilty for her actions! wahaha. SHE SHOULD. Everyone hates her for what she has done to OUR lives and WE want her to vanish from this BEAUTIFUL world. SHOO. You are unwanted. WE abandon you. Fcuk off lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYNESS! It feels so satistfying to know that SHE is feeling guilty. Tralala -i'm dancing at her funeral. Battle of the ex-s is finally coming to an end and i think VICTORY goes to (who else but..) ME (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;wahababdulbinteAMIRAHisindeepSHITandsheissuchaBITCHthatnoonewantstobeherbestfriend&lt;br /&gt;YAYiamsohappyforher(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111677659521395792?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111677659521395792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111677659521395792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111677659521395792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111677659521395792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/05/bitchayy.html' title='bitchayy'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111677556907569175</id><published>2005-05-22T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:26:09.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so &lt;em&gt;Malay &lt;/em&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;majlis perkahwinan before madrasah was a total BORE. All the old people reunite and chit chat for long hours while the children stuff themselves with fatty food like desserts and &lt;em&gt;kuehs&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, I belong to the latter group. And i feel so much heavier today -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madrasah quiz was BLEAH and i think i'm gonna flunk. Hazel was being such a bitch today and i shall not state why. The guys in my ugama class think they're so cool talking about sex and pornography but i tell you, they don't even know the basics. I dislike sitting at the back of the class with those bunch of immature jerks. It's much better to be sitting with the nerds like Hafiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr you-know-who smsed today while i was having my ugama test. Patch? Hmm. I'll get back with you. I need to refer to my sources first ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch is being her bitchy self and trust me, i'll keep on bitching about her if she doesn't stop being her bitchy self -BITCH. I swear i'd be dancing at your funeral YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111677556907569175?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111677556907569175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111677556907569175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111677556907569175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111677556907569175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/05/mim.html' title='mim'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111669086097133280</id><published>2005-05-21T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T23:54:20.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawn</title><content type='html'>i am sleeping late tonight all because of my stupid ugama test tomorrow. Burn midnight oil, as they say. BAHH. I despise tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently read my cousin's livejournal and his latest entry cracks me up. As usual, being his bitchy self. I wish to be as bitchy as him but whateverr. I'm so &lt;i&gt;kental&lt;/i&gt;. And my vocab is like 0.21879749749% of his. No wonder he is in TK and I'm stuck in SPF. Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse McCartney's Songs are RUBBISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're all like soo POP and nothing else. Irritating lah. His songs are all so full of JOY for this one girl. So BRIGHT. So HAPPY. Eh, please lah. Enough. Go bring your &lt;em&gt;jiwangness&lt;/em&gt; somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one whole month without mr you-know-who SUCKS.  Today would've been our third annie but BLANK. He's not here. He doesn't even belong to me.  I'm all alone ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for the 15th of June!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111669086097133280?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111669086097133280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111669086097133280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111669086097133280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111669086097133280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/05/yawn.html' title='yawn'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111642525305358227</id><published>2005-05-18T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T22:07:33.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>most of today was total BLEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wasn't talking to me and obviously she hates me. I didn't notice it until Maths lesson but heck care, my mummy says they are bad friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think iceman knows that i'm obsessed with him. He keeps staring at me in an uncanny manner. Milo and Aini were so sleek without their ties. Alec vs Aslam Khan -wordWAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;games are fun when we are bored. And thanks to the games and the darlings, ICEMAN KISSES ME (: . YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macs with my &lt;a href="http://zaksimplegerl.blogspot.com"&gt;sista love&lt;/a&gt; was joy for me. I like her syarahans. They are very useful (: . Especially the one about 'true love'. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open your mouth and SPEAK UP.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy for you to BITCH but it's so hard for you to talk sense.&lt;br /&gt;Hate me for all i care.&lt;br /&gt;I can live in solitaire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111642525305358227?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111642525305358227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111642525305358227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111642525305358227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111642525305358227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/05/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111633991657275889</id><published>2005-05-17T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T22:25:16.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misses and kisses</title><content type='html'>i don't get Mdm Zaleela. She seems lazy when it comes to Guides programmes. So totally not enthusiastic at all. Such a BORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didn't tell us about Changkat Campfire on the 28th and expects US to go to HER like she's some sort of QUEEN to us. Bloody hell, we're not your slaves, okay. And the invitation was supposed to be for all of us, not only for you to represent us all. Please think before you say NO. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasy, zakiah and susu went to Bugis without us -blah. What I'm angry about is that they didn't want us to follow yet rasy apologizes to us before going. Like, fcuk off for all i care! I'm going to the beach on friday and YOU PEOPLE are not invited. Shitazzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad's twin was at macs today and because of him, i got all jittery and sweaty before even ordering my burger. I have phobia of counters with guys -shhh. Penknives are true love because they make this red stuff ooze out of your skin when you want them to touch you. My F mark is still there so HOORAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatted with mr you-know-who today and ijal was online too. Lucky me that bitch wasn't online if not i'd be in a very cranky mood. i missed him soo much like 9172843174 billion trillion times. And finally i got to at least chat with him today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also chatted with my kakak angkat fadilah while layan-ing the two boys. I think ijal wanted to ask me something but he didn't dare to so BAHH anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG! Iceman climbed just now and he was F.HOT! He was half-naked but his tanned skin seemed erm OVERtanned -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHADIQ (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111633991657275889?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111633991657275889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111633991657275889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111633991657275889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111633991657275889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/05/misses-and-kisses.html' title='misses and kisses'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111625184436105897</id><published>2005-05-16T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T21:57:24.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shafeekah's party</title><content type='html'>AWESOMEfantasticTERRIFICwonderful -simply YAYNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when buying her present, mas and me saw WAN SKY! Like, FOR REAL THIS TIME! Hooray. Mission accomplished (: . That was the only wonderful thing that happened to us today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;journey to our destination took us 1hr 10mins just because of those damn signs for directions. Ugh. I have many reasons to hate East Coast now. Turned out, we were like in the wrong place -PIT 'F' instead of 'D'. To our surprise, when we reached there, it happened to be the SAME PIT that we were at last year for our class BBQ party. Utter embarassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate ate ate. That's all we did. And OH! We sat on the rocks and admired the waves. Not really peaceful, i should say. Pasir Ris is so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had blisters on my soles and they fcuking hurt. My scars have dried up. I hate my angel now because he is a meanie and told me to SHUT UP. What has gotten into you darling? My love for you is slowly fading away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aini and aamir were damn hot in their black shirts. Haha. Too bad birthday boy wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;beaches are pure love (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111625184436105897?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111625184436105897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111625184436105897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111625184436105897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111625184436105897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/05/shafeekahs-party.html' title='shafeekah&apos;s party'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111604666155346109</id><published>2005-05-13T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T12:59:13.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sun, sand, beach</title><content type='html'>tanned-skin is what i don't like. Now, i look like some lost bangla person. Should've brought sunblock but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that, us together with atiq, ayu, nadirah, elyssa and khairina took bus 291 to the interchange. On the way there, we happened to see mr you-know-who, ruz and boyfriend-stealer at the traffic light. It wasn't a beautiful sight to see -for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so kfc it was. I cried there and hooray for faz, haz and rizal as they came to my rescue. Thanks for comforting me guys, and atiq! Love you guys many many &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obscene books are happy so we headed to the library while waiting for the guys praying. Yes, they are religious unlike mister fcuker and friend. When they finished, we hanged around til 2.20pm because dear faz had to meet his darl fezra (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there we three. Pasir ris with mnm was fun. We stripped behind trees and played in the sea. Problems were in forms of sticks and we let them drift into the unknown sea. Farewell fcukers and fcukeretts, you will not be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 my angel no more -sobs.&lt;/3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111604666155346109?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111604666155346109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111604666155346109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111604666155346109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111604666155346109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/05/sun-sand-beach.html' title='sun, sand, beach'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111590840806606274</id><published>2005-05-12T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T13:01:51.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scars</title><content type='html'>penknives are love and i love making alphabet scars (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to mcdonald's with mas and rizal. It was joy and peaceful for once. Three make a good team. The girls were already at kfc that time so we decided to meet at the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art at sunplaza was fun! Rizal and mas were happy company and YAY we made our own trademark -scars (: . They are so bloody nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to the beach with mas tomorrow. De-stressing is what we're gonna do and i so hope we won't meet anyone there. I want PEACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have an F scar on my wrist and it hurts just like how he hurt me except this time, i can actually SEE the blood )':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111590840806606274?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111590840806606274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111590840806606274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111590840806606274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111590840806606274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/05/scars.html' title='scars'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111573209126544746</id><published>2005-05-10T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T21:34:51.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy days</title><content type='html'>i hope i'd be healthy enough to sit for my Maths Paper 2 this Thursday! I hate it when it rains and i forgot my umbrella -hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate lunch at Afghan because we didn't want the monster to show her temper. &lt;em&gt;Bitch&lt;/em&gt;. So to the dome we go. Decided to study under the block instead so it was art time. Hanis called Rasyid to come down to give us a visit and YAY he did. He isn't handsome. Just 10% cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angel likes me ! hoorayness (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111573209126544746?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111573209126544746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111573209126544746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111573209126544746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111573209126544746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/05/rainy-days.html' title='rainy days'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111556136078121625</id><published>2005-05-08T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:09:20.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>panic time !</title><content type='html'>my table is a mess! Science papers everywhere. Tomorrow is Science and i'm mugging like mad. I have to score a distinction this time! PURE CLASS, here i come! (i hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*light decomposes the silver bromine, coating on the photographic films into different shades of silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW THE HECK CAN I REMEMBER THAT?! Chapter 5 &amp; 6 is tough enough. What else Chemical Changes? BAHH.. Nothing can stop me from getting to PURE CLASS though. PURE PURE PURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zed is a clever ass but he doesn't want to go to PURE CLASS. What a waste. He should've given me all the genius in him so i can get to PURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*when is an ion formed? Answer : When an atom gains or loses an electron and becomes electrically neutral (: YAY. (no i did not cheat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to buck up for my science and maths to get to pure so help me GOD! I need a tutor! &lt;em&gt;PRONTO.&lt;/em&gt; Crash course!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray for me fellow friends. I am in desperate need to get A1s!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111556136078121625?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111556136078121625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111556136078121625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111556136078121625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111556136078121625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/05/panic-time.html' title='panic time !'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111539286759602836</id><published>2005-05-06T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T23:21:07.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breakfast with them</title><content type='html'>mum gave me $10 for McDonald's breafast today. Love love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate big breakfast with a very chubby view. Afiqster and gang sat at the opposite table and Raudha was too short to block my view. After some fatty food, burned some calories by walking round TM. Bought my foolscap and headed out. It was only 11 something. So much more time to waste so me, Nilam, Raudha and Atiq decided to visit the Ali Pom Masters. Rasyidah and Hanis went home and there was no poking fun ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali Pom is such a childish game. I still can't seem to understand how the game goes but it was enjoyable since most the guys were half-naked ;p . Angel had me drooling at his hot bod! He was F.HOT showing his topless body! He is so much more hott-er than Kas XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played soccer in the hut and at around 1pm it rained and so THEY played in the rain. I am a good girl and i didn't want to get sick for my mids. After the rain stopped, the guys decided to do some sliding stunts on the slippery floor which was super hilarious. Kas and some other guys did some legfcuking and it was unsightly. When we wrapped things up, I was the only one who was dry and i hated it. I was in such a bad mood that day, unknown reason. Angel shook my hand to say goodbye but accidentally tripped on the small longkang and he held my hand tight (: YAY. I love my Angel oh so much &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Ariffin at the library and WEEWIIT because he waved at me! Happiness (:&lt;br /&gt;Rashid is not botak lah. He is still his handsome self :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111539286759602836?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111539286759602836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111539286759602836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111539286759602836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111539286759602836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/05/breakfast-with-them.html' title='breakfast with them'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111528690806854811</id><published>2005-05-05T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T17:55:08.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girls only</title><content type='html'>lunchtime at Afghanistan was yumm. Chicken rice and Nasi Lemak - we are true malays. Bandung was pinkishly delish and all this cost me only 70cents (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interchange was fun but that mcdonald's guy was so f.sombong. Stingy person - didn't even want to give me one coupon. Faggish. Had to walk pass him 1290714 before he gave me one FREAKING coupon. I don't like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;west cc was boring. Saw Ryan, Shaha and Rai there. After that went to meet Faris, Ken and gang. They were playing Ali Pom under Alfi's block. Walked through all the blocks but no sign of them so we decided to head home. I was in a temper when they called me. I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this part of the plan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111528690806854811?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111528690806854811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111528690806854811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111528690806854811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111528690806854811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/05/girls-only.html' title='girls only'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12211687.post-111521308060800888</id><published>2005-05-04T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T21:24:40.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lunchtime</title><content type='html'>school ended at noon today since that was the time our english paper ended. Walked baglessly to the nearest coffeeshop as our canteen was closed. Faris was going somewhere with the other Faris, Danial and Hanzalah. Why should i care anyways..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned out we couldn't find a comfortable place to eat so we WALKED to Tampines Interchange to eat Chicken Rice - Mas was craving for it. Finally we found a perfect place; KAMPUNG CHAI CHEE RESTAURANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to our surprise, guess who we saw there? Faris and gang. YAY. We ate at the table next to them and it was so nice to see mr you-know-who (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aide Iskandar was there having lunch! He's so handsome (:&lt;br /&gt;English Paper was BAHH and i don't wanna talk about it ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12211687-111521308060800888?l=mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/111521308060800888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12211687&amp;postID=111521308060800888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111521308060800888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12211687/posts/default/111521308060800888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybrutal-romance.blogspot.com/2005/05/lunchtime.html' title='lunchtime'/><author><name>mkhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077822996509020690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/mkhai/shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
