<?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-17331364</id><updated>2011-07-18T09:39:29.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm contemplating matters</title><subtitle type='html'>my life + everything you need to know about it</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-116744514755099488</id><published>2006-12-29T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T18:19:07.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>selamat pengantin baru dr anas + aireen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3445/1668/1600/546693/DSC05097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3445/1668/320/632223/DSC05097.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3445/1668/1600/515143/DSC05117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3445/1668/320/831738/DSC05117.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-116744514755099488?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/116744514755099488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/116744514755099488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/12/selamat-pengantin-baru-dr-anas-aireen.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;selamat pengantin baru dr anas + aireen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-115895434589860364</id><published>2006-09-22T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T12:45:45.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't see much of nature</title><content type='html'>hey there people!! i'm at ena's house and it does seem to me that the only time i'll update my post is when i'm here. well, can't really do it all the time right. malu lah geng. anyway, i took the lrt to setiawangsa with kak ena cause i thought it would bring back college memories. it did, but it also reminded me why i always stand in the train instead of taking a seat. no reason to explain but having kak ena with me was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whose here?? kakna, abizan, kak ena's 2 students, and of course the happy syemism family. i'm tired and sleepy, i've got like, let me see...2 and half hours to go. pasar tani pukul 6.30, god deng it betul, sampai tengah hari mesti mengantuk gila. btw, thanks for a great day you guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day people!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-115895434589860364?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/115895434589860364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/115895434589860364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-cant-see-much-of-nature.html' title='i can&apos;t see much of nature'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-115756289933762787</id><published>2006-09-06T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T10:14:59.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we're strangers in different ways</title><content type='html'>hello there! been a long,long time since i wrote in here. i'll have to be honest though, i don't miss it. not that i'm lazy, no, seriously i'm not. i use to like letting go of my thought through my blog but i've stopped, same goes wih my offline journal. i use to write in it like everyday but then i quit doing that too. guess life stopped being interesting for awhile there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am at syamly+ena's apartment for a sleepover. just kakna and myself. ifzan couldn't join us cause he wasn't feeling well so we had to drive there all by ourselves. was pretty scary, y'know the thought of me having to drive through kl's busy streets, avoiding crazy drivers. thought having kakna with me could stop me panicking on the street but we got lost for awhile there and the both of us started to panic. she was a big help in the end though, reached the apartment at half past 10. thanks kakna, i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all folk. have a nice day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-115756289933762787?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/115756289933762787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/115756289933762787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/09/were-strangers-in-different-ways.html' title='we&apos;re strangers in different ways'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-114947810387569292</id><published>2006-06-05T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T09:32:46.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't give a rats ass</title><content type='html'>last saturday was a very tiring day for me and the rest of the guys who stayed till 11 to bake the 4 orders of cupcakes we got for that day. very tiring indeed but then we still went to watch a movie later that night, well it wasn't actually night time when kak jiji and myself snuck out of the house to pick abizan up, it was already 10 mins past midnight. we went to check out mutiara damansara's brand new mall, cineleisure and went straight to the cinema. man that place is huge, and nice, and airy, considering none of the shops were opened yet, and tiring, it was kind of a long walk from where we parked our car to the cinema, so yeah. kak jiji accidently left her purse in the car so we had to walk back to parking lot , went back up to pay for our tickets and went up to the waiting area where they had this big screen tv showing previews of upcoming movies and TADAAA!!!! right at the corner was an area where you could surf the net. for FREE!!! what makes it  even better is, its way faster than ours at the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch with pijah and pms later. what shall i have, what. shall. i. have......???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on other unrelated events, i've been missing my family like badly this past few days. i've been calling them almost everyday now but no one seems to pick up the phone. woi...campak phone dalam longkang lah kalau tak reti nak angkat. SORRY, i'm being paranoid, i know, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day people!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-114947810387569292?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/114947810387569292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/114947810387569292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-give-rats-ass.html' title='i don&apos;t give a rats ass'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-114861611076992345</id><published>2006-05-26T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:01:50.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something here inside</title><content type='html'>bali was nice, yeah i realise thats like old news but i don't care. i won't post any pics though cause i'm sorta using clicks old computer and i'm really sure if i could upload any picture from here. the pc broke down a couple weeks which sometimes leaves me walking around the office thinkng what i should do for my free time and wondering whatever will happen if i ever decided to never update this blog again. well, actually, this happened, i opened, i decided i should update cause i wanted to and cause i have a million and one thoughts and rants to let out. my journal by now is just full of empty pages which i sometimes fill in with angry thoughts about why my hands are being just god damn annoying + frustrating the past few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the past few days has been nothing but tiring. yesterday, i felt so mengantuk but jam baru pukul 8.30, kakna dah pengsan lama on the bed. i kept myself awake by playing adam's keyboard in the guest room which by the way really helped. and i got myself to learn how to play fly me to the moon on the keyboard. i'm so proud of myself, hahaha. well, tunggu punya tunggu minah cupcakes tu datang jugak, i passed her the cakes, she gave me the cash i went back up and continued to play till 11.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i deleted my last post just because the pictures were too big and when i tried to post it again but couldn't cause i deleted the original pics from my thumbdrive and the pictures from my photobucket couldn't be resize cause i've already done it once before, so yeah. well, theres a sentence without a single fullstop in it. try reading it non stop and see how long you could hold your breath. i'm kidding but i did try and succeed reading it 3 times without a single breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day people!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-114861611076992345?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/114861611076992345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/114861611076992345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/05/something-here-inside.html' title='something here inside'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-114352516028882771</id><published>2006-03-28T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T21:52:40.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and god said 'LET THERE BE LIGHT!!!!'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC05874.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC05873.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC05870.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img 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type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-god-said-let-there-be-light.html' title='&lt;b&gt;and god said &apos;LET THERE BE LIGHT!!!!&apos;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-114352436097759033</id><published>2006-03-28T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T21:39:21.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the spotlight fades away</title><content type='html'>so, people its been awhile since i last wrote in here. bukan malas or trying to be anti social but i haven't had the time to blog, so yeah.  i'm leaving to kk tomorrow and i can't wait to see my family. book a ticket from airasia and those guys weren't exactly helpful, tahu lah murah but still, can't they at least treat us nicely on the phone. thanks though. so people, don't go missing me too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much has been happening this past few weeks, yang baik ada yang tak baik pun ada. abizan just burnt a cd for me, thanks man, you are beautiful. i just uploaded some random photos from kakna's collection and some of it maybe sama with kakna punya but what the hell right. oh, sorry na, don't angry ya, i ruff you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC05441.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC05420.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC05565.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC05586.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC05775.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC05829.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC05854.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC05925.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC05991.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06029.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06101.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06035.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06158.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise the pictures tak ikut turutan cause i can't exactly remember which happened first or after but you just love random pictures like this, i know i do. kk here i come!!!!! have a nice day people!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-114352436097759033?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/114352436097759033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/114352436097759033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-spotlight-fades-away.html' title='when the spotlight fades away'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-114178790019053035</id><published>2006-03-08T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T19:44:29.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i had to break the window</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/lights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello people, a lot has been happening this past few days and it has been nothing but great to me. been busy too this couple of days with all sort of things. short post kali nie, i know but i'll come up with something. and encik zuhri, saya akan buat tag anda tuh, i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kepada mereka2 yang telah me-wish saya, thank you verrry2 much. i know you lap me, heheheheh...i lap you too!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-114178790019053035?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/114178790019053035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/114178790019053035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-had-to-break-window.html' title='i had to break the window'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-114127623818023662</id><published>2006-03-02T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T21:11:20.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to rumah tumpangan sama-sama y'all!!!</title><content type='html'>post nih khas untuk encik zuhri, i don't know how to explain the place to you but i know its a nice place to duduk lah. sila amati gambar-gambar yang saya telah include kan di sini bersama dengan sedikit sebanyak informasi yang saya create sendiri, don't worry all information is betul wan, i hope so. pictures are courtesy of superdzu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC04899.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this place got 2 floors. bilik kitorang kat bawah so this is the pemandangan you will get when you keluar from the bilik. banyak trinkets kat keluar yang cantik + pelik but not for sale yo. moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC04904.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, keluar2 je bilik ada kolam ikan yang dipenuhi dengan pepohon kecil cam dalam gambar tuh. dok kat luar malam2 best gilerrs sb sejuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC04966.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pemandangan kat luar from tingkap bilik. as you can see on your right side ada sinki where you can berus gigi, if you berus gigi lah. perempuan ngan towel tu (nama dirahsiakan ats sb2 yg tak munasabah) tengah nak masuk bilik mandi. bilik mandi ada dua, no water heater. if wan water heater, sila berambus. its rm10 per night for gods sake. on the very left side ada jalan untuk gi belakang where they have a laundry room and toilet. sit wan got, cangkung also got. please bring along tisu if you wish to melepas because they don't provide any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC04900.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the same scenery like the top picture but with more trinkets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, utk orang2 yang berkenaan, i hope this pictures and guides help you out a bit. if it still doesn't i don't know what to say. i very tired already thinking about what to write up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to superdzu for the pictures. have a nice day people!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-114127623818023662?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/114127623818023662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/114127623818023662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/03/welcome-to-rumah-tumpangan-sama-sama.html' title='welcome to rumah tumpangan sama-sama y&apos;all!!!'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-114118682007496469</id><published>2006-03-01T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T20:20:21.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>burn the bridges and telephone</title><content type='html'>abg afif called yesterday and told me he just bought a brand new pc. congrats to you!!!! said he could give me papa's old laptop. helloooo, isn't the laptop like broken in half already, but hey, thanks for the offer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to kedai gambar yang same row ngan office lama to process the penang film. lama siut film tu dok dalam drawer. tengah kecut perut menanti the outcome of the picture cause i used the lca. of course kalau gambar tak jadi, i will cry slowly thinking that i just wasted rm20.60 for gambar yang tak jadi. please...please jadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni satu lagi gambar yang dikorek dari cd collection click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC04971.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day people!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-114118682007496469?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/114118682007496469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/114118682007496469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/03/burn-bridges-and-telephone.html' title='burn the bridges and telephone'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-114113588737219206</id><published>2006-02-28T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T06:13:47.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let the weight of the world drift away</title><content type='html'>so people, nothing interesting happened the past few days. i'll just put it in point form just to make my life easier. yes, so i'm a bit malas today, bite me. i've been sitting in front of the computer the whole day and my eyes hurt like hell. my ears hurt too cause my scarf keeps bending them into my head. owww...owww!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- went to kak ena's house last friday night for satay and soto. abizan didn't come cause he was too sick to join us, i drove and my freaking heart almost burst when i entered kl. abizan usually does the driving so yeah. people there are mad drivers man. helped kak ena + izmir decorate edlan's birthday cake and i made a tiny weeny ladybird out of marzipan. i'm so proud of myself!!! (sukahati lah nak perasan) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- went to rasta and met up with the bloggers on saturday night. ate satay again, everyone chipped in to pay for that and for the rest of the food we ordered later after that. i drank 3 barley suam and....oh yeah, cikpijah and i got sembured ngan air liur cikpms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- on sunday morning i went to ss2 with kakna, kak yati and a.chik cause they wanted to beli kain kat kamdar. sampai kat sana tengok2 kedai tutup. pi ikano lepas tu cause kak yati nak beli birthday present utk anak kawan dia. kakna, a.chik and me waited in the car  while she went up. tunggu punya tunggu, half an hour later baru mak adam turun. sent a. chik to a. che ah's house then drove to damansara indah to send kak yati. that day i verrrry tired. sebab penat sangat i thought it was saturday but the next day i woke up at 8 and kakna asked to mandi, ya Allah....senin rupanya, rasa cam nangis tak berlagu je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yesterday, went to the office as usual, jalan gi mcd to buy some orange juice and did my work. kakna got an email from a friend saying she wanted to order 72 cupcakes from us. WOOHOO!!!! balik lunch and after that terus gi kedai cake to buy kotak cake. cari recipe for chocolate cake and by six we all dah ada kat rumah. changed to my shorts and started baking. 4 hours later, TADAA!!! 72 cupcakes ready to be served. penat gilerrrs i tell yewww. mandi-mandi later after that and terus zzzzzzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so itu lah yang terjadi three days ago. not so interesting lah, ok only loh. oooh, i found this picture of kak jiji a few weeks back while going through the cd album. i had to ask for her approval before i put it in here and she did. jangan terkezuts y'all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC04124.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day people!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-114113588737219206?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/114113588737219206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/114113588737219206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/02/let-weight-of-world-drift-away.html' title='let the weight of the world drift away'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-114068143249652642</id><published>2006-02-22T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T01:01:49.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>release themselves from nostalgia</title><content type='html'>here's a photo of kakna, abizan and my friend, as promised. kakna said she already had one of these photos posted on her blog sometime last year but what the hell right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/dea3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/zano2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say hello to my hommies people....:)&lt;br /&gt;kakna, abizan, sila cakap hi baliks ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/dea4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paul frank is my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found a couple of wm's picture while going thru our burnt cd collection. am still missing that place dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC04043.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC04020.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC04031.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakna's going drinking with abanas later today. he's going to o.c for a dental conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note to kakna + abizan...&lt;br /&gt;sukahatilah nak jaga tepi kain orang &lt;br /&gt;ke tak. why, you guys want to join&lt;br /&gt;issit????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-114068143249652642?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/114068143249652642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/114068143249652642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/02/release-themselves-from-nostalgia.html' title='release themselves from nostalgia'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-114042676171451537</id><published>2006-02-20T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T01:15:38.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my second life in office mediocrity</title><content type='html'>papa was here last week, he's gone back now and yes, i miss him. i spent like hours with him shopping and bringing him here and there. well actually by 'here and there' i meant around damansara perdana like ikea, ikano, curve and tesco. it was the longest time i've ever spent with my dad since i came here. bought some junk food for them and bought tiar a kite for his birthday. enjoy the gift tiar!!!! but knowing them maybe the sticks that use to hold the kite together would eventually turn into a weapon to kejar his brothers or ina and ketuk kepala sorang2. well, i said maybe, it could not happen for all i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/bapaSaya.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say hello to my dad...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went to asia jaya and i waited in the car while papa went out to endorse his ticket at the mppj building. izzat made me a cd called "moments of our life' and i thought it was the best present i've ever received, thanks zat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helloooo, there's such thing as a belt people. have a nice day everyone!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-114042676171451537?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/114042676171451537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/114042676171451537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-second-life-in-office-mediocrity.html' title='my second life in office mediocrity'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-114041568893561414</id><published>2006-02-20T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T01:27:43.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't hide beneath my sheets</title><content type='html'>10 FIRSTS&lt;br /&gt;first best friend: ayu, tadika.&lt;br /&gt;first item you stole: jeruk bungkus kat koperasi i.p.s.i&lt;br /&gt;first pet: black + white cat name ida&lt;br /&gt;first piercing: my ear lah&lt;br /&gt;first school: kindergarten kat manila&lt;br /&gt;first house location: taman keramat&lt;br /&gt;first crush: faizal namanya masa kat standard 1&lt;br /&gt;first kiss: same guy...oohhh gila. parents dapat tahu nie mampus saya.&lt;br /&gt;first car: mitsubishi lancer (kereta parents lah, i don't own one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 LASTS&lt;br /&gt;last time you smoked: i don't smoke&lt;br /&gt;last food you ate: jambu ngan asam, sedaaaap.&lt;br /&gt;last movie you watched on dvd at home: cheaper by the dozen 2&lt;br /&gt;last movie you watched at the cinema: derailed, ok loh.&lt;br /&gt;last text message: kak disc 1 u boleh tengok guna vcd or pc ok. but the second disc u must use pc. call me kalau tak dapat pasang disc 2. by the way thanks for the late notice about the seaweed. by izzat. kak me tak pakai handphone lg. so kalau u nak call me, call handphone mama bye.(mmg tak tahu guna short formlah adik saya ni, but i still love you)&lt;br /&gt;last music video u saw: kelly clarkson- behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;last song you listened to: the boy is mine remix&lt;br /&gt;last words you said: dessert cina yang bla...bla...bla...(superdzu baru tanya soalan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 HAVE-YOU-EVERS&lt;br /&gt;dated a best friend: nope&lt;br /&gt;been arrested: pernah, dalam mimpi.&lt;br /&gt;been on TV: yes, tapi tak pernah puas hati tengok diri sendiri naik 5kg cam tu je. damn you cameras.&lt;br /&gt;eaten sushi: ahuh.&lt;br /&gt;cheated on your BF/GF: no comment&lt;br /&gt;been on a blind date: not yet&lt;br /&gt;been out of the country: yes&lt;br /&gt;been in love: definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 THINGS YOU ARE WEARING&lt;br /&gt;1. birthday blouse&lt;br /&gt;2. kamiseta jeans&lt;br /&gt;3. old scarf&lt;br /&gt;4. birthday shoes&lt;br /&gt;5. bracelet frm petaling street&lt;br /&gt;6. casio watch&lt;br /&gt;7. my necklace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 THINGS YOU HAVE DONE TODAY&lt;br /&gt;1. showered&lt;br /&gt;2. drank coffee&lt;br /&gt;3. checked my blog&lt;br /&gt;4. left comments&lt;br /&gt;5. buy fruits&lt;br /&gt;6. have lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 FAVORITE THINGS&lt;br /&gt;1. good music&lt;br /&gt;2. people&lt;br /&gt;3. good books&lt;br /&gt;4. desserts&lt;br /&gt;5. internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 PEOPLE YOU TRUST THE MOST&lt;br /&gt;1. family&lt;br /&gt;2. certain people&lt;br /&gt;3. x&lt;br /&gt;4. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;br /&gt;1. hapus kan dosa saya yang berlambak2&lt;br /&gt;2. make my family happy&lt;br /&gt;3. get rich or die trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 CHOICES&lt;br /&gt;vanilla or chocolate: dunno lah, both also i like.&lt;br /&gt;rock or rap: neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 PERSON YOU WANT TO SEE RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;the person who invented this tag, cehh...see already...not so hensem also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people i'd like to tag.... &lt;br /&gt;no one, everyone i know dah kena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go, going back for lunch. have a nice day people!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-114041568893561414?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/114041568893561414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/114041568893561414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-cant-hide-beneath-my-sheets.html' title='i can&apos;t hide beneath my sheets'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-114040704536045586</id><published>2006-02-20T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:12:51.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>little things make a big difference</title><content type='html'>i've been tagged last friday by none other than my cousin kakna. nothing interesting to show really, just the common stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/bagsaya.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. blue purse a present from kakna, she always like to give me stuff...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. triple 3 bag from wm, dah guna 3 bulan but haven't paid for it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. coin purse i bought at kk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. my cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. memoirs of a geisha book, yes...saya baru je nak baca nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. a calculator i got from papa for spm 5 years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. kunci office, kunci rumah and kunci to my heart. memang lah kunci last tu tak nampak, gila ke apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. my faithful nokia 2650 given to me by mummy dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. chewing gum untuk mewangikan mulut saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. my monthly planner a.k.a scrapbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's in my triple 3 bag????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/meBag.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my stationaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my yet to be processed penang film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. premenstrual and fever pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ralph lauren edt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. clip rambut, compact powder, lipbalm, lipstick, nail clipper and toothpick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i do have loads of stuff in my bag. oh, there's no picture of my bag anywhere in here cause someone said the bag looks ugly, no need to put lah ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the sambungan for 20 things you don't know about hanis. alaaa...tahu lah lambat, tapi bukannya saya sengaja. moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. there are times when i take cough syrups to make me fall asleep. hahah...gila kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. instead of picking my nose i sedut air in my hidung and blow it out everytime after mandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. i like to leave my foot bare when i wear my blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. i won't drink any coffee other then mcd's coffee (yum...yum).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. i always forget to call my mother when i said i would(bad, bad daughter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. wearing lotion + powder all over my body makes me feel fresh and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. my brother once poked me in the ear till it bled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. i use to like getting electricuted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoosh, that was long. have a nice day people!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-114040704536045586?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/114040704536045586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/114040704536045586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/02/little-things-make-big-difference.html' title='little things make a big difference'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113990323358586062</id><published>2006-02-14T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T23:47:13.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm whispering on the rooftop</title><content type='html'>went to petaling street and met up with kak ena. well..well..my very first visit to petaling street. yeah, never been there just dengar orang cerita about it only. the place was very panas, but interesting. went pass lots of shops but tak masuk sebab before that kakna, kak ena and abizan kena sebijik ngan the respective shop owners which shop they entered, garang siut. terus takut nak masuk kedai2 lain, sabar je lah. heaven though, for those looking for anything nice and cheap. bought myself a new gelang and lovin' it. had late lunch at kota raya then hung out at starbucks and the guys discussed about the talk while i read my book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC04589.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC04631.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC04636.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC04645.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC04646.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC04647.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC04650.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC04653.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC04656.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC04660.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhh...so many pictures ah. last time where got pictures this much. i'm verrry generous today, have a nice day everyone!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113990323358586062?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113990323358586062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113990323358586062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-whispering-on-rooftop.html' title='i&apos;m whispering on the rooftop'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113989917495530402</id><published>2006-02-14T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:39:34.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>four is after three</title><content type='html'>i accidently tutup the fridge plug yesterday. EVERYTHING'S RUINED!!!. actually, i don't know what happen, never see yet cause kakna just told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 jobs i had in my life&lt;br /&gt;1. pemegang banner kat sekolah rendah&lt;br /&gt;2. bendahari kat sekolah menengah&lt;br /&gt;3. dzurina's mini me&lt;br /&gt;4. ventriloquist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 movies i could watch over + over&lt;br /&gt;1. empire records&lt;br /&gt;2. pride + prejudice&lt;br /&gt;3. jury duty&lt;br /&gt;4. madagascar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 tv shows i love to watch&lt;br /&gt;1. the oc&lt;br /&gt;2. veronice mars&lt;br /&gt;3. scrubs&lt;br /&gt;4. c.s.i (ori only ah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places i've lived (in no particular order as well)&lt;br /&gt;1. tg. malim&lt;br /&gt;2. damansara utama&lt;br /&gt;3. kota kinabalu&lt;br /&gt;4. manila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places i've been on vacation to&lt;br /&gt;1. sipadan island&lt;br /&gt;2. kalumpang&lt;br /&gt;3. queenstown&lt;br /&gt;4. lake pukaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places i'd rather be in&lt;br /&gt;1. japan &lt;br /&gt;2. rome &lt;br /&gt;3. morocco&lt;br /&gt;4. new zealand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of my favorite food&lt;br /&gt;1. soft shell crab sushi(yum..yum)&lt;br /&gt;2. dan hua cake&lt;br /&gt;3. kuey tiaw goreng&lt;br /&gt;4. ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 websites i visit daily&lt;br /&gt;1. blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;2. hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;3. x&lt;br /&gt;4. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 victims to do this tag&lt;br /&gt;1. abang syamly&lt;br /&gt;2. waq&lt;br /&gt;3. x&lt;br /&gt;4. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy valentines everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113989917495530402?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113989917495530402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113989917495530402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/02/four-is-after-three.html' title='four is after three'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113946869181585872</id><published>2006-02-09T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:04:51.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rolling over just to have you there</title><content type='html'>kakna tagged me a few days ago. better answering this than having to die painfully, and don't judge me on this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Three names you go by&lt;br /&gt;a) hanis&lt;br /&gt;b) nisnos&lt;br /&gt;c) nurul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Three screen names you've had&lt;br /&gt;a) hanisisawesome&lt;br /&gt;b) stolen car&lt;br /&gt;c) nhanis84&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Three things you like bout yaself&lt;br /&gt;a) i am a clean freak&lt;br /&gt;b) i'm hygenic &lt;br /&gt;c) i like books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Three things you dont like bout yaself&lt;br /&gt;a) i'm fickle minded&lt;br /&gt;b) i think too much about certain people&lt;br /&gt;c) i don't trust people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Three parts of your heritage&lt;br /&gt;a) one part crazy&lt;br /&gt;b) two parts cuckoo&lt;br /&gt;c) and a pinch of sugar(yes, just like superdzu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Three things that scare you (or mostly creeps you out)&lt;br /&gt;a) cockaroach&lt;br /&gt;b) running out of underwears&lt;br /&gt;c) no music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Three of your everyday essential&lt;br /&gt;a) books&lt;br /&gt;b) internet/tv&lt;br /&gt;c) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Three things you're wearing right now&lt;br /&gt;a) lusuh tee&lt;br /&gt;b) levis 550&lt;br /&gt;c) very old scarf &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Three of your favorite bands (or artist at the moment)&lt;br /&gt;a) foo fighters&lt;br /&gt;b) pete yorn&lt;br /&gt;c) natalie imbruglia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Three of your favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;a) everybody's changing-keane&lt;br /&gt;b) don't look back in anger-oasis&lt;br /&gt;c) delicate-damien rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Three new things you'd like to try in the next 12 months&lt;br /&gt;a) my new mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;b) riding on the intrakota&lt;br /&gt;c) to have cash in my bank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Three things you want in a relationship (love included in the package)&lt;br /&gt;a) sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;b) faithful&lt;br /&gt;c) muscular manly arms(again, like superdzu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Two truths and a lie&lt;br /&gt;a) i like being alone sometimes&lt;br /&gt;b) i like good music &lt;br /&gt;c) i talk alot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Three people who have to take this quiz now or die painfully.&lt;br /&gt;a) none really, everyone i know dah buat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoosh...that was hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're meeting amy this sunday. she's been visiting the gym this past few weeks so i've heard, good for you buddy!!! i'm missing everyone right now. went through some files and found job application papers in them. looked through amy's + diyana's + zihan's paper and laughed alone in the office when i read them. ahhh..the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day people!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113946869181585872?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113946869181585872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113946869181585872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/02/rolling-over-just-to-have-you-there.html' title='rolling over just to have you there'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113945749797279660</id><published>2006-02-09T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T20:07:05.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>turn into something beautiful</title><content type='html'>kak jiji left for london early this morning. i'm going to miss her. i heard kakna talking to her on the phone last night. wanted to say goodbye but i was too sleepy and my eyes refused to open. byebye kak jiji, have fun and see you in 3 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, after writing the previous post, i realize i wasn't done with the '20 things you don't know about me' list yet. i'm not up to it yet but i'll finish it for sure. last night, i went to 1u with kakna and abizan to buy some stuff and bought the seaweed pretzel i've  been craving for, since like a month ago. em...em...em... it was nicing to the icing. i've been snacking alot this past few days, tengah2 malam pulak tu(damn you hormones).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC02670.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC03218.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC02594.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC02555.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC04128.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zihan was online so i said hi, she didn't reply back. eddy was online too and he said hi, said hi back but he dissapeared right after. yeah, shouldn't have start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go people, kakna wants me to dance with her in the pantry. have a nice day everyone!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113945749797279660?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113945749797279660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113945749797279660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/02/turn-into-something-beautiful.html' title='turn into something beautiful'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113921939476944075</id><published>2006-02-06T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T02:06:22.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>take me to another place</title><content type='html'>the o.c rockkkkks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ola people, i've been too lazy to go online and update anything this past few months, i realize that. but who the hell cares right. i just uploaded a couple of photos. none of them are recently taken though, i have new picture but i'm just again, too lazy to uplaod them now. give me time and i'll probably update in another...let me see...2 months maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC03702.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC03891.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC03883.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC02640.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC02645.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, he came by last friday which suprised me cause i never thought he would come visit me like ever. i bawa him makan lunch at kopitiam cause he tak makan lagi. did some catching up and then left. gave him a piece of my mind about the email he wrote. he kept saying 'i just want to be friends' and 'i don't know what to say' which btw made me feel like punching him. for gods sake man, I GET IT!!! inspite me saying i don't hate him, sorry man, i still do, well maybe just a wee bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a pantun for kak jiji earlier,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;petang tadi pegi mcd&lt;br /&gt;beli aiskrim + kopi&lt;br /&gt;london baby, jiji mari&lt;br /&gt;treat her well, she baik hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go, kak jiji wants to cry at her desk. she's going to london this thursday. have fun jiji agha!!! have a nice day people!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113921939476944075?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113921939476944075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113921939476944075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/02/take-me-to-another-place.html' title='take me to another place'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113827245706542605</id><published>2006-01-26T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T19:18:29.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 things you don't know about hanis</title><content type='html'>yesterday, kakna suggested that the four of us (kak jiji, abizan, kakna and myself) should write about something we could all share with the good people out there. so, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;20 things you don't know about me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (quit reading if you don't care to know. i don't care either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. i refuse to enter the toilet if i could smell the cockroach scent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. i wash my hands if i think whatever i touched looks disgusting and that goes with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;everything, and i mean everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. i like it when my foods are fresh. that's right i hate cold food, yucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. i like being alone sometimes and write in my beloved journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. when i'm angry i tend to express my anger in that journal of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. i always need good music with me everywhere i go. (yes, i bet you didn't know that too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. i hate it when people leave without saying goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. i hate being alone when there's thunder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. when i lepak at san fran i like ordering ice blended drinks, wait for it to melt and drink it bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by bit. reason being, i could sit there longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. i off my phone sometimes just to see how many missed calls i get when i switch it back on.it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;annoys the shit out of people who tries to call me, i know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. i hate eating the outer part of a cake that's been sitting in the fridge for so long. i always cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;whenever kakna sleep's over at her friend's house (which isn't too often btw) i secretly smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;inside cause i like to have the bed for myself and sleep in the middle with pillows all around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me. ahhh..naked paradise. i'm just playing, i never sleep naked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok, that's all i can think of right now. continue with it soon and ooh, i have new picture but i'm just too lazy to upload them now, hah. got to go people, kak jiji wants to go back and brush her kitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;have a nice day people!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113827245706542605?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113827245706542605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113827245706542605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/01/20-things-you-dont-know-about-hanis.html' title='20 things you don&apos;t know about hanis'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113766760888236905</id><published>2006-01-19T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T03:22:00.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i could just be what you don't want me to be</title><content type='html'>yesterday while going thru my purse i came across this photo. i've had it with me since the first day we took the picture. ahhh..memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/wmGIRLS.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found this, and a couple more stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/THEvillage.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my two year old movie ticket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/tia.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother's letter. soooo sweet...i love you tiar.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/flyDIE.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...this piece of paper, it wasn't from my purse though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakna's not here, she has, wait i'll go check the dictionary...D-I-A-R-R-H-O-E-A. earlier,  i asked abizan how to spell that word and he spelled it like this D-I-O-R-R-H-E-A, hehehe. next time if dunno how to spell don't laugh at people yang tak tahu eja. kakna said that the toilet is her best friend today. anyway, i went to ttdi's kfc and couldn't find any parking so i drove to ou and parked outside. it was so hot i could feel my brains boiling in my head. went out paid the parking and got 18 pieces worth of 50c as my balance, another sign i should be calling my mother. i should really call her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,  i learned something new about myself a couple of days before and that is, i hate delaying my book-reading cause if i do, i'd end up getting bored with the book and storing it away. i've read this british book kakna recomended to me and the book which had flowers on the front cover and the terminal man. all of that...half way read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day people!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113766760888236905?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113766760888236905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113766760888236905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/01/if-i-could-just-be-what-you-dont-want.html' title='if i could just be what you don&apos;t want me to be'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113758060812706574</id><published>2006-01-18T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T02:36:48.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time always kills the pain</title><content type='html'>hanging out at borders the other day with kakna and kak yati was nice. it was such a beautiful day, i even thought starbucks was nice. we went to eat sushi earlier and read books and magazine later. got hold of david sedaris's 'dress your family in corduroy+jeans' and thought it was funny eventhough i didn't laugh, couldn't make it too obvious in front of kakna and kak yati or they'd start asking me why i'm laughing and when i explain it to them, they'd either think that what i just said didn't make sense or wasn't funny at all. it happens sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the nike event and it was nice. ate a blueberry muffin and shared a cup of sunrise at coffee bean, abg admi's treat. thanks abg admi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC03582.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC03586.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC03587.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, abg afif called to ask if i wanted to join him and zam for lunch, ahh...how sweet of him. i've been asking him to keluar minum for the past few months and only now he ajak me, the reason being he almost had an accident and started missing his family. wtf, an accident!!! what is the matter with him. well, as long as he's fine and healthy, nothing else matters. anyway, we went to eat sushi at the curve and i swear that, that would be the only time i'd eat 131.00 ringgit worth of sushi ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ou last night for our movie. kakna wanted to watch pride+prejudice badly and she got her wish when we watched it last night. kak juju, kak jiji + kak yati was there too and the movie was super nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day people!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113758060812706574?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113758060812706574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113758060812706574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/01/time-always-kills-pain.html' title='time always kills the pain'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113722766777299483</id><published>2006-01-14T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T00:34:27.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>by all means neccesary</title><content type='html'>today i drove to shah alam alone and listened to loud music and drove at 150 km/h. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called eddy while i was driving to apologized for not getting to make it tonight. went to the office straight after shah alam so now i'm with this two looneys who refuse to go back. ooh, yesterday i asked abizan to download shape of my heart from backstreet boys. look, i know its a jinjang song but it reminds me of my adik beradik. we use to listen to the song everyday a long, long time ago. note the long, long time ago cause it has been years ok, not recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way i lied about the whole driving 150km/h thing. kakna tak menggelabah ke???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go, have a nice life people!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113722766777299483?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113722766777299483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113722766777299483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/01/by-all-means-neccesary.html' title='by all means neccesary'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113715228469848752</id><published>2006-01-13T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T03:38:04.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the glass and a half device</title><content type='html'>the past couple of days has been really hard for me and i mean really hard. the only person i think who knows how  hard these days has been for me is kakna cause i told her. i can't seem to open up to anyone else cause if i do i'd start my habit of sitting alone in the room and listen to the songs that makes me feel like i want to rip my heart out. i'm meeting amy in awhile cause i haven't met her for quite sometime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izzat made another post and his telling people how cool he is. he even put a couple of old photo's in it, i swear you could see my lurah dendam in one of it. but of course that was me at the age of 7. well, what the hell right,  no one reads that part of my page anyway cause it wasn't meant to be read, don't tell me i didn't tell him to put it in here cause i did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've uploaded a couple of photo's in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC03188.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say hello to my mates at click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC03226.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC03231.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after we took this picture, kakna started asking' you rasa ada tak orang tengah tengok kita?' bila we all pusing tepi ada bus kat the other side of the road. kakna lari cam orang gila kat belakang + jerit like hantu. i did too lah but i never jerit like her. so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC03260.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC03354.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abg afif was here for raya haji, long time no see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC03384.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC03385.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC03386.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC03407.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;borders with kakna, kak yati and abg admi. the day after my uncle turned 63, happy birthday dr. dzul!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113715228469848752?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113715228469848752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113715228469848752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/01/glass-and-half-device.html' title='the glass and a half device'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113628747308443372</id><published>2006-01-03T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T03:28:41.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm going to start a revolution</title><content type='html'>meeting up with zihan last night was nice. i haven't seen her for so long and it was nice talkng to her cause i did have a lot of catching up to do. she finished college which was a good thing for her i think, cause she said she didn't have too many friends in there. said that its either everyone's afraid of her or that some of the college students were sombong. well, i guess i understood how she felt cause i was in college once and it pretty much sucked for me when it came to making friends with the students there. she was hoping to find a place to apply and while waiting she wants to look for a job cause she's currently very free right now. good for you zihan,  wish i could finish my studies and get out of this country for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC03150.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC03158.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its half past 7 now, kakna's out with kak azlina for a drink. waq was here, kak jiji looked sexy today, she always does, did some counting which by the way took me half a day (i'm really bad at math). went to kopitiam for lunch and followed kakna to the stationary shop to buy stuff for the trade show + abizan made everyone happy at the office with his good news. thank god for a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day people and good luck zihan!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113628747308443372?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113628747308443372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113628747308443372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-going-to-start-revolution.html' title='i&apos;m going to start a revolution'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113620131731883998</id><published>2006-01-02T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T03:28:37.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do not leave out the wage</title><content type='html'>heloo people, i'm at the office with kakna. abizan's not here cause we didn't call him. his probably doing something much more interesting at home right now. like sleeping maybe. new year was a blast, the party was fun, musics were playing, we played card games and spin the bottle. i laughed a lot playing the game. sean was there too and he taught us to play these new card games then abizan joined in and he lost the game so he had to wear jiji's bra. spin the bottle was fun too, everyone kena hit except abg syamly. abg ans had to kiss abizan on the chin+show everyone his armpit, waq had to show his underwear, abg had his cheek coloured like a geisha, kak ena had to walk like a duck and say 'saya bodoh, quack-quack', kak juju had to wear an underwear on her head, kakna had to sapu powder all over her face+had a hitler misai drawn on her, sean had to draw a spects on hos face with an eyeliner, abizan had to wear this really smelly lipstick and i had to wear a bra outsida my shirt. the best part was everyone was cool enough to do thier part of the game. the fireworks went off, first at friendster then ou. we could see the fireworks from the side of the building and it was so pretty. we could see fireworks all the way from klcc but the one from ou was the best. oh, and we did the confessions as well. i confessed and predict but no resolutions. both kakna and me went in together to do the prediction but then she left and i did my part of the video. we couldn't wait to watch it plus sean said that he wouldn't be here next year to see the video so yeah, we watched it that night. all and all, it was a really fun unforgettable night for me. we had breakfast at friendster the next day and i still owe kak yati for my food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm meeting zihan later, actually i have to leave in 15 minutes cause i promised i'd meet her at the curve at 8. kakna's stll doing her blog and i don't know when she's going to finish cause she just started like 10 minutes ago. she had to wait for the stupid photobucket to upload her photos. it took nearly an hour, so she says, and i watched her come back and forth from her computer to the other. oh, she's finish already. i guess i gotta go people. have a nice day everyone+may the new year bring you happiness and prosperity or whatever that's nice!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113620131731883998?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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though and i don't even know why. hopefully it will a year that would change my life completely and make me a happy, open minded, learn to trust people, confident person. 2005 has been a pretty tough year for me, it was great at the beginning but come to the end of it, it was a bit dissapointing for me. i won't get to the details though cause its a bit to personal and long too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm took a week off from work starting from last tuesday, its been a boring plus fun holiday for me. i followed kakna to the office and made a new blog which then i deleted cause people can still read it when i thought they can't. i went to ou the next day cause i missed that place in the morning and then i went to have breakfast with him while waiting for my movie to start. i went to watch king kong alone cause everyone i knew was working and all. he said that some of his friends thought the movie was slow but it wasn't at all for me. the movie was nice, naomi watts was pretty and adrien brody was a handsome guy with a big nose. colin hanks was in there too, he played jack black's dorky assistant. i went back at half past three cause i had to get out of that place before 4 or i would have to pay an extra dollor for the parking. bought breads for kakna, kak yati, abizan and a.chik, went to rasta later that night with kakna and abizan, met with kak juju and shared 2 sets of cheese samosa and a banana split with all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i went to ou in the afternoon and bought the ingredients for the cheese samosa we ate at rasta. it didn't turn out as i hope it would be, but everyone who tried it said it was nice. he called earlier and ask what movie we were going to watch and i suggested cheaper by the dozen 2, i wanted to watch it the day before but they only had it for 11.5 pm. he told me he didn't watch the first movie but said he was fine with anything, yipee!!! he came at 6 something, went to ou and went to a+w for a quick drink. we talked, i was crushed, he doesn't know that, we left and i ajak him to the watch shop to show him the casio watch i've always dreamed of having. it cost more than i thought but i'm still planning to get it. oh, btw, he sold the swatch watch for me already, woohoo!!!!, yipee!!!! and thank god. i couldn't stop smiling when he told me that jason bought it, whoosh for me and a thank you to him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go people and have a nice day!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113593515584126891?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113593515584126891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113593515584126891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-year-yall.html' title='happy new year y&apos;all!!!!!!'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113566961477087501</id><published>2005-12-27T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:58:59.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm dreaming aloud under this blanket of clouds</title><content type='html'>we went to trina's house on christmas night and it was again, ok for me and i think for everyone else who was there with me. the only thing i thought i was interesting was the fireworks cause they were pretty, short, but pretty. we went to plaza damas later and drank coffee at starbucks. we met u. yein there and he belanja the 6 of us drinks. by 6 i meant, kakna, kak ena, abg admi, abizan, abg syamly and myself, thanks u. yein!!! kakna didn't get what she ordered though cause abizan sorta forgot her order, she got a grande c.o.d. from u. yein instead. we discussed about new years night and what games to be played. we laughed a lot discussing about the games. i had fun hanging out with those guys that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had lunch with kakna, kak yati and a. chik earlier but i didn't eat anything though. the coffee i bought this morning made me lose my appetite completely. i went to jusco before i joined them and bought an instant cake mix to test the oven at home. kakna's making the oven sound like its going to explode when you start using it, so yeah, i have to test it first. i'm waiting for kakna to be there with me when i use the oven, so if its true the oven will explode and i'd get my whole body burnt, i won't be the only one. i refuse to stay at the hospital alone. if i'm going down, i'm taking everybody with me, muahahahahahaha!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today i drank a bottle of water and i cant stop peeing by the time i got back to the office. its so easy to drink lots of water and have a toilet to go to without having to ask anyone to jaga the office for you. its way easier for me now than it was when i was at wondermilk. i couldn't really drink too much back then cause i'd end up asking the next door neighbour to jaga the shop while i visit the loo, and it happens every 30 minutes. there were times when there was no one there to help me so i'd sit at the shop and hold it till the shop closed. i  sometimes wish i had super powers that would allow me to run as fast as i can to the toilet and back to shop before any customers came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was browsing the net in search for something fun to do and came across this quiz. the outcome was pretty hilarious and yes, i did foward it to a couple of my friends, so what...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First pick a number between 2 and 9 ....&lt;br /&gt;5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Now type the first name of a person you feel attracted to...&lt;br /&gt;eddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Type the first color you think of...&lt;br /&gt;blue  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the name of your first pet?...&lt;br /&gt;ida  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now please put down the names of two colleagues or friends ...&lt;br /&gt;dzurina + ifzan &lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;6. Finally, make a wish...&lt;br /&gt;i wish life to be easier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.5 is the number of times you should be kicked in the ass because you thought that stupid shit like thid actually works, you are one of those people that foward those stuoid chain letters to your entie addressbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. eddy probably doesn't give a damn about you cause you waste your time with shit like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. the fact that you chose blue does not mean a damn thing. after all it is just a color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ida is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. dzurina and ifzan are probably ashamed that they know you personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. oh yeah, that stupid ass wish of yours?***i wish life to be easier***HAHAHA***. it will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. now get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rude but hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to pee, have a nice day people!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113566961477087501?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113566961477087501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113566961477087501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-dreaming-aloud-under-this-blanket.html' title='i&apos;m dreaming aloud under this blanket of clouds'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113540254290281955</id><published>2005-12-24T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T21:35:42.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas everyone!!!!</title><content type='html'>so, today at around 2 or 3 this afternoon both kakna and me are going to kalumpang to send aunty chik, kak neng and kak ani. we're both going back straight afterwards i think , unless kakna decides to hang out for awhile and mingle with her hommies there. i ate quite alot of very sweet stuff today i'm starting to think i'm going to die of diabetes by the time the clock strikes 12. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i think i'm done for now plus its nearly 2 and we have to leave. kalumpang here i come!!! oh, and yesterday i heard kakna and abizan scream because a cat came running under the car to them. so sissy ah them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113540254290281955?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113540254290281955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113540254290281955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='merry christmas everyone!!!!'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113533263600511846</id><published>2005-12-23T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T04:52:04.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when will my dreams match up with my pain</title><content type='html'>1. What is your occupation?    &lt;br /&gt;i don't know, i keep on doing weird jobs in this office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color is your underwear?   &lt;br /&gt;pink bra + black panties. yeah, it doesn't match.so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you listening to right now?  &lt;br /&gt;nothings playing right now. but in my head i'm listening to jack johnson. i'm spooky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the last thing you ate?   &lt;br /&gt;toast with golden syrup. or just the golden syrup..i like sweet things. thats why i like my cousin...she's the sweetest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you wish on stars?    &lt;br /&gt;ummm, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?   &lt;br /&gt;white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How is the weather right now? &lt;br /&gt;sunny and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Last person you spoke to on the phone? &lt;br /&gt;can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. what's your favourite song right now?&lt;br /&gt;foo fighter's walking after you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How old are you today?  &lt;br /&gt;21, i turn 22 next march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite drinks?   &lt;br /&gt;san frans peach + orchard splash teez freez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite sport to watch?&lt;br /&gt;wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever dyed your hair?  &lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you wear contacts or glasses?  &lt;br /&gt;glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Pets? &lt;br /&gt;i have spiders living in my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite month? &lt;br /&gt;raya month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite food?  &lt;br /&gt;ice cream and cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;batman begins and i hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite day of the year?&lt;br /&gt;first day of raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Which is your favorite season?  &lt;br /&gt;i don't have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Hugs or kisses?&lt;br /&gt;both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Cherry or Blueberry?  &lt;br /&gt;Cherry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who do you live with?  &lt;br /&gt;my very kind aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. When was the last time you cried? &lt;br /&gt;two days ago, in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What is on the floor of your closet?  &lt;br /&gt;dust+dead skin cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who is the friend you have had the longest?&lt;br /&gt;can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you do last night? &lt;br /&gt;watched laguna beach with kakna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Favorite smells?  &lt;br /&gt;fresh cut grass + aerosol paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What inspires you? &lt;br /&gt;music and tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What are you afraid of? &lt;br /&gt;roaches, they're ugly and smelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers?  &lt;br /&gt;cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Favorite car?  &lt;br /&gt;mini cooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite dog breed? &lt;br /&gt;none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Number of keys on your key ring? &lt;br /&gt;too lazy to count em&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;35. How many years at your current job? &lt;br /&gt;three and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Favorite day of the week?  &lt;br /&gt;thursdays cause my bosses are always nice that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. How many states have you lived in? &lt;br /&gt;let me see...manila, perak, kota kinabalu and selangor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. How many cities have you lived in/name them. &lt;br /&gt;manila + kota kinabalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What time did you get up this morning? &lt;br /&gt;9.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Diamonds or pearls? &lt;br /&gt;diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? &lt;br /&gt;harry potter 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What is your favorite TV show?  &lt;br /&gt;veronica mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What do you usually have for breakfast? &lt;br /&gt;whatever i can afford to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What is your middle name? &lt;br /&gt;hanis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What foods don't you like? &lt;br /&gt;non halal ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your favorite chip flavor?  &lt;br /&gt;Sour cream + onion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What is your favorite CD at the moment? &lt;br /&gt;payback the monkey-a mixed cd abizan made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What kind of sandwich do you like? &lt;br /&gt;ham and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What characteristics do you despise? &lt;br /&gt;arrogant, ego, pretentious idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;new zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Favorite item of clothing?&lt;br /&gt;my beloved kamiseta jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. What color is your bathroom? &lt;br /&gt;white, wait...i never notice what colour it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Favorite brand of clothing? &lt;br /&gt;none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Where would you retire to? &lt;br /&gt;dunno yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. What was your most memorable birthday? &lt;br /&gt;my 17th and 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Goal you have for yourself? &lt;br /&gt;get my insurance from abg admi and set my life straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. When is your birthday? &lt;br /&gt;march 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Morning person or a night person? &lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Your shoe size? &lt;br /&gt;8, i have a huge feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. What did you want to be when you were little? &lt;br /&gt;a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. How are you today? &lt;br /&gt;i'm just ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. What is your favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;chocolate i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. What is your hair color now? &lt;br /&gt;burgundy, but you can't really see it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. What is the last book you read? &lt;br /&gt;ralph's party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. What marriage are you on? &lt;br /&gt;what marriage?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last tuesday after work we went 1u and lepak at kluang station. everyone was there including kak yati, kak jiji and kak juju. i ordered the toast wholemeal bun and it was super delicious. the barley was nice, kak yati and abizan's nasi lemak looks nice and it wasn't that expensive. well, the price was affordable for me but then again there weren't too many choices in the menu. then later that night kakna, abizan, abanas and me went to starbucks centrepoint which was beside mcd's drive thru. i still love your coffee mr. ronald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC02600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kak jiji asked abizan to leave a note on her hand so she wouldn't forget whatever abizan reminded her to bring, so i sibuk and left this for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC02641.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC02647.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear girl who laughed at us for sharing our drinks, thanks for ruining my night. please note that sharing is caring and THE CUSTOMERS ARE ALWAYS RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday,, we went to muaz's birthday party and it was a...i was going to put blast but it wasn't, it was just ok. i drank lots of sparkling juice which was really nice and pretty too cause some of them came in pink, purple and blue. i didn't eat too much though but the lamb was really nice. took loads of pictures but i haven't upload them yet plus now, everytime i want to put pictures in here i have to go thru kakna first, hmmmph...kakna's going out later and i'm thinking of leaving too, not that i want to but cause i have to. aunty chik wants me to clear up the room, they've got company, and that company is sleeping in the guest room i currently keep all my stuff in. the guest are having dinner at the house tonight so kakna said she wanted to stay at the office and thought of watching the 4 episodes from the 3rd season of o.c. here, i'm staying too but i'm not too sure if i'll be joining the guys to watch o.c. well, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izzat called me earlier and asked for my add and if he could write something in here as well. what the hell right, i haven't seen him since i got back from kk and i really miss him and the rest of my family. just hope he left something worth reading and something that would tell me he's being a good boy there and that the rest of my family is healthy and happy. then he passed the phone to syamsul who asked what his email add was (what the....) didn't i tell him to write it down somewhere and hide it in a secret place so when he needs it, he won't have to ask me? oh wait...i didn't. haha, my bad. i don't really mind him asking, he hardly even remembers his password so everytime he wants to check his mail, he always has to go through me. i love my brothers. i haven't called mama for awhile now and i feel as bad as hell now, what is wrong with you???? i really miss her, and papa too, and tiar, and hakim, and ina. suddenly i feel so, so lonely. i feel like crying now, but i'm not going to, kakna's not here, can't do it in front of abizan cause he has enough issues to worry about right now. i realise i'm being emo but i can't help it , i should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113533263600511846?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113533263600511846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113533263600511846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/12/when-will-my-dreams-match-up-with-my.html' title='when will my dreams match up with my pain'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113532876679913049</id><published>2005-12-23T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T01:06:06.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Izzat the "peace disturber" +squiler=</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hi !! anyway im not hanis the awesome (boohoooo UR r NOT AWESOME) , im her brother THE REALY,REALY great and awesome +most extrimely talented at disturbing people+macho+ not a loser , Izzat. Anyway im writing "this" just to annoy my sister ( IM at SABAH and shes KL , so she cant do anything 2 me , even if she do catch me ,i still have my mom ) .anyway, kak, i know u will read this coz, this is ur blogspot anyway . but please don't CUBIT me when u meet ,me . oh ya kak , U mesti geram kan me ckp camnie kat u punya blogspot. but what ever i said about u well i ,meant it. wow !! i can't believe that im disturbing my sister at her blogspot , MAN IM SOOOOOOO GOOD!!. anyway KAK , UR STILL MY BEUTIFUL , CUTE ,AND VERY,VERY NICE SISTER. ok thats all, by the way u all r loser laaaa not like me .hahahahahahahaha i know that all of u want to be like me , but U CAn't. hahahahahahahaha LOSER!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS:if anyone out there wants to annoy people but u cant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then im the man u must see n talk 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;23 dis 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17.06 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113532876679913049?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113532876679913049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113532876679913049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/12/izzat-peace-disturber-squiler.html' title='Izzat the &quot;peace disturber&quot; +squiler='/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113506664727706333</id><published>2005-12-19T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T02:14:30.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't turn back in anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i just got back from having lunch with kakna and the gang, except for abizan though. he wanted to stay at the office cause he had work to be done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so anyway, before this i was acting really unpolite to eddy cause for a second there i wasn't in the mood to talk or chat with anyone and when i came back i logged back on and he was online and again i had a really, really short chat with him cause he said he had to go. please tell me why i had to start this? lesson learned today, never chat with a guy or anyone, who doesn't want to talk to you in the first place. i'm sorry, do i sound pissed? &lt;strong&gt;i am pissed&lt;/strong&gt;. is it so hard to have a normal conversation with someone without being left alone 10 seconds after we started???? make my life easier and don't start at all ok. and no, don't ask why i don't talk about it cause i just don't. i obviously have to stop writting about this right now, won't do me any good writting when i'm angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;kakna and me started to spray paint the bird cage which was much easier than having to paint it. it was so hard i felt like my hands would break off. don't think that i didn't enjoyed it though cause i did, but yeah, it was hard. course i couldn't let kakna know that, i haven't done much in the office this few days so yeah, just smile and get the job done. i have like 5 days annual leave left so i was thinking of using it next week. hopefully i'd spend that 5 days to make cupcakes and help kakna with her apartment. spending my days without doing anything is just a recipe of getting myself being called lazy and boring. part of me has both of that already so i don't need to actually turn into one now do i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and i ruined my day again, but have a damn nice day people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113506664727706333?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113506664727706333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113506664727706333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/12/dont-turn-back-in-anger.html' title='don&apos;t turn back in anger'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113472861025604794</id><published>2005-12-16T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T21:38:26.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is not who were</title><content type='html'>listening back to mull historical society's this is not who we were brings back so much memories, the old office, the dance kakna and me made at her room, wondermilk ou and zihan. so anyway, tonight is the asoba dinner and i have no idea what the hell it is. abizan said that we would have to sing there, yeah right, like i'm going to believe that. kakna made new designs on her blog and i think it looked super cool. i read kak jiji's blog and thought her lastest post was pretty funny. haven't left a comment yet though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspite the heavy rain a few mins before, things has been pretty great today, i had coffee and fries for tea, abizan belanja both kakna and me for it and  people came to buy wondermilk's second hand stuff. well, actually by people i meant the college girl and her friend who are now  wondermilk's regular customer. she just came here yesterday and she came back today to buy more stuff. she asked about the $450 sewing machine and asked whether we could negotiate the price since her budget was only $350. asked kakna about it and she said that we can't go lower than $400, 'mama's going to kil her', she says. the college girl, she's a regular here and i don't even know what her name is, i just call her the college girl, should i ask what her name is? or is it normal to have a regular customer without having to ask what his/her name is? i'll just ask the next time she's here, what the hell right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakna said were leaving in 10 mins so i gotta go, have a nice day people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113472861025604794?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113472861025604794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113472861025604794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-not-who-were.html' title='this is not who were'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113480013900931814</id><published>2005-12-16T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T04:42:37.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's nothing but pills+ashes under my skin</title><content type='html'>so, today we arrived at the office late due to unexplainable reason, well, there's really no reason, we were just late. i was going thru kakna's ever so full tape cupboard cause i wanted to find the kuch kuch hota hai tape and while looking kakna came across the 02 urbanscape tape. i took it out and we watch whatever was recorded inside there the next day. back then everyone was still young and innocent, kak yati and abg admi were still studying at new zealand, abg anas looked young and thin, kakna was still with abg colin, we were still at the old office, the bon2 books still exist, sophie the half bodied mannequin was still abizan's best friend, her pink hat was still there, abizan didn't know what a gym was cause fitness first didn't exist back then, kakna was really funny but not so good looking, kalumpang was just an empty mud field and i was overweight+ugly in my round spects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC02401.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC02401.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heineken greenspace night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC01964.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kak yati and kak juju's birthday dinner night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go, kakna wants to go back. have a nice day people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113480013900931814?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113480013900931814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113480013900931814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/12/theres-nothing-but-pillsashes-under-my.html' title='there&apos;s nothing but pills+ashes under my skin'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113464552691945326</id><published>2005-12-15T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T21:45:36.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will learn from my mistakes</title><content type='html'>zouk turned out to be a long night for me, don't know about the others but i was really sleepy by the time the clock strucked 12. i left the place and sat outside sms-ing isz, then out came the guys and kakna was a bit marah at me for leaving the place without letting her know. sorry na. anyway, we went in zouk and this girl came to us and took a picture of the five of us. lookie, lookie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/polaroid1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god dammit woman, you spoiled our picture, sorry. as you can see the picture didn't come out so i made another picture of us, tadaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/polaroid2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice one huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some pictures from kalumpang that kakna took and i stole it from her. still can't forget how fun it was to be there with my cousins and all. ahhh...nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC02196.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakna took this picture of hakeem by the poolside. so hensem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC02197.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this was him after i pushed him a minute after the picture was taken. muahahahahahahahaha!!!!! don't angry ah dzurina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC02145.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC02181.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC02198.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC02259.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC02329.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakna gave abizan a new name, ifban, soft bun, reban, taliban and jamban. bestnya nama abizan. now...what shall i call him tomorrow, hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, he's back from singapore and i had a really, really short chat with him cause he said he had to go, as usual, and that made me regret saying hi to him in the first place.  i hate myself for doing this kind of thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ruined this day for myself cause it was great at the beginning, have a nice day people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113464552691945326?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113464552691945326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113464552691945326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-will-learn-from-my-mistakes.html' title='i will learn from my mistakes'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113455789948357229</id><published>2005-12-14T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T02:58:19.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jiji has some weird songs in her ipod</title><content type='html'>today we went to mark's asam laksa for lunch and they increased the food price by one ringgit and i thought that it was quite expensive and that it would be my last resort as a place to eat if i ran out of ideas of awhta to eat at ou but  if kakna ajak makan kat sana i'll go. so anyway, i had the dried mushroom noodle and it was still as nice as ever, kakna had the kueh teow curry and kak jiji had asam laksa. abizan couldn't join us cause he had some unfinish business at the office. we met aunty rita at the basement, kakna and kak jiji chatted with her for a couple of minutes then we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a pretty good day for me today despite the fact that i ate a lot for lunch and not so healthy food later after that. i think i'm going to get those bloody cramps in a week or 2, good luck going thru that again me. kakna said that we'll be going to zouk tonight after all. hopefully it won't be a long night though, i just realise i'm pretty tired right now. why? i have no freaking idea. i just ate tong yuan again, someone please stop me. so, i just finish painting wondermilk's new bench, stools and a chest of drawers. it was a bit tiring but fun, hate the smell of turpentine on my hands though, wait, yeah it's still there. my hands are filthy and dirty and i can't wait to go home, take a nice cold shower and watch whatever programme they have on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year is around the corner and i haven't thought of making a resolution yet. don't know if i even want to. if i can't remember the last time i made a new years resolution and stick to it, then i'm pretty bad at doing it. so wait, i'll have to think really hard now, have i... oh yeah, i did once, but that was like what, 4 years ago. i sorta made a promise that i'd pass my exams that year and  i did(yay!!). yeah...i won't make a resolution this year, the idea of planning your life ahead of you just isn't my thing and i know it sounds bad cause it is but i'd rather have things happen spontaneously than making some sort of plan which might or might not happen. go with the flow i would call it.  well, for now at least. i hope one day  my thick stubborn head would start making mature decisions and my life would go on smoothly without me having to worry about this sort of things again. life isn't perfect , i've reminded myself once before it isn't, so saying it right now is just a way to give myself a reality check yet again. wake up god dammit...say no to resolutions and yes to predictions, woot, woot!!! (something i learned from my dearest cousin, dzurina).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go now, got some pictures to upload, have a nice day people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: buy premenstrual pills and cough syrup before next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113455789948357229?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113455789948357229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113455789948357229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/12/jiji-has-some-weird-songs-in-her-ipod.html' title='jiji has some weird songs in her ipod'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113403606276509085</id><published>2005-12-08T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T02:01:02.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be down for sometime</title><content type='html'>next year kakna said we're all going to bali. both kakna and abizan booked tickets for 8 of us from airasia, yeah airasia's sorta having a promotion right now. they're giving away 2,000,000 tickets free for the first, well, 2,000,000 people who book tickets online. i'm suppose to book a ticket for kk but the damn internet is just too slow and i'm just too lazy to wait. so anyway, we had sushi for lunch and it was dee-licious. actually, we just went there yesterday for a quick dinner but we came back cause it was cheap plus they have computers at each table where we can place our order. yeah, i haven't like come to see a place where customers could use the computer and order their food themselves. i ordered the soft shell crab temaki and god damn, it was nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called abg afif just now and asked if i could borrow his ps2 cause there's like loads of nice games to play now. but who am i kidding right, that boy loves his ps more han he loves himself. well, can't say i didn't try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm planning to get myself a watch and he said that he could get a cheap watch for less than a hundred ringgit. a good bargain huh...he said that i'll have to give him the order by tonight but i'll have to go thru the catalogue first. now, how am i suppose to do that cause in order for me to check this catalogue i'll have to go to ou and that is a problem for me, i ain't got no transport to go there. he said that he could come over to the house but what if i didn't have anything to order from him so him coming there would be totally useless right. i'm probably going to be dragging about this whole thing so i'll just stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a bee-e-utiful day people!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113403606276509085?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113403606276509085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113403606276509085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/12/ill-be-down-for-sometime.html' title='i&apos;ll be down for sometime'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113394330439401546</id><published>2005-12-07T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T02:06:23.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do it for the people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so people, i cancelled my facial today due to budget problems. yeah, can't really spend too much this month. loads of things to buy, toilettries, a pair of pants, a watch, abg admi's birthday present, did i mention i still owe abg anas a birthday gift. so you can guess how much is left in my account, can't really say it here cause it would be an embarrasment. i'm just saying y'know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so, i was at mcd with kakna and when i came back he was online and i started chatting with him. the problem i got myself into is now done and over with, he explained it all and i was right wasn't i, about the whole him being pissed off with me for doing this to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i did say i was sorry and that i shouldn't have sent that message to him. so anyway, from the conversation we just had awhile ago i'm guessing things are ok between us now. oh, he's going to singapore this monday, asked if he bring back a hooker for me since in singapore that kind of thing is now legal. i was joking of course, can you believe it, LEGAL prostitute-ing. i would write more about that but right now i'm just too lazy to elaborate my own opinion on the subject. (16.15) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so, since i cancelled my appointment, i'm following the other click guys to the new borders at the curve. really don't know what i'll be doing there though, but what the hell right, it could turn out to be my shopping spree day. hmm...i wonder what they have to offer me there, cheap new pants and a new baju perhaps. oh fine, nothing is ever cheap in this country. go to a place with a 70% discount written so ever hugely on the banner and the thing will still cost $100++. i love my country!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;isz has been leaving me missed calls for the pass few days, wonder what's he up too now? why miss call, call terus lah brader. i haven't got any message from him lately, why hasn't he reply my e-mail yet? work maybe, yeah ok. this morning i got a miss call from this annonymous phone number so i called back and this guy answered. said his name was minhad(at least that's what i think he said) and he wanted to berkenalan with me. and when i asked how he got my phone number, guess what his answer was," main tekan2 je", wtf. sorry...but yeah, having an annonymous guy calling up to berkenalan with you but he doesn't even know who you really are is just plain dumb. we'll be leaving in half an hour so i gotta clean up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;note to self: don't forget to bring the name cards tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;got to go people, have a nice life everyone!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113394330439401546?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113394330439401546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113394330439401546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/12/do-it-for-people.html' title='do it for the people'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113385507369518622</id><published>2005-12-06T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T23:44:33.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm dying of silence</title><content type='html'>i'm on my lunch break now but can't spend too long on the computer thought, i just spent the last half an hour checking my mail and all so yeah. we're going to bangsar later this evening for the maya gallery exhibition, can't wait. a few hours ago the electriciy went out and the office felt like a sauna. both kakna and me went to buy breakfast at kopitiam this morning, i bought the yam cake which is really delicious when you eat it with the sauce they give you. you see, if i had known that a long time ago, i wouldn't have stop buying the yam cake cause last time i bought it i ate it just as it was, without the sauce i mean, so it was tasteless. so anyway, abizan has start to dowload the second season of veronica mars so kakna and me sat in front of his computer and watched half an hour of the first episode. yeah, it was only half an hour cause the download wasn't done yet. abg afif called me agian just now and told me that he broke the deal we made a few weeks back, what...that boy can't really be patient about this kind of stuff now can he. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half an hours up, gotta go, have a nice day people!!!! beautiful day by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113385507369518622?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113385507369518622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113385507369518622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-dying-of-silence.html' title='i&apos;m dying of silence'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113376943504010340</id><published>2005-12-05T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T23:57:15.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the title that belongs to my cousin dzurina</title><content type='html'>kakna and me finished watching the veronica mars box set. we  can't wait for the second season to come out which would most probably a years wait for the both of us. we can't wait that long so we were thinking of asking abizan to download the second season for us. so last night, both kakna and me followed abg admi to the d.u police station to buy the burger there. its really nice y'know, the sauce, the mayonaise, the bread. the sensation of having the sauce and the mayo combined dripping under your mouth after the first bite, em...em...em...ok fine, that sounds disgusting but seriously, its really nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abg afif called just now and told me that he just got back from work. asked when he could come visit me here but as usual his answer was' tak boleh lah, schedule tight for this month'. i kinda miss him actually, i was sorta hoping that he could at least spare one day to visit me when i asked him just now. oh well, work is work. i had tong yuan for lunch and i didn't really like it this time. the pulut was still mentah when i ate it, thinking about it makes me want to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakna wants to leave now, so gotta go. have a nice day people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113376943504010340?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113376943504010340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113376943504010340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/12/title-that-belongs-to-my-cousin.html' title='the title that belongs to my cousin dzurina'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113368827204687010</id><published>2005-12-04T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T01:24:32.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>take me higher</title><content type='html'>i regret sending that message to him, don't think he wants to talk to me again, ever. major reality check though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the garage sale just ended and it you could say it was a success. a lot of people showed and most of them bought t shirts and magazine. i bought two of kak ena's baju, a really nice merun jacket and a blouse. i think part of the reason the the gallery was full was because the same people who came earlier hung out for hours, which is good cause i seriously thought no one would show up for the garage sale. the lomo swap, well, i didn't really notice what happened to that section cause it looks exaclty the same as it was a few hours ago. my guess would be...no one knew what they were suppose to do cause some of the lomographers who came kept asking how were they suppose to do the swapping and all. it was a fun day though...:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yesterday kakna wanted to go tp hartamas to buy dvd's and said that we should both get a movie wee haven't seen before. so we went and i ended up not getting anything (as usual), but kakna got the veronica mars box set she wanted like a week ago. it was really nice. anyway, i gotta go, were having coffee at starbucks later. have a nice day people....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113368827204687010?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113368827204687010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113368827204687010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/12/take-me-higher.html' title='take me higher'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113352249208005931</id><published>2005-12-02T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T03:21:32.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm on stand by</title><content type='html'>i just finish counting the wm stocks in front and man i'm tired. too much counting does take a lot of energy sometimes, well, for me at least. its been awhile since i counted the stocks like that so yeah, i'm tired and exhausted. i'm not done with the postcards yet though and i wonder how long that would take me...there are like 8 packages of poctcard at the pantry so my guess would be 2 days, or maybe 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/saman2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we got the saman letter already and i was suprised when kakna said that we got saman twice. one on the road and one more was for the illegal parking, altoghether $220. kakna paid her part, so she's out, that leaves kak jiji, kak ena, amy and myself to pay the rest. i thought of going to ou and shop today but can't cause kakna won't come and abizan can't seem to make up his mind yet. i ain't going there alone, na-a. i have like what, two pair of jeans, a pair of slacks and...well thats basically it. $40 for the saman, $10 for the pizza i paid just now, $7 for breakfast today, that's a lot for one day man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, btw, i set up a date for kak yati's birthday suprise. kakna and myself are doing it as well. this wednesday, 5.30 at...can't tell. sometimes kak yati reads this, so yeah. my brother called up a short while ago for a completely unuseful reason. called me and asked where i was then asked to pass the phone to kakna for,  again, a completely unuseful reason. kakna's chatting with abg syamly right now and she's laughing like mad about this word she's using. don't get what's so funny about it , oh, what the hell, i'll just laugh along. kakna said that she wants to go to ou too so we'll be going there tomorrow with abizan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go, we're leaving in 5 minutes. have a nice day people!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113352249208005931?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113352249208005931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113352249208005931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-on-stand-by.html' title='i&apos;m on stand by'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113343125674686018</id><published>2005-12-01T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T23:31:49.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another to day to believe</title><content type='html'>last week we went to zouk to set up the place for the upfront event where this band from australia will be playing. its amazing how the light effects and the crowd make the place look nice cause when the six of us went there the place was a disaster, well at least i thought it was. anyway, setting up the whole place wasn't as tiring as i thought it would be cause there wasn't much to do actually. we took pictures at the ladies room which was pretty disgusting but that was only in the loo though. the sink was clean. we went back there the next day to hang the banners and all. the band was rehearsing by then and there were more people there then the day before. it was pretty tiring but totally worth it. so anyway, we went back and had like an hour to get dress and come back for the event. the place was full an hour after we arrived, architechture in helsinki played and they were amazing. we left the place after the band played and went to dance around at velvet underground. by the time we went back it was pretty late but still it was a fun night, yipee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC01428.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC01479.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC01555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC01516.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took this picture of abizan doing his work. look at his grey panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend we went to penang and it was a blast. everything about it was fun and nice. we left the house at half past 8 and bought breakfast at the sungai buloh stop. it was a pretty long journey but still fun. no rain and all plus the sky was beautiful. i drove the first few hours then kakna took over. we arrived at penang around 2, left our bags at the hotel and ate tom yam at the thai food stall beside the hotel. kak jiji was our tour guide for the weekend so she decides where we should be going for lunch, dinner , sight-seeing and shopping. we went shopping for clothes in the afternoon at this lame place and had diinner at gurney drive. we shared 2 bowls of asam laksa and it was em...em...dee-e-licious . got back from dinner and got ready to go clubbing with the girls. a lot happened within those 3 days but i'm too lazy to write about it now. i'll just leave the pictures to tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, tip to anyone who visits penang, the penang bridge skyline is a must see. bee-e-utiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/4f96767a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gurney drive dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/53a9b45a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day, before we went to slippery senorita and kena saman by the traffic police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/47266be3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee at gurney plaza. amy went to the toilet right after and spent nearly 15 mins in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/6f0a038a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/107145f5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day photo session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC01931.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penang bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC01935.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kak jiji took this picture of amy sleeping with her mouth open. so pretty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night we went for the valentine willie exhibition at bangsar and after that for kak yati and kak juju's birthday dinner at oasis. none of the click artworks were sold though, not exactly happy about it. anyway we went for dinner at this oasis place, it was a nice place there but pity the service sucked big time. our order came really late and my food tasted like water. it was cheap though but still not a good place for someone who can't wait to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go, kak yati wants to go back. have a nice day me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113343125674686018?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113343125674686018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113343125674686018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-to-day-to-believe.html' title='another to day to believe'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113264079986527338</id><published>2005-11-22T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:38:31.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there goes the neighbourhood</title><content type='html'>happy birthday ma!!! my mother turns 48 today and she still looks beautiful. i called her this morning to wish her. couldn't talk long though cause abizan was already outside waiting for kakna and me. sul answered the phone at first and i asked what'd they get for mama,'belum ada apa-apa lagi'. told him if papa wanted to get a gift, a facial treat would be great. i went to the curve last sunday and i found some nice purses for her, told abg afif about it cause he said he wanted to share but he said that since i was going to penang i should look there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, last night the whole family except auntie chik and adam went to watch harry potter. i thought i would fall asleep in the cinema considering it was my second time watching the movie. i didn't though, suprisingly. guess having watching it with kakna and abg anas beside me helped me stayed up through the whole movie. it was still nice though to watch it the second time, and i still felt sad when the guy died at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finish painting the new coat and i'm still waiting for it to dry up and apply the last layer of paint. everything looks nice now except for the velvet coat which by now i think looks like my back lawn at kk during kemarau time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we'll be going to zouk tonight to set up the stage and all. don't how long it would take but i do know that its going to be a hell of a night, or not, well, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to go to penang this friday, kak yati said she wants to come along as well depending on whether we get the mpv or not. a weekend out of the city, you don't get to do that too often now do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go, kak jiji needs my help to pluck her eyebrows. have a nice day people!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113264079986527338?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113264079986527338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113264079986527338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/11/there-goes-neighbourhood.html' title='there goes the neighbourhood'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113256847866501235</id><published>2005-11-21T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T19:32:48.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reels of fortune</title><content type='html'>last saturday i went to ou with kakna to look for kak yati's birthday present. kakna bought her a shirt and a stila lip gloss that kak yati wanted for a long time. we went to gsc and tried to get tickets for just like heaven, we got the 2.20 show so we had like an hour long to walk around. kakna went to buy the lip gloss first, then we walked around parkson and went around to asked the workers there about kak yati's surprise birthday treat. couldn't find anything nice there for kak yati, well, for me at least. ate pretzels at auntie anne's and then went to the cinema. it was freaking cold in the cinema i nearly froze to death, but the movie was super funny and nice too, kakna really liked it and so did i. i had a really great time with kakna. so, anyway after the movie we walked around again and bought kak yati's shirt. we spent a pretty long time there cause by the time we went back it was half past five and i knew i had to rush back home as soon as possible, couldn't make it seem too obvious though cause earlier kakna was like, ' you tak lambat ke?' and i said ' tak lah, ada setengah jam lagi apa.'  you could say that i went straight to the bathroom, took a quick shower, dressed up and called the cab company. waited a couple of minutes for the cab but couldn't get one. he called a couple of times to ask where i was and when i was coming which made me feel guilty and i told him that i was still waiting for a cab. he tends to make me feel guilty sometimes, i don't think he realises that but yeah lately he does. he offered to come but kakna told me later that she could send me there. i love my cousin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half an hour after arriving home, i left to ou again to watch harry potter with him and believe it or not i actually liked it.  i guess not putting my expectation too high was a good thing to do. suprisingly a lot of people showed up for the movie considering it was tgv, my guess would be some really hardcore harry potter fans couldn't get tickets at gsc so tgv will just have to do. anyway, after the movie we walked through the drizzling rain to the outdoor carpark, had to tip toe to his car cause the road looked slippery and all and the last thing i want to do is fall in the middle of the street. oh yeah, he parks outdoors now due to the new parking rate, ou people increased their parking rate to 2 bucks for the next 6 hours, i'm too lazy to get the calculator and calculate that but i know it cost a lot. i brought him to vichudda for dinner. well...i had a nice day that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great day today...oh, kak jiji has her own blog. yipee!!! have a nice day people!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113256847866501235?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113256847866501235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113256847866501235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/11/reels-of-fortune.html' title='reels of fortune'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113230496836951226</id><published>2005-11-18T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T03:56:50.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the magic is lost</title><content type='html'>abizan's leaving for singapore early tomorrow and both kakna and me hold the responsibilty to send him to asia jaya before we go to the pasar tani. he hasn't found any place to crash yet though, so i'm guessing he'll probably have to sleep by the roadside with some starnge singaporean dude or, he could crash at anton's place cause he is after all abizan's ex boyfriend(i'm kidding people). i'm planning to bring along the camera to the pasar tani cause i like seeing the so many people rushing around to buy thier veggies or whatever it is they're planning to buy. everything is so colourful plus i could probably take a candid picture of kakna in her pasar tani baju. but then again, i'll have to see whether this plan off mine is ever going to come true cause i tend to forget about this kind of stuff easily. i've been planning to do this whole bringing the camera to the pasar since like 5 months ago but it never happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC00971.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC00662.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this are some of the pictures taken before and after hari raya. that's my eldest brother sitting on the right side, and the guy on the left is my cousin who'll be engaged early next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second picture picture is from the fun fair day. lots of fun but hated the stupid ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, last wednesday i went to ou and had dinner with him at the penang place. i had the prawn mee and it was really nice, too much mihun but still yum-my. after dinner we walked around for awhile and then he left to work and i went to call up home. i spent 15 minutes standing at the phone booth listening to tiar explaining how the new house looked like. he was really excited about it so my guess would be they liked the house after all even if it was a single storey house. he kept telling how big the rooms were and how the entrance door was sound proof. the house must be nice then so i have another thing to look foward to when i go back to kk, a new house and a sound proof sliding door. i didn't talk to anyone else though cause i had no coins left but it was nice to talk to tiar cause i hardly talk that long with him. he said that they've started to pack things up cause they're moving in middle of december. i sat at san fran after the phone call and scribbled something in my journal and traced pictures of kakna, kak yati and adam. i waited for him to come down cause i told him i could send him at his car and cause i didn't want to go down to the basement alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to leave now, abizan needs my help to get rid of the lizard behind him, oh, and i have pictures to print as well. have a nice day people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113230496836951226?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113230496836951226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113230496836951226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/11/magic-is-lost.html' title='the magic is lost'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113231849147682983</id><published>2005-11-18T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T04:54:51.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blue sky holiday</title><content type='html'>i'm still at the office with kakna and abizan and guess what abizan just told us he thinks that he won't be going to singapore tomorrow. said that he didn't get any ticket yet. i was sort of wondering, why would he say that he would be leaving tomorrow when he hasn't got the ticket. abizan, next time don't talk like cartoon, you already look like one, we don't expect you to talk like one either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/pundek.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey people, this is dzu. hanis is my cousin. she shares my room and sometimes even my towel. right now she's busy with other matters. hanis is a weird girl, when she's comfortable with you..she'll talk nonstop, thinks she's american and sleeps funny. if you're lucky you can even catch her dancing like a drunk rabbit. she listens to backstreetboys! but i still love her...not because i have to coz shes my cousin and shit but because she gives the nicest hand massages. thanks weirdo.here comes ifzan...hey ifzan...tulis cepat dlm blog hanis...dia tengah busy tu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi this is ifzan. the situation is somewhat critical at the moment because of the tension between my armpits. i need a good shower. looks like i wont be able to write a novel here cos here come hani.....arrrrrrrrrrrrggghhhhhhh sakit lah bodoh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113231849147682983?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113231849147682983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113231849147682983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/11/blue-sky-holiday.html' title='blue sky holiday'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113222679101637612</id><published>2005-11-17T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T03:26:31.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so today the rain came down</title><content type='html'>hello everyone, i'm back and life has been nothing but better for me, well, at least that's what i think. i miss my family almost everyday now. i miss everything about them, their laughter, their cries, their quarelling, their unstoppable running around the house chasing one another. i miss my mama and papa adn their cooking and hanging out in their room and talking to them about my life with my cousin and work. so yeah, i'm back which means i've got through the whole study thing with my parents and believe me when i say that it was hard to tell them what i wanted to do and seeing their faces when i told them about my decision. it was hard but not that hard as i thought i t would be. things like this involve a lot of crying around and a bit of arguing adn then of course peace between the determine child and the 'at first dissapointed but later supportive parents'. i thought papa was really upset with me cause after the talk he went out of the room without saying anything, i started to think that he probably won't talk to the whole week but then later that night he asked me to go to the supermarket and buy some groceries. i took that as a sign that he wasn't mad at me at all. anyway, it felt good to have finally told them, hard but still good cause i won't have to keep any secrets from them anymore. i was wrong about them, y'know, when i said that they won't let me come back and all afetr i told them everything cause they were well of course they were dissapointed at first like i said but then they said that it was my decision to make and they wanted me to be happy and all. and guys, i'm not reallly good at giving advice or any quotes or whatever you want to call it, but i do know this, in the real world, there exist no parents who doesn't love their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izzat's having his spm this week so i called him up last monday to wish him luck and i hope he does well in his exam. sul's getting funnier and i love seeing his face when i start asking him to help me wash the dishes. tiar's getting more good looking everyday and he told me the other day that this chubby girl fancies him. hakim, well hakim's definitely losing weight cause i was suprised to see how much weight he lost when i saw him at the airport, and ina, she definitely needs to do something about her hair. she reminds me of how i use to look like before i came here but she's still as cute as ever. everyone of them got taller like i had expected but it was so nice to see them after so long. mama and papa are getting romantic by the day and i love them. last but not least i have two very cool parent and i love my family.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113222679101637612?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113222679101637612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113222679101637612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-so-today-rain-came-down.html' title='and so today the rain came down'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113135649441874177</id><published>2005-11-07T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:41:35.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm comtemplating matters</title><content type='html'>so, right now i'm at the new kk library with sul, tiar, hakim and ina. izzat's out there somewhere at his friends house. said he wanted to come along but he didn't tell me anything about going out too long so i had to leave him. sul' busy asking me how to change his password cause he hated the password i gave him. if he would have selected a better password i wouldn't mind but seriously man, what kind of password is that. my choice of password just now was better, i think. i brought them here so they could read the books while sul and i used the net,  but turns out the books weren't as interesting as they looked. wouldn't blame them though cause when i saw the kids section it was gloomy and well, sad. when they said that the new library was all cool with the kids section and the lounge like area and the internet section i was expecting a whole new look and maybe a bit of decorations perhaps. shouldn't have put my expectations to high should i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, raya was a blast. played bunga api with them, followed mama+papa around town to visit thier friends and went to see is. i went to tenom cafe with mama+papa+ina and had the chicken chop which was super delicious. it was really nice to go out with mama+papa like that, i wonder when i'll get to go out like that with them again, 6 months from now, a year, who knows right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a call from him last thursday and it was nice to hear from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go, have a nice day people.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113135649441874177?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113135649441874177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113135649441874177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-comtemplating-matters.html' title='i&apos;m comtemplating matters'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-113029814395918172</id><published>2005-10-25T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T20:42:23.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i see the beauty above</title><content type='html'>kakna asked me to stay at the office and finish up a couple of work she's given me last week. i'm almost finish with them but had to stop for awhile cause my headache's back and it i feel like puking. the office such a mess right now with all this stuff lying around on the couch and on the floor but kakna said it'll be here till tomorrow but still, its not a pretty sight. guess having your head spin like a bloody ferris wheel makes everything you see and do, annoying. fine maybe a ferris wheel isn't such a good example but try riding on the euro park's ferris wheel and you'll see what i mean. so yeah, last saturday we went to ikea for buka puasa and everyone was there including kak yati and abg admi and adam. the queue was pretty long but we made it to the table before the azan. i had the salmon with chive sauce and it was yummy. it cost me a fortune but what the hell right, its not like i do this everyday. we went to the curve right after and hung out at marche for awhile and went straight to the funfair. it was fun at first but after the first ride i was ready to go back. the ride looked like fun at first but when you're being spinned nearly 10 times in row and you wish it would stop but it won't cause no one could hear you and cause you really asked for it in the first place it's not really that much of fun anymore, actually its not fun at all. another lesson learned that day.....never get yourself on a ride that goes round and round and round....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, papa got me a ticket from mas and i'm going home this thursday. i'm gettiing a little anxiety attack thinking about meeting my mom but in the same time the feeling of seeing my whole family after a year of just wondering what they look like is overwhelming.  there's always something new to look foward to eveytime i go back, for one thing my brother's and ina looks way different every year. they seem to get taller and it's hard to tell when they'll stop growing. i'm not trying to say that i don't want them to grow, i do, but being too tall is just freaky. papa called this morning asking whether i could buy more bags for him and mama wanted a new brooch from parkson. i'll go to ou tonight and look if they have anything nice there for mama and i'll come back the next day with money to buy her brooch and papa's bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't heard from him for awhile and it really hurts leaving with this kind of feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakna made plans to go to penang after raya and it sounds like a whole lot of fun cause she made it clear that it was a 'strictly girls only' holiday. amy's coming along so is kak ena and kak jiji so it must be fun right, the walk, the talk , the food, the junk. i'm still hoping i'll get thru the whole talk thing though, so i'm not putting my hopes to high but still, the thought of spending time with kakna and the rest is just exhilariting. wish me luck guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was hoping that today would be a good day for me but turns out its not. blame it on the wheather, it's been raining this past few days and everything seems gloomy plus kakna's not around which means i won't get to buka puasa with her before i go back. staying home today would only make things worse for me cause everythig inside me is a mess and i get extremely sensitive when this happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could turn back time and leave the bad memories behind....have a nice day me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-113029814395918172?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113029814395918172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/113029814395918172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-see-beauty-above.html' title='i see the beauty above'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112971674886513345</id><published>2005-10-19T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T21:06:10.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>believe in your confusion</title><content type='html'>yesterday, kakna, kak yati, kak ena and myself went to buka puasa at ikea cause kakna+kak ena wanted to buy stuff for jom tukar. abizan joined us later after that cause he had a meeting at zouk earlier before. both kak yati and me ordered the the beef lasagna and got 2 free desserts for spending 10 bucks for our dinner and it was delicious. after eating we hung out there drinking coffee and soda's and talked about the past. actually i wasn't part of the flashback thing, i just tagged along and laugh when it was appropriate. but it was still nice though. we met this lomo dude who use to come to wondermilk last time and it sorta reminded me of amy cause everytime we saw that guy past by we both were like ' eh, laki handsome tu lah, bla...bla...bla...'. i didn't really think the guy was that good looking, well, maybe just a teeny weeny bit but when amy's there anything is possible. she made me look at this guy once, he wasn't even our customer but he was sitting at the bench across the shop and amy said that he looked macho and all and i fall for it and i started to think that the guy was macho too but then this girl came and sat beside him and we thought he was married, or engaged or was in a relationship. of course that didn't like stop us from starring at him till he left that day and came back months later without knowing that we still think he was macho. yes, i can't believe we both did that but when working at ou and comes a time when you think you have nothing to do, starring at strangers passing by is what we do. fine, maybe not we, just probably me, amy, zihan, diyana and a couple more people i know who use to work at wondermilk. ok, so back to ikea, we went to the curve later after that and kakna ended up buying two new raya blouse and kak yati bought one for herself at tribeca. i really liked her kak yati's new baju despite her saying that she prefered the green coloured one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC00399.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC00415.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gotta run...have a nice day people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112971674886513345?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112971674886513345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112971674886513345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/10/believe-in-your-confusion.html' title='believe in your confusion'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112927007367182580</id><published>2005-10-14T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T23:50:39.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this living is so much harder then it seems</title><content type='html'>yesterday night kakna, abizan and me went to mcd at the curve cause abizan wanted to buy the banana pie there which he claims is so delicious but just knowing that it was banana pie i wasn't at the least interested. kak yati actually suggested the whole going to mcd thing but then before leaving the house i asked her whether she'd like to tag along but she was like' you all tak kenyang ke?' and i knew her anwser would be no so i left but she ask to buy her an apple pie and half a cup of ice lemon tea. so we went and 'had' to stay there for nearly an hour. note the had there, cause we didn't plan of sitting there that long but it was raning heavyly and the car was parked at the other side of the road so we had to stay. i bought my ice lemon tea and 1 large fries which was originally for kakna but she didn't want it so i ate it. i drank the ice lemon tea halfway cause like i said kak yati wanted half a cup of ice lemon tea. abizan couldn't stop complaining that he felt like he was on a pulau cause there were puddles of water all around his chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/mcD4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kak ena's here and she just told me how raya doesn't feel like raya and i actually agree with her. it doesn't take a blind man to see that things have definitely change throughout the years. raya was something i would be looking forward to cause well, it's hard to explain how i actually feel about it but yeah, it was much more meriah last time. kak ena told me that she was talking to this student of her, an arab that is. he said that back at his place raya felt all holy but here it felt more like a festival. i'm not sure what he meant by that but i'll still agree though. somehow i think that part of the reason i'm feeling like this is cause i haven't seen my mom's part of the family since god knows when. knowing that i won't be there yet again this year is just so sad cause i was really looking forward to it. mama told me that we won't be going there this year cause izzat's having his exam a week after raya. damn you stupid exam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're going to friendster's cafe for buka puasa tonight cause a. chik won't be home tonight, so yeah. hmm...i wonder what i should order there. it must be something cheap yet tasty and yummy and nice and looks good and fulfilling. i know it's bad to say all this when you're fasting but i'm not at all tempted so i guess its ok. abizan just got back from the friday prayers(bless you child) and i have yet to s.z too. oh btw, my bosses are two very cool people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/mcd6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day people...and selamat berpuasa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112927007367182580?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112927007367182580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112927007367182580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-living-is-so-much-harder-then-it.html' title='this living is so much harder then it seems'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112918188455352330</id><published>2005-10-13T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T22:49:23.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ringing it in my head</title><content type='html'>earlier today we went to ou cause kakna wanted to find some stuff for the makdatin's house. abizan waited in the car while both kakna and me went out. we passed by his shop but i didn't look inside cause well i wouldn't know if he would be working today. i think he saw me pass by and yes he is working today. so, at the carpet shop i got a message from him and it sounded like he was serious. it went like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow...someone was acting so uh...&lt;br /&gt;(i don't know what to say)...pass&lt;br /&gt;by didn't even say hi also...so...rude...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, his message made me feel bad and i mean really bad. i went over to see him later after that but he was on his way out when i came, i told him that i teman kakna just now and he said that he was just joking about that message. how am i suppose to know if he was serious or not when i got that message. for what its worth i'm sorry for doing that and i promise i won't do it again. although he gave me the assurance that he was ok with the whole not saying hi to him thing, i wasn't convinced and right now i can't stop thinking about it. kill me...kill me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning after sahur i couldn't really sleep so i stayed up and wrote a couple of stuff in my journal. i was thinking how i use to do the same thing everytime after sahur last year and how back them wm at ou was still open, it brought back so much memories. i went to bed and cried in my sleep cause i couldn't stop thinking about it. yeah, i miss that place so much despite the fact that i hated the management there and because the sales suck most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still haven't book my ticket yet and i don't know when will i ever cause for one thing booking online sucks( they only accept credit card payments) and cause it cost like 800 bucks for a return ticket. ok maybe for some people 800 bucks for a return ticket is well worth it but in my case its not, cause i know i could get a better price from mas, but every good thing has its consequenses right. with that mas ticket i would have to wait for an empty seat to board the plane and who knows how long that would take. last time i did that i stayed over for nearly half a day at the airport and this dude in a suit started talking to me, he was nice though. i didn't get a seat so abg afif came and picked me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss going to sf eventhough i just went there 2 weeks ago, oh wait... 2 weeks is long. it's so nice to sit there and stare at people without them noticing what i'm doing. its peaceful for me cause the only sound i can hear either comes from the kids at the nearby playground or the cat that keeps appearing and purring under the table everytime i come. doesn't it have some place else to go besides hanging around at the ou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC00014.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took this picture the last time i was there. i wanted to leave at 10 so i thought i could wait for him. he didn't know i was waiting so he was a bit late but he came down eventually and met up at sf and left as soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112918188455352330?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112918188455352330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112918188455352330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/10/ringing-it-in-my-head.html' title='ringing it in my head'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112911169026330971</id><published>2005-10-12T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T03:13:28.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>willow weep for me</title><content type='html'>yesterday, kakna, kak ena, abizan and myself went to uncle lim's at ikano for buka puasa. of course both kakna and myself weren't fasting that day due to explainable reasons, so we just thought it was nice to join abizan and kak ena to buka puasa since kak ena doesn't come here too often. abizan, well...i see abizan everyday so i don't really care.(just kidding man). we left from the office early so we wouldn't get caught in the jam so by the time we arrived at the curve it was still an hour early before buka puasa. we walked to ikano and sat at uncle lim's for a couple of minute before ordering. fawwaz and his friend joined us later and abg syamly came with edlan. i ordered the porridge but ate it halfway cause it was too much for me but i finished the dessert though cause it was em...em...em....delicious. we left 15 mins before 8 cause abizan had a meeting a with adrian from klue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/lims1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/liea.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made braids for kak jiji before i started work and abizan said he looked like helga, i don't know who helga is but it sure was funny to see kak jiji imitating her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last monday i went to ou and spent nearly 50 bucks for my toilettries. i was there nearly 2 hours cause i had to go jusco first, then walked all the way to giant cause they didn't have what i want there, but then abizan called and said that kakna and kak yati wanted something to drink but they didn't have it there so i went back tp jusco but they didn't have it there either. i went down to the basement and dropped by the atm cause i was out of cash but two of the atm's weren't working so i drove back  but at the u- turn i just remebered abizan saying that kak yati wanted a coke float so i went to mcd's drive thru and later stopped by bp to put in some gas and bought kakna vanilla coke and then only was i home. well...that pretty much sums up everything i did last monday night. it's not that interesting, i realise that, but what the hell right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakna gave me something a short while ago and i want to thank for that although i know it's not true cause i know she loves me for my great personality and my beautiful face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/littlebastard.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday we went to the fondhue haouse to celebrate kak ena+abg syamly's birthday. everyone came including amy+izmir which i haven't seen since like a month ago. they had melted cheese which we ate with crackers and cut up chicken nuggets which was yummy and then for dessert we had chocolate fondhue. oh, and amy looked thinner that night. it was a nice night for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/fondue2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice life people....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112911169026330971?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112911169026330971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112911169026330971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/10/willow-weep-for-me.html' title='willow weep for me'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112893898320074271</id><published>2005-10-09T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T02:30:24.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little bastard</title><content type='html'>i haven't bought any toilettries yet so i haven't like wash my face with proper soap and haven't bathe for nearly a week now. i'm out of soap people and yes, i lied about the bathing part. i have to drop by ou later to buy my babies, i wanted to go yesterday but no one wanted to come with me so yeah i stayed at home and watched drew barrymore's 'ever after'. kakna spent most of the night at kak yati's room and by the time she came back to the room she was all sleepy so i watched the movie alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go people, have a nice day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112893898320074271?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112893898320074271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112893898320074271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/10/little-bastard.html' title='little bastard'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112859480249042603</id><published>2005-10-06T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T23:22:15.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we've got a world that swings</title><content type='html'>i followed kakna to rawang yesterday for jom tukar. it was a bit far but it was still nice to visit a new neighbourhood. so the first day was a bit tiring eventhough i didn't do much cause kakna wouldn't let me continue my work for some explainable reason. i helped abizan at his house but hen later that afternoon i went to help kakna and kak ena at heir house. earlier that day kakna and me had to drive all the way to this small town to buy paint for for both kak ena and abizan cause they haven't bought any yet. we followed the map that abizan gave us and ended up in some construction place where the road was all rocky and bloody quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried calling him for a few times just to ask how he was doing cause he's sick, but he didn't answer so i'll try again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC00144.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/mamak1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i just realised that fawwaz is reading my myspace blog. i have a lot of grammer mistakes, i admit that. well, what the hell right. have a nice day people....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112859480249042603?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112859480249042603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112859480249042603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/10/weve-got-world-that-swings.html' title='we&apos;ve got a world that swings'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112817861731495260</id><published>2005-10-01T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T02:00:46.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>living up to the blue moon</title><content type='html'>i'm at the office with abizan and abg admi, they're both at the pantry touching themselves perhaps. anyway, i finished making the album which btw took me quite awhile to finish cause of all the sewing. i'm in the middle of making a mix tape and here's the list of songs i've selected to put in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speed of sound - coldplay&lt;br /&gt;coming around - travis&lt;br /&gt;learn to fly - foo foghters&lt;br /&gt;next year - foo fighters&lt;br /&gt;till i hear from you - gin blossom&lt;br /&gt;fix you - coldplay&lt;br /&gt;love fool - the cardigans&lt;br /&gt;how can you mend a broken heart - al green &lt;br /&gt;perhap, perhaps, perhaps - doris day&lt;br /&gt;fly me to the moon - julie london&lt;br /&gt;wishin' and hopin' - dusty springfield&lt;br /&gt;light in your eyes - sheryl crow&lt;br /&gt;i'm no superman - srubs theme&lt;br /&gt;witchcraft - james marsden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost done with that and i know most of the songs are lame and old but i love it. well actually its not the matter of me liking it, its him. he said he likes listening to songs that he could sleep to so there you go. abg admi went home to send kakna and kak yati's food and i'm still here with abizan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/oct05.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres the card i made for him but abizan gave me the whole sewing idea, thanks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/wm04.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this photo of me and zihan back when was working at wm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fries with vanilla milkshake for dinner and god damn it if that ain't fattening i don't know what is. i couldn't finish the milkshake though cause it was too sweet so i threw it halfway. anyway, i'm getting sleepy listening to this old songs which proves that it'll help him sleep when he starts listening to the songs, so here i come kakna. have a nice day people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112817861731495260?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112817861731495260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112817861731495260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/10/living-up-to-blue-moon.html' title='living up to the blue moon'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112818148502259076</id><published>2005-09-30T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T21:34:03.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hiding behind a wall</title><content type='html'>well, i've printed out all his photos frm the digi cam and it came out nice and perfect. i don't have anything to put it in though, guess i'll have to make my own album from i don't know what. yesterday i followed kakna, kak ena and abizan to ikea and helped them calculate their budget and push the god damn trolley around. it was a bit heavy but when you spend 10 minutes at the same spot plus doing your calculation you can't really feel it. we spent like 5 hours there and then went off to friendster cafe with kak yati and was later joined by shahrul and abg syamly. i had the singapore fried mee hoon which was a bit tasteless but the dessert was nice. i went home with kak yati and abizan and finished off my book(yay!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called abg afif last night to ask where he was cause he said that he would be back frm kk on thursday but turns out he was still at kk and he let me talk to mama. i was afraid she would ask me about my studies and i'd end up telling her another lie so i asked her questions about how they were doing and asked her about sul's upcoming exam. it did help and i couldn't really talk to her that long cause abg afif asked me to call him back cause he didn't want to waste his credit. anyway, atoy's pmr exam is this monday and please, please don't forget to call him hanis and wish him good luck. i know his been studying hard for the exam cause papa told me that atoy would wake up early in th morning to read his note and all. well, i just thought it'd be nice to wish him good luck before his exams. good luck sul!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diyana came over with her friends and bought a little creature and a clear card holder for her friends birthday. haven't seen her for quite some time and i really miss her and the rest of the wm staff as well. told her i met with amy and zihan last month and that maybe we could set up a date to go and meet up with both of them again. plan ahead man, i'm sort of forgetful sometimes, so yeah. oh, and i called abg admi a little while ago and told him that i couldn't make it to his house today cause i've getting this come+go stomachache since last night and which hurts badly everytime it comes. i swallowed a packet of eno and it kinda help ease down the pain but then it came back so i bought lime juice from kopitiam and yes it did help. i was right wasn't i when i said that in 10 years time my body would start to malfunction and would have to keep taking some type of drug to help ease my pain. its not that i'm hoping that it would happen but you'll never know right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go now, kakna just asked me to help her count the ants in the pantry. have a nice day people:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112818148502259076?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112818148502259076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112818148502259076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/09/hiding-behind-wall.html' title='hiding behind a wall'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112818174672470616</id><published>2005-09-27T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T21:35:11.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing like an angel would</title><content type='html'>i'm at the office with kakna and abizan waiting for kak ena to finish her rebonding. it's getting hot in here cause kakna just off-ed the air cond and she doesn't seemed bothered whether we're burning up or not. yesterday i planned to go to sf, y'know just to sit around and think of what would happen to me in the next 10 years. growing old is one of them, and having a husband and a kid and some medicine to keep me alive because by then probably some parts of my body would start to malfunction. well, enough about that. i have bigger issue's to worry about now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad called yesterday and asked whether mama called. i said no, then he said that she'll probably wants to know for real this time when i'll be finishing my course. i hate it when i have to start to think of what to do cause i 've made up my mind of what to say and when to do it. i hate making up lame excuse and lie to mom about this whole study thing, if she could only wait a little bit longer, like a month perhaps, i'll spill everything out. it's scaring the shit out of me but at least i've told her right. so i go back there and tell her and there's a pretty big chance i won't come back but if lets say that i do, the possibilities would be that i came up with a good speech to convince my mom that i know what i'm doing with my life right now or she'll let me go but in the same time probably regret asking me back to raya with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/saloma2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/saloma3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abizan updated the clicks website and it looks super cool. i've seen it and thought it was his best work so far(don't marah abizan). i was thinking of going to ou so i could print out his pics for his birthday but i guess today isn't a good time cause i'm still at the office and i wouldn't want to get back so late. yes, is birthday is coming up and i can't think of anything better to give him than an album full of his picture which btw maybe sounds pretty lame to some people cause it's an album of himself and for him to see. but i think it'd be nice to give him that. well we'll just have to wait and see what his reactions would be now don't we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day people!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112818174672470616?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112818174672470616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112818174672470616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/09/dancing-like-angel-would.html' title='dancing like an angel would'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112857577952099371</id><published>2005-09-18T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:16:19.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>screamng in tongues</title><content type='html'>so i'm at the office again. look, it's not that i don't have a life or what, its just that i have to wait for kakna to finish her work and only then can i go back. we went back a 1 this morning but shahrul stayed back cause he wasn't finish with his work yet. i plan to wash the car later but it's almost 6 now and i wonder how much longer are we going to be here. time pass by like so fast today, why can't it be like this the past few days cause time moved so,so slow that i felt like dying back then. or maybe it was because i woke up at 12 today, went to the office at 3 and spent the whole time cleaning and sitting in front of the computer. kakna invited me to make a blog for her so i did. didn't have much to say so i just put in pictures that we took at the darling muse gallery. abizan asked if i wanted to join him at vincent's party later tonight, i asked when, he said 11, i said no thank you, oh wait i haven't told him that yet. if it was earlier i wouldn't mind but 11's like way too late, sorry abizan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakna and shahrul are in front talking to this client of theirs. he saw them in jom tukar and now he wants the click guys to design his house, how cool is that. hope the guy and his wife like what they see cause they(as in kakna, abizan and shahrul) sure have work their asses off for this project. best of luck guys!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112857577952099371?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857577952099371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857577952099371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/09/screamng-in-tongues.html' title='screamng in tongues'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112857568147297170</id><published>2005-09-18T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:14:41.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got somebody elses thought in my head</title><content type='html'>i'm still at the office with kakna, abizan and shahrul. we just had our dinner which abizan bought from uptown and we ate it while watching the old snl tape. it was nice but i think i had too much of the fries cause my tummy hurts and i feel like puking. kakna took pictures of us at the office and i stole some of the pictures to put in here. kakna's friend from jom tukar was here awhile ago but they left so soon and i didn't get to see them leave cause i was in toilet. it's not like i was going to say goodbye or whatever but y'know just to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i left a little detail of what i did yesterday, it's not that important but what the hell right. i called fawwaz yesterday while we at bangsar. he sent me a message earlier that day but i couldn't reply cause i was running out of credit. so i called, actually kakna called him and gave the phone to me. i asked the usual quuetion one would ask to someone they hardly know. it was a really short conversation cause for one thing i was using abizan's phone and because it was noisy there. so yes, he was here with the rest of kakna's friend but i didn't really talk to them. don't get me wrong its not like i'm sombong or what i was just a little bit too shy. and guys(yes, i mean kakna, abizan and shahrul), keep the jokes to yourself, it ain't funny man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/clickbw.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ever so cool people of clickproject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have pasar tani tomorrow, maybe i could use the same trick kakna used on a. chik so she could skip going to the pasar tani. of course the chances of me getting out of this without kakna realising i just used her own trick on her is one in a million and because she said that that trick never changed a. chik's mind but hey it's worth a try. i should practice doing that in front of the mirror back later. kakna just asked if i could go to the pasar tani alone and that next week she'll go alone, i said no, and she dedicated the 'little bastard' song from ass ponies to me. well thank you kakna, and i have a song for you to, it's called cold hard b***h from jet. i know you love that song dzurina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took some of kak jiji's sticker that she left on her desk and made an interesting word out of it which i have dedicated to shahrul earlier today, he seemed to like it. i'm just kidding shahrul. oh, and kak jiji i'm sorry i took your stickers without telling you. you weren't here so i couldn't ask, didn't want to call you either cause you were probably in the gym back then. i don't do this too often ok, so don't judge me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/fcuk.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112857568147297170?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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bangsar for an exhibition at this gallery called darling muse. it wasn't that interesting for me cause i didn't know anyone there and cause i felt like i could fall asleep listening to the piano. kak ena, abg syamly arrived earlier than we did and we met up with them after the speech ended. we hung out at the backyard for a couple of hours , ate yummy mini friut tarts, spring rolls and drank coke. we took a lot of pictures that night since we didn't have anything to do. kak jiji joined us half an hour later and we took more pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/jiji.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/lights.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/goldenarch.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're lots more but most of them turned out blur but i still think it looked cool. anyway, after the exhibition we went to pusat damansara cause abg syamly wanted to seat at starbucks and smoke ciggarette. abizan on the other hand wanted to find something to eat. we ended up sitting in the car eating pizza and chicken wings. kakna didn't eat any of the pizza though but she had 2 chicken wings and kak ena provided us with wet tissues. it was nice to do something spontaneous like that cause i had fun doing it. we had a black out last night when i was in the middle of changing my baju, it was pretty creepy cause i was alone in the room and it was really dark. thought of leaving the room cause abg anas was out but i was half naked so yeah, i stayed in the dark. i used my phone as a torch cause it was bright enough to light up the whole room, so i changed to my pj's, went to kakna's room and slept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a couple more pictures that i think is nice to put in here. these are pictures of my bosses. yes, dzurina is my cousin and also my boss. you always look serious in public when you're actually as crazy as me. so, enjoy people and sorry if you hate the pictures kakna and abizan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/deer.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/ifz.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papa's coming over this sunday, gotta have the car washed before he's here. he asked me to do it like 3 weeks ago but i didn't have the time, fine, fine, i do have the time, i just forgot. sorry pa. anyway, abg afif has been leaving me loads of voice message the past two days asking me to call him back(it's a free service from digi, so he's using it very wisely). y'know when he does it the first few times its ok for me but right now it's really starting to get on my nerves. so bang, if you don't want to hear me lecturing you about wasting your time and credit doing something that you think never annoys me but actually does, think again. i love my brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112857519939946975?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857519939946975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857519939946975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/09/get-yourself-together.html' title='get yourself together'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112857430308251252</id><published>2005-09-14T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T21:51:43.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my name is stolen car</title><content type='html'>i made a blog for click today and thought it was pretty interesting cause i tried to selit-selit kan a bit detail of how bad the ou management is. i just finish counting the stocks and man, is it hot in here. actually the office is ok but the gallery...the gallery felt like a sauna. i walked around counting the stocks for 5 mins and i was already sweating like mad. abizan rearranged the stuff, yeah, we're selling back again, last time we had only the white table to display the wm items but now after bringing down the artworks we had loads more of space to put out the selling stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday was a good day for me, i can't really recall what happened the whole day but the rimbun dahan exhibition later that night was memorable. i had a pretty good night despite the fact that we arrived there late. yes, everyone was late that day. the click guys were there at 9 and i arrived 15 mins later. he came(yay!!!)and i was glad that he was there. he was late that night cause he overslept but knowing that he made an effort to come i totally forgot about the whole late thing. we walked around the house and took pictures in the gallery. we ate the mee rebus which was super delicious, the dessert was nice but was a bit too sweet for me. oh, and we sold all of the artwork, yay!!!!!!it was a great night part of it because he was there and because we sat at the stairs instead of at the table like we always do when we go to RD. kak ena, kakna, abg syamly, abizan and myself hung out at coffee hut later that night. we ate keropok lekor and drank coffee and left at 1. told you it was a good day, it was for me at least. thanks or coming how... september 10 ROCKS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/rim.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/rd.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a movie at 7.40 with abizan later. we're watching the cave despite him saying that the movie sucks but abizan wanted to watch it and i have two free tickets to watch that movie so what the hell right. i'm not really into sci fi movies but abizan said it would be nice so who knows right, if it turns out to be nice then thank god but if it doesn't then so help me god i'd choke myself for wasting 2 hours when i could stay at home watching the desperate housewives dvd. abizan, this has nothing to do with you cause i still like watching movies with you. yazid's here, long time no see man. he looks thinner now and kak jiji is standing beside me reading what i just wrote. enjoy the movie me and have a nice life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112857430308251252?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857430308251252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857430308251252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-name-is-stolen-car.html' title='my name is stolen car'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112857364834706327</id><published>2005-09-09T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T21:40:48.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhere in between</title><content type='html'>today i bought my first bra, that was what kakna thought iqah our 11 year old cousin would write in her blog. 11 years old and she already has a blog, when i was her age i only had a headless barbie and a safety pin to electrocute myself. of course that was 10 years back and i didn't know what an internet was and what the hell we use it for. anyway, i guess 10 years is a long time ago and yes the world has change. kids today don't act like they use to back then cause as far as i'm concern last time kids that age go to playgrounds or to their nearby padangs to play tag with their friends and made sure they got back before 7 so they could sit in front of the tv watching power rangers or doreamon. oh wait, that wasn't just any kid, that would my brothers and me. it's not like i'm complaining about the kids now, i honestly think that their different from us last time. i guess that's how the world evovles today, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm at the office with kakna and abizan. they just got back from kuantan last night and they didn't bring me any souveniers. well, i guess i'll have to act like i'm happy that they came back safely. kak jiji was sick yesterday so she slept on the couch for 45 minutes and started mumbling something i coudn't really understand. i followed papa to kepong yeaterday cause he wanted to buy some fishing equipments to bring back, he was out pretty long(i stayed in the car). there wasn't any radio in the car so i ended up listening to my own ringtones, bored with that i continued to listen to the ringtones in papa's mobile. i was giggling alone in the car when papa's mobile screen started to make different sorts of light sequence, that wasn't till i realised that this guy on a bike beside me was looking at what i was doing so i stopped. we went to ou to buy some stuff for a.chik and to uptown to buy some rojak. papa really loves the rojak there. i got a message from mama this morning, it was something like this ' kenapa dah lama tak call mama, am i not in need anymore?' i felt bad after reading that but in the same time couldn't believe my mom thought that i don't need her anymore. i will always be needing her, i realise i haven't contact her for awhile now and yes my reason would be i have no time to go to a public phone. as ridiculous as this may sound, my only stop for a public phone is when i drop by ou and i don't always bring my small changes there. for waht its worth i'm sorry ma for not calling you for such a long time but please don't think that i don't need you anymore. it's nothing like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called him yesterday around 11 to ask how he was doing. yeah, he wasn't feeling well earlier that day so he had to leave from work early. said that he's feeling better after he took his medicine. thought i could call to asked how he was doing but we ended up chatting for almost half an hour. it was nice to talk to him and i'm glad that his feeling much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise papa i'd follow him to ou to get hakim's birthday present later. have a nice day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112857364834706327?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857364834706327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857364834706327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/09/somewhere-in-between.html' title='somewhere in between'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112857347584273714</id><published>2005-09-06T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T21:37:55.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hard rock wall</title><content type='html'>god damn it it's hot today...kak jiji and me went to rimbun dahan to send the artwork, it sure was a long ride there cause instead of following the usual route we followed the van from behind and we ended up going places we never heard before and it was a long torturing drive. it's bad enough that the weather was so panas just now, the road we followed was long and winding. anyway we got there at 11 something and then left after half an hour. this time we followed the usual road which was much shorter, i sat in the car with my skirt up till my knee cause i was sweating like mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked kak jiji to send me home cause i had to take the car and go to the airport, it was 12.30 by then so yeah. got home took out the car, and left. i thought i could stay at the office till 1 and leave but going to the bank and putting in the petrol took me like 15 mins so i just went ahead to the airport. i think i drove a bit too fast just now cause by the time i arrived at the klia toll it was 20 mins 1.20, and i arrived at the airport 10 mins after that. it's not like i did that on purpose. i felt like the car was moving slow so i just went on with it. just hope i didn't get caught speeding. papa sent me back to the office and left to kota damansara. despite the fact that i spent like 4 hours sitting at san fran doing absolutely nothing yesterday i have to go there today cause i promise to meet papa there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day everyone....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112857347584273714?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857347584273714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857347584273714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/09/hard-rock-wall.html' title='hard rock wall'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112857310493245651</id><published>2005-09-05T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T21:36:29.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the final arrears</title><content type='html'>saturday is a good day to stay at home and sleep, well, for me at least. i'm so tired and sleepy right now. just finished with the rimbun dahan work and kakna and abizan decided to spray lacquer paint on it and it looks nice. a friend of theirs came to visit them, kakna and abizan tumpang her house when they went to new york last year. it's half past 4 now, i don't know when we're getting out of here. kakna, abizan and kak ena were suppose to go shopping for jom tukar later this afternoon but kak ena couldn't make it so their doing it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakna was looking for weird names to put on the artwork, i typed out hippie names on the yahoo search and we looked for our hippie names. mine was wintersweet, kakna was journey, abizan who by the way we call him pachingo now was elfino. he hates it when we call him that. actually its just kakna who calls him that, i just laugh along beside her when she does that. i wonder where all this people who came up with this kind of thing get their ideas from, we won't actually no its true right cause honestly i don't believe in this sort of thing. we've been listening to the same cd for a almost a week now, i don't really mind, i'm just saying. kakna just said that we're going back at 6. man.. yestreday go back at 6, now also go back at 6, its a freaking saturday for crying out loud. sorry kakna, i didn't mean that, i'm trying to pretend that i was rebellious for awhile there but turns out i suck at it. kakna's going to kuantan this monday, looks like its just kak jiji and me at the office for 2 days straight. kakna gave me a list of stuff to do while she's gone. money, her cheque, art yours file, wrapping, rimbun dahan. listing it down makes it sound as though i have loads of stuff to do but it's a just a teeny bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dum...dee...dum...dee...dum...have a nice day everyone!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112857310493245651?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857310493245651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857310493245651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/09/final-arrears.html' title='the final arrears'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112857298331522470</id><published>2005-09-02T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T21:29:43.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>panic attack</title><content type='html'>yesterday we went to watch dukes of hazzard and man that movie was damn funny. sean william scott is one hot dude. our show started at 9.30 but we went there half an hour early cause kakna wanted to buy kak ena's birthday present and i was in search of a bag to give him for his birthday. i went to one of the shops there and found this really nice bag but i'm not so sure if i'll get him that cause it was sorta big and the thought of buying something he won't wear in the end sucks big time. i still think its nice though but the hell with it i have like twenty more shops i could browse into before i make a decision. anyway i went to his shop to pick up the summon letter from him, he wanted me to help write a letter to the ou management cause he got sued for opening late. i had like half an hour before the movie started so i sat at his shop and wrote the letter there with him helping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go now cause kak yati's here and she said that sekarang is office hours. sorry kak yati. i love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112857298331522470?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857298331522470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857298331522470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/09/panic-attack.html' title='panic attack'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112857605128687414</id><published>2005-08-30T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:20:51.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>turn this page</title><content type='html'>just uploaded new pictures that i got from kak yati's cd collection. there's one picture of kakna and me standing by the door. this wasn't suppose to be in kak yati's collection, she actually asked me to bring her camera to ou so she could burn her pictures in a cd but we thought it was cool to take photos with it before sending it off, y'know to suprise her with unwanted pictures of beautiful us. kakna and abizan are busy doing the rimbun dahan work, thought i could go sibuk but they would probably just ask me to get lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways he called me this morning to tell me that he can't make it this friday and asked if i was free tonight. can't, sorry, got plans. tomorrow, have to see first cause not like some people i've made plans with others and i can't cancel it just like that. yes, i'm dissapointed with him. he changes his plans with me and decides to do it another day. i have plans of my own too you know. but then again i acted cool in the phone just now cause right about then what he said didn't really stick in my head, it was only after i hung up that i realise that he changed plans. i can't talk to him about this though cause he doesn't know that i'm secretly a bit marah with him. clever me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112857605128687414?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857605128687414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857605128687414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/08/turn-this-page.html' title='turn this page'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112857612458708270</id><published>2005-08-24T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:22:04.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>imitation of life</title><content type='html'>i've decided that today would be a nice day to lepak at san fran. i'm still at the office waiting for kakna and abizan. kakna's going thru some old photos from the digital camera cd and man, it brings back so much memories from the good old days. papa called and said that his on his way back from alor setar and he would be arriving aroud 12 or 1 something. thought he would go back tomorrow but turns out his flight is at 4 in the morning the next day. told him i could send him but he didn't want me to be driving alone at 2 in the morning. i don't really mind you see. cause for one thing i love driving and cause it takes my mind off my problems. got to go, gotta stay sane for my love ones ...have a nice day me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112857612458708270?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857612458708270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857612458708270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/08/imitation-of-life.html' title='imitation of life'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112857628299455222</id><published>2005-08-24T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:24:42.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>preaching the end of the world</title><content type='html'>yesterday was a pretty tiring day for me. woke up at 9, took a bath and drove to the airport to pick papa up. i was there 10 minute before papa arrived so i waited at the entrance. suprisingly there weren't any traffic cops on duty that day so i was thinking i wouldn't have to worry about having some cop appear beside me asking me to move the car. i'm serious there weren't any cops at all. i had nothing to do so i took out my purse and rearranged everything in it and that's when i realised i've been driving from the house to the airport without my license. actually before that day i've been driving around everywhere without my license. boy oh boy, i panicked at first cause i started to worry that just maybe a cop would appear and ask me to move the car but i can't cause i didn't bring my license, and then i'd have to come up with a stupid excuse which i'll feel guilty about later considering i just lied to a cop, and then i'll start to worry that they found out i was lying and i'd be thrown to jail. lying to a cop is a serious offence, did that once and you could say that it wasn't a good experience. but of course that didn't happen(thank god). i made &lt;br /&gt;sure i didn't pass the speed limit on the way back, which is probably the reason why we arrived half an hour late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, red eye was an 'ok' movie for me. it did have some parts where you would go 'omg, what now???' but that whs pretty much it. i'm not too fond of cillian murphy cause his like this cute face dude who's actually evil. he was in batman and i didn't like him in it too. guess that's what you call good acting. if i hate him that much then he must be pretty good. sat at san fran with him and ate the flat cinnamon roll which looked like it had been in display for a week now. well had to finish it eventually cause he was like 'you sure you want to eat that?' and i was like 'uhuh, you want some???' he didn't want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished eating tong yuen, and it was em..em..em..delicious. it's this chinese dessert(i think) and its served with ginger tea hot or cold. kakna bought one for herself cause she said it was nice too. i wonder when we're going back, its bloody 7.40 now. can't wait to go home, wash my flat hair and make myself beautiful again. kakna said that its berdosa to puji yourself, i never compliment myself, well fine, maybe i do it once in a year but c'mon man, who doesn't right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112857628299455222?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857628299455222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857628299455222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/08/preaching-end-of-world.html' title='preaching the end of the world'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112857639712068149</id><published>2005-08-21T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:26:37.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>losing my point of view</title><content type='html'>called amy earlier to ask if she wanted to go out for a drink later. said she could only make it to meet me at 8.30. then i called diyana but said she'll have to confirm with me later tonight cause she sorta needs to stay over at the hospital with her mom. called zihan but i couldn't get her. haven't heard from her for quite some time. called shafeek but he was in kedah, for what, i don't know. that guy seems to be at the stranges places at the strangest time, every single time i call him. haven't seen him since the shop closed. wonder what those 3 are up to. hope diyana and amy makes it. told them we could meet up at the curve, same place last time. i'll try to all zihan again later but i wouldn't put my hopes too high of her coming cause her dad's in the hospital as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love having pictures in here. i just learned how to insert them in here from kakna. yes, i'm a graphic design student who doesn't know how to use to the computer. 3 years ago going through the internet was something i'd always be looking forward to do but now there's really nothing in here i would want to find or look at. of course last time the internet was hard to get and you hardly get to check either your email or find out the latetest gossip you can't get in the local papers. that was my case, don't know about the people out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you people are crazy!!!kakna and abizan just put a hard boiled egg on my face, you guys are lunatics!!!and shahrul i tak menyampah you ada kat sini just bored(just kidding man). happy to have you here!!!!&lt;div 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src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112857654145403014</id><published>2005-08-20T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T00:39:41.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bite me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y13/superdzu/lp-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well lookie,lookie here. kakna was browsing through her old albums and she showed me some of the pictures in there which i can't even recall i was ever in them. this was one of them. this pic was taken before the four of us walked to stadium merdeka for the linkin park concert. linkin park...can't even remember those guys even came here. and abg admi, you look better without that hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/ina.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is a picture of my sister, it was from the same album. i can't remember when it was taken though cause she sure doesn't look as cute as that now. i love you ina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112857654145403014?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857654145403014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857654145403014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/08/bite-me.html' title='bite me!!'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112857696898724418</id><published>2005-08-19T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T01:12:18.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the last laugh of laughter</title><content type='html'>i cancelled my plan to watch a movie with him yesterday cause suprisingly there weren't any good movies showing. there was 'charlie and the chocolate factory' but they had it for midnight onlyand then there was 'the island' to but he watched it like last week. he called at 2 and i told him that i didn't want to watch anything but maybe he would still want meet up with me for dinner. he said that his mom was home, so no, he won't make it but said that he'd call back if he decides to go out. 4 hours later he called and said that we could meet up this weekend since there would be nothing to do and no movie to watch. i said it was cool but deep down...well, you could say i felt the exact opposite. i'm not crazy just sad, sad that i acted like everything was cool when it actually wasn't. i'm sorry how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still at the office with kakna and shahrul, abizan left for his yoga like 15 mins ago. he bought all of us roti bakar from kopitiam and it was super yummy, thanks abizan. anyways, i finished making 2 new dolls for wm and man oh amn it was hard. ok fine, it wasn't that hard but the materials were pretty thick and it was hard to get it under the sewing machine. it was well worth it in the end cause kakna seemed to like it. papa called earlier and told me his arrival time here. he's going to langkawi for 4 days and i asked whether i could follow him there. thinking back, even if kakna approves of me going there, what the hell am i suppose to do for those 4 days...cry in the hotel room regretting my decision of going there, maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting bored, i should help kakna kill the rats at the back. beautiful day by the way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112857696898724418?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857696898724418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857696898724418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/08/last-laugh-of-laughter.html' title='the last laugh of laughter'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112857704339701999</id><published>2005-08-10T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:37:23.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>purple people</title><content type='html'>i'm having my break now so i guess its ok for me to be in front of the computer. called abg afif a short while ago and asked if he wanted to follow me buy my lunch but he didn't want to so here i am. kak jiji's sick so i'll be staying in here alone till 6. i asked abg afif if he wanted to go have dinner with me after work and he said he'll think about it. i was thinking at ou maybe, yeah, so i want to see him, what's the big deal. hear this, i logged in here and realise that they provide 'search for friends' thing and i sorta remembered him saying that signed in for myspace, so i tried to search for it and poof...i found it. last log in date was sept 9 which is almost a year ago, i guess he forgot about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, times up so have to go now. have a nice life me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112857704339701999?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857704339701999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857704339701999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/08/purple-people.html' title='purple people'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112857729344641309</id><published>2005-08-03T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:41:33.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pass in time</title><content type='html'>its 4.34 in the morning and i'm still waiting for the contracter to come. mr palani called a short while ago and said he'll be here in 10 minutes. its more than 10 minutes now buddy where the hell are you????i'm alone at the office now cause like i said kak jiji wanted to go back early cause she forgot to bring her purse and she didn't want to go back to late cause takut later got police stop her and she kena saman. i asked kak jiji to bring me to 7/11 so i could buy some snacks to eat while waiting for mr palani to come. it's so quite outside and i just manage to play some cd's on shahrul's computer. mr palani and his men are here and &lt;br /&gt;they're putting the stuff away in the store room, i'm not so sure if it'll fit though so we'll just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,i asked kak jiji earlier if there was work to be done tomorrow and she said she didn't know. i wanted to unload the stuff from the boxes but then kakna said that the exhibition was still on so i think i should wait for her to come to the office before i do anything. i sent him a msg asking whether he still wanted to watch a movie tomorrow cause he asked me earlier but i didn't give him an answer yet. it was 4 something so i guess he must be sleeping so i thought he would read the message tomorrow morning. i got a reply a couple of minutes later. hmmm...was he sleeping or still awake???? i'm starting to think too much now and now probably isn't the right time to do so, it's 5 in the morning for crying out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was listening to this song from jason mraz and it's an old song. it sort of reminded me back to the time when me and amy were working during the eve of chinese new year last year. most of the shops were closed but his wasn't yet. both of us were standing at the door playing that song so loud. and then he closed the shop went pass us together with alvin and sally. it does remind me of him back to when i didn't really know him. well...those were the old days but it was a really good memory though. i remembered amy calling me up cause i finished early that day and she was suppose to work with faizal. he was this really weird dude who didn't really talk that much. it was only me actually who thought he was weird or was it amy, and diyana, and zihan as well. amy called to tell me that all the shops there were closed and that wm was the only operating shop in that hour. she said that all the rempit2 guys came out and she was starting to freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the contracters finish unloading the wood works and they left like half an hour ago. its 5.18 now and i'm thinking of staying over cause i would be alone when i closed the roller shutter and i ain't staying outside alone at this time of the hour. yeah...i shouldn't have said i wanted to see that movie today, i'm going to be pretty sleepy later in the morning. should i cancel...or should i just go...hmm...i'm listening to kakna's old cd's and that bonnie clyde song reminds me of the time i went to college using the lrt. i played that song and a couple more songs from the same cd while waiting to arrive at college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just sms-ed kakna to tell her that i'm staying over at the office so she wouldn't get worried. it's kinda of late to do that but at least she wouldn't wake up the next morning to find me not being at the house and starts worrying when i'm actually safe at the office. i made sure all the doors were locked before i continued with whatever i was doing. its 20 minute to 6 and i can't really sleep yet. my eyes are pretty tired though i just can't get myself to sleep. can't believe wondermilk won't be where it used to be tomorrow. well...life still has to go on. i'll miss that place, the people there, our neighbours, the friends i've made although there weren't too many of them, i'll miss watching the so many people walking around ou and the weird song that our next door neighbour always, always plays. it use to drive me nuts listening to that song but when you've listen to it for the hunderdth time you'll eventually get use to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112857729344641309?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857729344641309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857729344641309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/08/pass-in-time.html' title='pass in time'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112857750525543284</id><published>2005-08-03T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:45:05.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's the frequency???</title><content type='html'>wondermilk is officially closed. we were allowed to resume business till the 31st so yesterday me kak jiji went there at 10 to meet up with the contracter and start packing up the stuff to be brought back to the office. there wasn't really too much work but it still took us a while to pack up the stuff there. we went out for a late lunch around 4 something cause he asked if i wanted to go out for awhile. i joined him at san fran while kak jiji had her lunch at mark's. i couldn't stay long though cause there was still work to be done so half an hour later me kak jiji went up and cleaned the shop. right now it's 11.04 and i'm at the office with kak jiji waiting for the contracter to send the wm remainings here. i am so sleepy right now and man, is it bored in here or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i went to ou early today to meet up with kak jiji and mr palani(the contracter). everything is settled now and thank god for that. we have like 3 days to get the hell out ou before they hand over the space to the new tenant. izmir was here for a short while, kak jiji asked about amy and he said that she was still at work typing a report. i wanted to call her but then i think i called some indonesian house cause this indonesian lady picked up the phone and she sounded pissed. chill out lady, it's 11 o clock for gods sake. nobody sleeps at 11 o clock. or do they....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finished packing up all the stuff and arranged the boxes to the side cause we were thinking that maybe we could come back around 10 something to collect the boxes. kak jiji went home first while i stayed at the shop for a couple more hours and played some song loud enough so i wouldn't hear the noise outside. i went down to have dinner at kfc since i was hungry, i could have gone home but there wasn't anything i wanted to eat there. i just finished eating when he called to ask where i was, so i waited for him to come down but we left a couple of minutes after he came cause it was starting to freeze. we went to jusco to buy some stuff. i bought some toiletteries while he bought himself a new toothbrush and some orange juice to bring home. i was waiting for him to pay when mr palani called and told me that he was at the shop bringing down the boxes. so yeah, i had to rush home to collect the office keys and went to the office to open up the door for the contracter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't visit u. chik today and i feel so bad right now. i hope he gets better soon, a. chik has been sleeping at the hospital since last sunday. y'know...out of all the people, i never thought u. chik would be the one lying on a hospital bed, it's not like i want anyone else to be in a hospital but yeah, cause as far as i'm concern the man eats healthy food everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...i'm thinking of calling him later but i don't if i should cause his either playing his game or he's with his friend. lets see...its 5 minutes to 12 now so na-a, it's too late. and...i called him, i was scared to call him at first considering it was freaking 12 o clock in the morning. he got his ipod already and he's trying to download some songs in it right now. we didn't talk long but it was still nice to talk to him though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRY UP MR CONTRACTER!!!!!!! man, i'm so sleepy now. kak jiji said she has to leave by 12.45 and its like what now 12.30. i wouldn't mind staying alone but then i wouldn't want to be alone at 3 in the morning when the contracter gets here. hmm..should i go back and sleep and wait till the contracter calls or should i just wait....wait or go back...wait or go back...wait or go back...wait or zzzzzzzzz...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112857750525543284?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857750525543284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857750525543284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/08/whats-frequency.html' title='what&apos;s the frequency???'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112857761256594119</id><published>2005-07-31T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:46:52.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>talk in tongues</title><content type='html'>it's 1.10 in the morning and i'm still at the office with kakna, abizan, kak ena,shahrul and abg syamly. man, i'm sleepy and tired right now but it was all worth it. the art yours exhibition we just had was a blast and guess what a lot of the guest showed up. it was a fun night although i stayed at the kitchen most of the time with kak yati and the rest of the gang preparing food for the guest outside. he came and i was so glad to see him. he hung out for quite some time. i showed him the whole office and the kitchen. diyana came as well, and it was nice to see her again. amy and izmir helped serve the food and drinks. amy was complaining that this australian guy was freaking her out, turns out that this particular guy omce came to wondermilk back when amy was working and he was trying to mengorat her(i think). after the event ended amy told me that she didn't serve food to the guy at all, pity the man...the food was really great especially the desert. em...em...em...em...em...delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have to go back now, i'm waiting for kakna, abizan and shahrul. goodnight everyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112857761256594119?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857761256594119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857761256594119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/07/talk-in-tongues.html' title='talk in tongues'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112857768461774509</id><published>2005-07-20T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:48:04.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday fizzy + rita</title><content type='html'>i'm at the office with kak jiji right now. i just finished writing that summon letter for 1 utama. i haven't eaten yet but i did buy some kuih from the stall near the house and i am full. kak jiji bought the kuey teow. hi this is kak jiji. i've just hijacked this computer and now i've bestowed the duty of finishing this boring blog bla bla bla.. hanis is looking for a really short song to put in her mix tape. she says theres enough space for a minute. MY ASS! theres like 15 seconds left. what a doof! hey hanis! i wuv you! peace out my sister from a different mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112857768461774509?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857768461774509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112857768461774509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-birthday-fizzy-rita.html' title='happy birthday fizzy + rita'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112858267601190613</id><published>2005-07-14T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:11:16.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody's changing</title><content type='html'>so yeah, i haven't written for quite some time and believe me when i say that a lot has been happening since then. kakna has got herelf in this tv show called jom tukar which has been airing since early june. kak jiji is working part time with the clickproject, the click guys are having an art exhibition end of this month, wondermilk's closing and my life, well...a lot has been happening to that too. i've put myself in a big mess, and i'm paying for it, and it's a hard task to go through. i have problems with my parents, they(its just my dad actually)found out i lied about my studies and i feel so bad. but, he was pretty cool about it which suprised me cause i really thought he would yell at me for lying to him all this while. i still have to go through my mama now and that my friend is scaring the crap of me now. i'm making my parents sound bad when they're actually really nice and just trying to be supportive. i'm so, so bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough about that, wondermilk's closing end of this month and i still can't believe its happening. we're having a moving on sale and most of our stuff are 50-20ff and the suppliers stuff are all 10ff. the sales is sure helping us clear the the shop cause we are suppose to clear everything before the 24th of this month. emm...i'm sure going to miss that place and the people there. we have two new part timers working at the shop now, a guy and a girl, both students. the guy is a bit like pemalu and the girl, well the girl is a bit garang for me. they're both good in terms of looking after the customers but not so good when it comes to keeping the shop clean and tidy. i don't know why i even bother to write down 'keep the shop clean and tidy' on the shop's white board when no one actually reads it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things hasn't turn out to well for me when it comes to him. lets just say that he's not the same person i knew a year ago. i won't say its a good or bad thing, its just a mix of both. but he's still sweet and nice as ever. i asked if he wanted to watch a movie some time this week. i didn't really tell him when but i was thinking this saturday, after work. &lt;br /&gt;i'm at the office with kak jiji and kak farah now. it's 4.15 now and i haven't had a proper meal since this morning except for the sardine roll i bought frm the stall near the house. i was up late last night watching some of kakna's dvd. i just finished watching dirty dancing: havana night and i thought it was super nice and romantic as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, after all the things that has been happening for the past couple of months, i'm thinking i could change all that by changing myself and by that i mean start to think positive and be a better person. i'm not saying i can change in a whole week but i'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerio darling....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112858267601190613?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858267601190613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858267601190613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/07/everybodys-changing.html' title='everybody&apos;s changing'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112858278232895818</id><published>2005-05-18T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:13:02.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my cousin</title><content type='html'>i'm at the office now, i came here to pack up some stuff for the shop. i'm not very good in sewing,unlike my cousin kakna.she's so talented like oh my god!&lt;br /&gt;i wish for her beauty, her sense of fashion and her lovely hair.&lt;br /&gt;my cousin dzurina is the epitome of perfection.&lt;br /&gt;i love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112858278232895818?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858278232895818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858278232895818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-cousin.html' title='my cousin'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112858285167746084</id><published>2005-04-13T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:14:11.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm in a parked car</title><content type='html'>yesterday after work i went home ate 2 bowls of auntie chik's tomyam ad chatted with kakna till 1 in the morning. kakna told me abt what happened to her at the office and how she could sleep easily now. well, i'm happy for you kakna. knowing that today would me my off day i was hoping i could like at least wake up around 12 something( it makes me sound like a lazy person i know), but you know how the human body works right, some people has a built in alarm clock in their body, and thats exactly what i have in me right now. i would always wake up at either 9 or 10am even when if my work shift starts at 2. i wish i could set my alarm clock off so it would stop bothering me whenever i want to get up late in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;so today, i didn't do much interesting stuff. i woke up, showered and had to get ready to send kakna to the office. i went to tesco to buy papa's stuff and went back to have my lunch and watched tv. and right now i'm at the office cause i had to get out from the house cause it was really hot in there and i was sweating like mad. oh guess what he sent me a msg yesterday telling me that he'll be home today, yay!! gtg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112858296409769908</id><published>2005-03-10T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:16:04.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another day that i can't find my head</title><content type='html'>4 days ago i turned 21, 5 days ago i can't stop complaining about turning 21 but life has to go on and i got over it eventually. turning 21 probably isn't a big deal to some people but for me it is cause i haven't done the things i want to do before turning 21, like jumping on kakna while she's asleep or climbing mount everest perhaps. kakna's birthday is around the corner and i have no idea what to get for her. hmm.. i wonder what should i get her???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kak yati and abg admi left for switzerland last night but i didn't have the chance to say goodbye cause i was working at the time. i called mama last night to ask whether the news about them not moving to kuching was true, it was. mama told me she cried after hearing the news from papa and i couldn't help feeling sorry for my family cause i was really hoping they would move out from that house and start a new life some place else. before i heard about the cancellation i couldn't stop imagining myself in our new house somewhere in kuching. mama said they had to cancel their plan of coming here too cause they wanted to keep the foc ticket for hari raya this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy called me yesterday and asked if we could meet up during lunch time. i told her i had to call her back cause i made plans with someone else earlier so yeah. he called me yesterday night to ask if i was free tonight, well, i couldn't think of anything to do by then plus amy said she wants to meet up at lunch time so i guess i'll be free. i sent amy an sms saying that i could meet her at the office since i'll be going there, she was ok with it but i just got a call from her a few minutes ago saying that she can only make it here around 5. i don't think i can make it to see her cause i have a movie at 6. sorry amy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its bloody cold here at the office, i'm here with kakna only cause abizan left for yoga like an hour ago and kak jiji's still at wm. we had tuna sandwich for breakfast and it was super delicious. i can't wait for the movie tonight, yipee. beautiful day today by the way, hope it stays like this till the end of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112858296409769908?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858296409769908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858296409769908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/03/another-day-that-i-cant-find-my-head.html' title='another day that i can&apos;t find my head'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112858309632075532</id><published>2005-02-28T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:18:16.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say goodbye and fly away</title><content type='html'>so, last night i left my journal hanging without a closure and asked kakna+abizan to end it for me in a good way(thanks guys,thanks alot). i went to ou thinking i could buy movie tickets for kakna, abizan and myself but the line was long at tgv so i ended up sitting at san fran and asked zihan to finish an hour early to join me there cause i didn't want to go there alone. he called me earlier when i was hanging out at the office to ask if i was coming to ou, i said no cause i wasn't even't thinking of going to ou by then. he saw me at the shop eventually and called me when i was at san fran and i asked whether he could do me a favour and send me home cause i didn't have any transport back. thanks man. kakna called and i told her that the line was long and it would be impossible for me to get the tickets for our movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm suppose to start work at 2 today but i wanted to stay over at the office a little bit longer so i called up zihan and asked her to tell yvonne i'd be an hour late. i wanted to start work at 10, but yesterday i tried to call both zihan and yvonne but i think they switched off their phones. i did call them earlier to inform them that i would start work at 2 but me being me i ended up changing my mind after half an hour and thought i could start work at 10 but after i failed to get neither zihan or yvonne i guess i'll have to start work at 2. i'm not really good at making decisions, and i know that. if i was asked to make any kind of decision with a 10 min time bomb beside me, i'd turn to ashes before i could make a decision. i am so bad...kakna just told me she hated me cause its always hard getting me to answer the phone and that she didn't really want to talk to me when she called me, what's the point of calling me then??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have another 45 minute before i start work, i have yet another dental appointment at 3 tomorrow and asked zihan if she could work 2-6 for me. i should leave early. its a sunday and the traffic at ou must be like hell not to mention the parking there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112858309632075532?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858309632075532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858309632075532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/02/say-goodbye-and-fly-away.html' title='say goodbye and fly away'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112858327233168043</id><published>2005-02-26T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:21:12.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when i go crazy</title><content type='html'>i went to pasar tani with kakna and a. chik early this morning. god, i felt so sleepy there i swear i could have slept standing while waiting for a. chik. i slept at 12 last night but then at 1.25 kakna came home and i woke up and she started telling me how good the movie was. i wish i could join them for the movie but i can't cause i had to work. we talked and talked till 2.30 and decided we should sleep by then cause we had to wake up at 6.30 and had like another 4 hours to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of going to mcdonalds drive thru at damansara perdana and just sit there till midnight. that place is really nice. i know he finishes early today so i thought i could ask him to join me there, that is if he didn't mind coming. kakna kind of ask me whether i wanted to see a movie with her earlier this morning and i said yes(bloody stupid forgetful me). i guess i have to cancel my initial plan for today. i can't decide on what movie to watch tonight though, its either boogeyman or hide+seek. hmm...i wonder which movie would scare the living hell out of me. the last movie i watched that took me a month to get over it would be dark water.man...that was one creepy movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kak yati just left with abg admi. we still can't decide on what to have for lunch. abizan suggested kopitiam but i prefer to kill myself before eating there again.hmmm the thought of killing myself sounds like a good idea now.&lt;br /&gt;i am a troubled girl with a tortured soul,i would like to pull out my hair and weave it into a teddybear and later give it to the guy i'm currently in love with...&lt;br /&gt;my mr.sepet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112858327233168043?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858327233168043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858327233168043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/02/when-i-go-crazy.html' title='when i go crazy'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112858346414518332</id><published>2005-02-24T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:24:24.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>culture lives with sound+vision</title><content type='html'>something bad happened to me yesterday, it really freaked me out and i'm still freaked out right now. the whole thing happened around 3-4pm. it started when this really old chinese guy came in the shop when i was alone there and started to ask me where my boss was, i told him they won't be coming here. i then gave him the office no with ifzan's name and he went outside to make the call to ifzan and all i can remember is that he came back in ask for 100 ringgit change and in exchange he gave me a cheque. after he left i completely forgot what happened, it wasn't until half an hour later when i opened the cash register to give one of the customer her change that i realize there weren't anymore of the 50 ringgit notes. i suddenly remembered the cheque and called abizan immediately to ask if he received a call from anyone half an hour ago, there was none. actually when i saw the cheque i knew there was something wrong with it so i went to ask the guys at gamester direct and they said that the cheque can't be cashed. i told kakna what happened and yeah she was dissapointed with me and i mean really dissapointed ok. sorry kakna, i'm really sorry. i went to make a police report before lunch and asked whether kakna could accompany me there. we weren't there for too long though. we went off to ikea later after that. i had soup with bread and it was nice. i haven't ate lunch with the click guys for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i took an off day today. he called a few days back and asked whether i wanted to follow him to ikea cause he wanted to get some stuff there. i couldn't think of what i would be doing, so i agreed. he called me before i left for the police station and he sounded sick(poor guy). so, no, i guess i won't be seeing him today. hope he gets well soon though. we're going to kak ena's house after these guys finish their work. i think their actually done with whatever they're suppose to do cause abizan and kak jiji's sitting in front of the computer watching the 'queer eye for the straight guy' dvd. kakna just got back from bumidental and called all of us suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last monday after work i called isz and chatted with him for awhile cause he called me earlier that morning and i couldn't really talk to him so i said i'd call back after i get home from work. i told him about how last time at school me and my friends would gather at our table and gossip about the guys in class. he started laughing when i told him about what me and my friends used to say about him. it was really nice to talk to him. i'm starting to forget a few of the sabah words i used to use when i talked with my friends there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to go...i miss him..hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112858346414518332?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858346414518332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858346414518332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/02/culture-lives-with-soundvision.html' title='culture lives with sound+vision'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112858366484258546</id><published>2005-02-18T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:27:44.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>emergency buns</title><content type='html'>i was suppose to work today but my whole mouth hurts and my bloody head is giving me a bloody headache.it doesn't hurt much now though.i went to see u.chik before lunch and he fixed more brackets on my teeth.you know how it is when you start to wear something new, like a ring on your finger and you can't help playing with it, taking it off and wearing it back,well i'm kind of like that. right now, i can't stop brushing my inner lips on my brackets, its so uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had lunch at kopitiam with kakna, sister binks, abizan and kak jiji. i was thinking of going to mcd to buy some ice cream and eating it at kopitiam but i change my mind. i had the mee siam and lime juice and it cost me like 6 ringgit. the mee was kind of nice but my lime juice was bloody sweet, i finished it anyway.had some of kakna's mee hailam and em..em..em.. it was delicious. we went back to the office and i called zihan asking her if she could work till 10, that girl is my life saviour. &lt;br /&gt;have to go, kakna wants her computer back. i miss him....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112858366484258546?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858366484258546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858366484258546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/02/emergency-buns.html' title='emergency buns'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112858409681993202</id><published>2005-01-30T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:34:56.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saints and sinners</title><content type='html'>i went to the pasar tani with a.chik and abizan this morning. i had to wake up at 6 cause i had to pick up abizan from his house and then a.chik at the hospital. we were out quite long actually cause by the time i reached home it was 9.30 already. i dropped a.chik and abizan at the hospital after the pasar tani and went home to pick up kak yati. i didn't want to stay at the hospital at first cause i haven't bathe yet.she said i could bathe at the hospital and i could borrow kakna's towel,so yeah i stayed. it was pretty cold in there but after bathing under the hot shower i felt so clean and warm. kakna's was discharged today anyway,yipee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived home at half past 12 and i thought maybe i could sleep for awhile before my shift starts but nooo..by the time i finished eating breakfast it was 1 already.i managed to close ny eyes for the next 15 minutes though. i got up and bathe again cause i felt so freakishly hot and left for work. i spent like half an hour in the basement searching for a parking space, its really hard to get a parking on weekends. he called me while i was still at the basement and i complained to him about how i went ten whole rounds at the basement and still i failed to get a parking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left ou an hour late cause i wanted to wait for him,he finishes at 7 so i figured waiting for another hour wont hurt right.i had some stuff to buy for abizan and kakna anyway but for what its worth guys i'm sorry if i kept you waiting. he offered to send me to the car, it wasn't that far though i just didn't want to walk pass the car wash area so.thanks anyway man, oh, and i'm glad you liked the chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go now by the way. kakna's waiting for me at home+abizan's starting to get a little bit cranky. better leave now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112858409681993202?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858409681993202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858409681993202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/01/saints-and-sinners.html' title='saints and sinners'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112858429990158990</id><published>2005-01-27T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:38:19.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all the pleasures of june</title><content type='html'>hey where's my previous entry, i did post it right?or was it all just a dream....hmmph.kakna was admitted to the hospital cause she was positive of dengue.she looked reallly sick man.i offered to stay with her at the hospital the whole day but here i am at the office just sitting around and listening to this two guys interviewing abizan.well, i was suppose to go to hospital with kakna just now but kak yati said i could just go tonight. what the hell am i suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of going to the curve, find the cheapest cafe where i could sit and have a drink and read my book. its quiet+no one knows me there, so yeah....but i'm stilll contemplating whether or not i should go cause he did say that he wants to go there for a drink with a couple of his friends and i don't want him to think that i went there just so i could see him. i have a life you know, it doesn't just evovle with him in the picture everyday.oh, i'm not working today by the way cause i thought i would be spending the whole day at the hospital with kakna.i'm going there later to accompany her for one night. i learned to spell some words correctly from kak jiji just now. i never knew it was suppose be spelt that way. no wonder my english sucks, i keep on using the wrong words at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakna slept at a.chiks room last night so i was all alone at the room last night. i watched some tv before going to bed. i started to feel lonely so i sent him a msg askng whether he was asleep yet.he called shortly after that and we talked for almost an hour. i was glad he called cause i really needed someone to talk to.i felt like i was being selfish for making him talk to me and listen to me cause i could hear him yawning at the other side. i could just imagine what he would say if he were to read this, he would say that it was nothing and i didn't have to say all this. how could i not feel selfish when i was laying comfortably in bed while he was at his living room probably sitting and hurting his back and because he called me when i was the one desperate to have someone to talk to, so yeah... it was one weird, torturing conversation though, but eitherway it was still nice just talking+listening to him and i want to thank him for being a good listener even if he won't except it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to go now and i think i'll just by at the curve for a quick drink. should i go or should i not, hmm....we'll see though, i still want to hang at the office to play some games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112858429990158990?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858429990158990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858429990158990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/01/all-pleasures-of-june.html' title='all the pleasures of june'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112858452096828942</id><published>2005-01-13T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:42:00.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my stepmother is a alien</title><content type='html'>i finished work at 6 today.i felt quite sleepy in the shop just now cause i had nothing to do except starring outside watching people pass by the shop.sales pretty much sucks today,well it's been like this a long time ago but then came deepavali,then hari raya,then the school holidays,then christmas so it hasn't been this bad since like 4 months ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112858452096828942?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858452096828942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858452096828942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-stepmother-is-alien.html' title='my stepmother is a alien'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112858458529857585</id><published>2004-12-02T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:57:43.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the bread story</title><content type='html'>at last a day of total rest+ peace(i decided to take an off day today).i went to watch a movie with him since today was his off day as well.so, after the movie we went to ikea for a quick drink cause he had to be home before 6.i know,i know,ikea is like the last place to go on your off day but do i really have a choice.that's like the only place i could think of by then,which is near and not in ou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've book my flight ticket today and i was planning to pay for the ticket online but my brother told me he could go to the bank tomorrow and pay there instead.man,i'm really broke right now.i don't think i have enough money to survive for this whole month.i still owe abizan a birthday present,ina's birthday is coming up and then abg admi's.that's not my only problem,i still have no idea what i'm going to have for my break time at ou after i get back.lets see...what can i buy with three bucks in my pocket(cause that's the amount i was planning to spend after i get back)hmmmm.....i can only think of one thing though that'll cos less than three bucks..bread(urghhh).i can't eat bread for three damn weeks plus i'm tired of all the breads at ou and stuff thats got to do with breads.NO MORE BREADS!!!i don't mean to exaggerate or anything but thats the truth.he did say he could pay for my food,that was really sweet of him and i really appreciated it but not for one whole month man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112858458529857585?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858458529857585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858458529857585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2004/12/bread-story.html' title='the bread story'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112858467744629162</id><published>2004-11-07T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:44:37.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hope to be a writer</title><content type='html'>its been awhle since i wrote something in here.didn't really have the time to go online nowadays cause the only way i can use the net is either by going to the office or cc,which was closed by the time i finished work except for the cc of course.the only way i would even go there is when my brother's around.i did go there yesterday though after i forced my brother to quit playing his ps2 and accompany me to that freaky place.thanks bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel guilty not saying goodbye to him last night.i'm always doing this to him,wonder if it hurts him as much as it hurts me when he left me going home alone in that stupid dark basement.why didn't they have any lights on?have they not heard about those freaky stories involving the basement and women walking alone in there.i did stand in front of his shop for the next five minutes after i closed the shop just to say bye to him but i he didn't see me so i left cause if i did wait a minute longer ifzan would be pissed off with me.(he was waiting for me at the basement btw)sorry man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm at the office now,at click's brand new office.i decided to walk here when i started to regret doing that cause i could feel the raindrops on my head just when i was halfway to my destination.i didn't want to turn back cause then my weekend would end up to be the same every single time.i was thinking of going to ou today so i could discuss the raya schedule with the part timers and maybe pass them their salary but then i had to change my plan cause i still don't have their salary with me yet and mus has been asking about his pay for the past 3 days.wm called me a few times but i didn't answer thinking it could be mus calling to ask about his pay and i was afraid that he would start to scream at me through the phone asking why the hell it's taking to long for us to ready his salary(sheesh...and i call myself his senior,you're afraid of the guy for crying out loud).i do feel bad about not answering the call though but its better not to answer than to create another stupid excuse about this whole thing.sorry my faithful workers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go there to do some shopping as well and maybe,just maybe i could see him today.i know this sounds pathetic cause the fact that i see him almost everyday but i miss him now. i fell down the stairs yesterday and now my back hurts.it didn't hurt yesterday though but now it feels like i've been kick in the back by someone.(damn you slippery stairs)&lt;br /&gt;another more week and we'll be celebrating hari raya.it doesn't feel like a month though cause maybe i didn't puasa for like two weeks this ramadhan.man,i won't have any raya spirit in me and that sucks big time.i won't be celebrating this hari raya with my family but i don't really mind though,i do miss them,i really miss them.anyway,selamat hari raya me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112858467744629162?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858467744629162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858467744629162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-hope-to-be-writer.html' title='i hope to be a writer'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112858476387125030</id><published>2004-10-10T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:46:03.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its a no brainer</title><content type='html'>ahh...finally a rest day.well actually i had to go to ou for an interview.yeah we have new part timers.i made a list of our part timers and there's been 20 of them altogether,it never ends does it?i'm at the office now.i didn't talk to him today cos i was busy with kakna and jiji + ifzan as well.i really wish i could say goodbye to him before i left but i didn't see him in the shop.i'm going to tanjung malim for a kenduri today,have fun hanis.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112858476387125030?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858476387125030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858476387125030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-no-brainer.html' title='its a no brainer'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112858500738725270</id><published>2004-09-03T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:50:07.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woohoo!!</title><content type='html'>i had to go to the office today to finish up some work,my dad is here and i haven't really seen him yet.i'm such a bad person,i'm supposed to be home spending time with him but nooo..,here i am at the cc with my brother again.don't get me wrong though i love spending time with him,its just that my dad doesn't really come here to often,so yeah,i do feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;i'm nearly finish with the stock counts,woohooo!!!.i was working on some papers when he came down to join me.we're running out of topics to talk about,so i just sat there waiting for him to start asking me something,and he did.he asked about my studies and all but i wasn't really in the mood to talk about it but i answered anyway.i finished half of the stocks and hopefully by next week it'll be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin came by the shop and we started chatting,he told me about his work and yeah it wasn't a suprise for me to hear about what he does for a living.he told me about his relationship with his girlfriend(which by the way isn't going to well).i gave him some advices that i hope would make him feel good in some ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112858500738725270?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858500738725270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858500738725270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2004/09/woohoo.html' title='woohoo!!'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112858510308763705</id><published>2004-08-27T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:51:43.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.....</title><content type='html'>i just finished work and here i am at the cc with my brother.just now at work one of friends confessed to me about something that kind of freak me out a little but hell those things do happen to all of us.i was so sad for her.she had some problems going on with this guy and the way she talked to me about it made me speechless.i really had no idea what to say to her so we both ended up staying quite and all.i wish i could say something that would probably make her feel good but i've never been in a relationship before so i didn't know what would be the right and perfect word at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out with this friend of mine and i told him about the problems i'm having with my life right now.we talked,and yeah i got the same feedbacks from him as i did from my other friends.its not like i'm not open to any of their suggestions and i really do appreciate them helping me out but it's really hard for me to do what they're asking me to do,so i probably won't do it at all or maybe i will but i'll need the time to think this whole thing over and lots of it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112858510308763705?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858510308763705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858510308763705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2004/08/hmm.html' title='hmm.....'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112858518550863819</id><published>2004-08-24T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:53:05.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful day</title><content type='html'>today went pretty good for me.my friends,they're working today and we chatted all morning which is unusual for me cause i've never had such long conversations with them like i did today.i'm starting to learn more about them everytime i go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm at the cc now with my brother,a place where i never thought i'd ever visit but come to think of it,it's quite nice sitting here with your very own pc and writting stuff that i hope wouldn't be read by any other human being besides the ones i know(yes you with those gucci spects,and you with those crazy eyes).well at least i think they'll be reading this.my cousin said that she was watching this really nice tv show called jessica,and the way she explained it made me really want to see it.so after showering i sat in front of the tv and waited for the second part of jessica to be aired.at first it went well cause i was thinking that this jesse girl would get her revenge after what her mother and sister had done to her but noooooo.the ending sucks and big time too.thanks alot man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112858518550863819?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858518550863819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858518550863819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2004/08/wonderful-day.html' title='wonderful day'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112858524972924411</id><published>2004-07-16T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:54:09.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bee-e-utiful day</title><content type='html'>the click guys are having an intrview with the beautiul soong ai ling and i'm just here to waste my time.i have yet another dental appointment today at 2.so if i figured that i would have to start work at 4 most probably.i'm having my mid term exam tomorrow morning so i just hope that all the hard work i did for the past few days pays off with me getting a good resault.i love my myself and i still think i'm much more beautiful than my cousin.i love you dzu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112858524972924411?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858524972924411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858524972924411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2004/07/bee-e-utiful-day.html' title='bee-e-utiful day'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112858532832233565</id><published>2004-07-11T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:55:28.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>food poison</title><content type='html'>today i heard that one of my friend suffered from food poisoning and was sent to the hospital.she was asked to stay there for a few days until she felt ok,pity her man.the last time i had food poisoning was like 2 months ago and boy oh boy it really wasn't a good experience.i'm working this afternoon at 4 by the way.i'm here at the office just to kill time and wait until my shift starts.dzu's here with me and no i don't think she's beautiful.i'm much more better looking than her man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112858532832233565?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858532832233565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858532832233565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2004/07/food-poison.html' title='food poison'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17331364.post-112858538994187835</id><published>2004-07-06T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:56:29.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my beautiful talented cousin</title><content type='html'>dzu is my cousin.she's super!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17331364-112858538994187835?l=turnthispage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858538994187835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17331364/posts/default/112858538994187835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnthispage.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-beautiful-talented-cousin.html' title='my beautiful talented cousin'/><author><name>basket case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343260596429638129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a221/stolencar84/DSC06133.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
