<?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-2388732869462722386</id><updated>2011-07-29T05:07:41.896+08:00</updated><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St3l0y68RoI/AAAAAAAAAs4/IIv8DRpI_Tc/s1600-h/karte-6-645.gif'/><category term='c'/><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>330</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-4677181039280125413</id><published>2009-12-14T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:29:14.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GONE</title><content type='html'>You'll find me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://norathirahazman.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-4677181039280125413?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/4677181039280125413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/4677181039280125413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/gone.html' title='GONE'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-1565862800116667233</id><published>2009-11-20T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:14:19.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Athirah</title><content type='html'>misses this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-1565862800116667233?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/1565862800116667233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/1565862800116667233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/athirah.html' title='Athirah'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-6617502618362521965</id><published>2009-11-06T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:52:32.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was That An Earthquake Or Did You Just Rock My World?</title><content type='html'>It was just like a scene from a horror movie...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAA, what an opening line huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was waiting for the lift (Because going up using stairs is a form of pure torture) and when the lift on the right opened, it was dark. Dark dark, as in 'not even the emergency lights were on' dark. Not funny, so I waited for the lift on the right. When it opened, it was dark too! I was already thinking of going up the stairs (After watching numerous horror and thriller movies, I have concluded that at least one person is attacked/dies in the lift) when the original lift (the one on the right) opened and a woman came out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked her if it was scary and she said, "No la, It's so fast!". So I stepped into the lift, pressed '15', covered my face with my hoodie and turned "Nothing Lasts Forever" (Ironic no?) at full blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously I survived the ride, or I wouldn't be typing it out, would I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-6617502618362521965?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6617502618362521965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6617502618362521965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/was-that-earthquake-or-did-you-just.html' title='Was That An Earthquake Or Did You Just Rock My World?'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-8972210042027986459</id><published>2009-11-02T22:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:58:26.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Fart? Because You Blew Me Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Since Afiq had a birthday party and my dad went to the office, I took Adam to the congested building  with the 'Secret Garden' for lunch. And no, I'm not talking about the garden from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Frances Hodgson Burnett's novel.  Anyways, we headed to Carls Jr. because my beloved brother wanted the satisfy his hunger with the Chilli Cheese Fries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When I went to water counter, I decided to try the Iced Tea and took a piece of lemon as well. When I drank it, my first expression was :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Su7yH0-GJYI/AAAAAAAAAvw/dXF5R3HgmQ8/s400/214119777_17f129158c.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 288px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399519219555902850" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It was horrible! Since it's refillable, and Adam initially wanted Coke and I purposely filled it with Iced Tea so the Coke won't ruin the taste of the Iced Tea when I refill it (confused?), I made HIM finish the drink. How? I told him to either risk being embarrassed by throwing the Iced Tea into the sink or finish it to refill it with Coke (Ha-ah, Cocaine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam, being the ever so macho guy, decided to finish it. While he was finishing it, I read the card where the whole menu is listed, and it clearly stated UNSWEETENED Iced Tea! Maybe they should emphasize the fact that it's unsweetened on the dispenser too?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; And no, this will not go into the "Hall of Bimbotic Moments".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-8972210042027986459?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/8972210042027986459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/8972210042027986459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-you-fart-because-you-blew-me-away.html' title='Did You Fart? Because You Blew Me Away'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Su7yH0-GJYI/AAAAAAAAAvw/dXF5R3HgmQ8/s72-c/214119777_17f129158c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-8932908846752952186</id><published>2009-10-30T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:37:08.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Actual Conversations&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Are you with ___?&lt;div&gt;B: Nope, he's not here right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: I mean, are you in a relationship with him?&lt;br /&gt;B: OHHH, HAHAHAHAH NOOOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scene: A meets B with B's girlfriend&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: So, what are you doing now?&lt;br /&gt;B: Uhh, dating?&lt;br /&gt;A: I mean, generally. Where are you studying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-8932908846752952186?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/8932908846752952186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/8932908846752952186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/actual-conversations-are-you-with-b.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-3126135159115152386</id><published>2009-10-19T23:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:56:59.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Friends Will Run In The Rain Just To See The Guy Who Broke Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Considering that this week will be our last official week at TCSH, why not be a little 'mischievous' eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After break,Farah &amp;amp; I saw two empty tables with bags around opposite the escalators on the second floor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Yes escalators, which have contributed to the laziness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, so we &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Okay la, I admit it. I was the one. I had to drag her along) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;decided to organize a mini 'Treasure Hunt'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ashoke, Irfan and Ken were sitting at that table about half an hour ago&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; (I sat with them before that) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so I knew it would be pretty harmless to 'steal'&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (misplace would be a better term)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; one of their bags. I wanted to steal Ashoke's but his wasn't there, so had to steal Irfan's instead. Buttt, we were kind enough to leave a note &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Your bag is with me, WHO AM I? ---&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; The arrow indicates the location of the bag, which was at the Gen-Y, a computer lab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. Hid his bag at the Gen-Y, then decided to leave a note outside the lab,saying that his bag in somewhere in there,  just in case that poor guy couldn't figure out the clue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(A-levels students are having their exams now, wouldn't want him to suffer without his notes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The whole thing would have went perfectly and we would have been the 'mysterious stealers', but we just had to bump into Irfan just as we were about to leave the Gen-Y! And the fact that we were laughing non-stop at our accomplished mission &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(or not)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;didn't help either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Went back after 15 minutes to the same table, and saw Ken &amp;amp; Irfan eating their nutritious lunch &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(2 Maggi Cups)&lt;/span&gt; and acted all 'innocent'. Obviously, he figured out the truth. When I admitted it was me, Ken said, "Ohh, at first he thought it was Farah." And when I asked Irfan why, he said, "It's always the little one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-3126135159115152386?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/3126135159115152386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/3126135159115152386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-friends-will-run-in-rain-just-to.html' title='True Friends Will Run In The Rain Just To See The Guy Who Broke Your Heart'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-3832753285625704233</id><published>2009-08-21T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:13:57.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Doesn't Seem Right To Look You In The Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-MY"&gt;On the way back after sending my brother to the mosque, I had to pass through this road. It was originally wide, but thanks to a few geniuses (Who think that road belongs to their daddies) who decided to park on one side of the road, even a ‘Smart for Two’ car couldn't have passed through!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-MY"&gt;Since I wasn't in a rush, I gave way to a Pajero from the opposite direction so it could pass. &lt;i&gt;Amboooi, pijak kepala orang pulak.&lt;/i&gt; After that, cars were passing me non-stop and my car couldn't move! So in order to go home, terpaksalah buat 'muka tebal' and interrupt the flow of the traffic! When I got home, I got a text message from Hadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-MY"&gt;"We were wondering why the traffic was stuck just now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-MY"&gt;Then you came out. Mystery solved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-MY"&gt;Haha!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/So6bg8Zb0cI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Z73w7NGerNE/s400/traffic-jam-cars.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372402395770507714" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-3832753285625704233?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/3832753285625704233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/3832753285625704233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-doesnt-seem-right-to-look-you-in-eye.html' title='It Doesn&apos;t Seem Right To Look You In The Eye'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/So6bg8Zb0cI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Z73w7NGerNE/s72-c/traffic-jam-cars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-7275671240584000714</id><published>2009-08-20T17:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:47:59.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because No One Else Calls Me Athi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Justin's one of the very few people I know who give awesome comebacks! Here's an extract of our 10-minute conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;On meeting up with NS trainees&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Athirah: I wanna meet up with everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Justin: It's so hard to get the geng la. It only takes a goverment order to get us back together! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;'Praising me'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin: You're funny,lamely funny..but still...funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Athirah: Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Commenting on my taste of guys&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Athirah: He won't even look at me in the eye!&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Why? Scared jadi batu ke?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin: You like quiet guys?! Creepy quiet guys!? Go make sure he's not gay...Or not you'll be dissapointed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/So18I7iwJXI/AAAAAAAAAsE/FQu8TUv_SXg/s400/6088_119687128609_790738609_2289698_6661895_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372086423387121010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's Kakak Jessie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-7275671240584000714?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7275671240584000714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7275671240584000714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/because-no-one-else-calls-me-athi.html' title='Because No One Else Calls Me Athi'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/So18I7iwJXI/AAAAAAAAAsE/FQu8TUv_SXg/s72-c/6088_119687128609_790738609_2289698_6661895_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-4089937246219082567</id><published>2009-08-19T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:34:57.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hating People Is Like Burning Down Your House To Kill A Rat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After my Legal Studies tutorial, made last minute plans with Naj to go out for lunch. Kakak dropped me off at her house with me in my 'Relay for Life' t-shirt and UK Universities Exhibition bag. Thank god Naj was nice enough to lend Hana's top and her bag! Miss-leopard-from-Zoo-Negere (intentionally misspelled) picked us up. Lily Allen's 'Fuck You' was the soundtrack for the trip to OU. And on the way back as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With puasa just a few days away, we made a point to &lt;s&gt;shop&lt;/s&gt; eat till we drop! First stop was Yoshinoya, one of the places I've been craving (The other place is Fish &amp;amp; Co. *hint hint*) to eat for the past few weeks.  Watched the 'Top 60 Ghetto Names' and 'Angry German Kid' again, interrupting the peaceful surrounding with our not-so-ayu laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way to New York New York Deli for dessert, a waiter from Penang Flavours asked us if we wanted to eat there, and after that, the four (Naj, Faiqa, Hana, Me) of us starting talking with that dialect. Tak habis-habis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naturally, we were quite high on sugar after eating three dishes containing huge portions of chocolate, but Naj was only effected when we were about to leave.  Watched 'Susuk' at her house, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the effects were not very convincing, but the whole story line was pretty interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sov7lDHK_gI/AAAAAAAAAr8/O138rRgH64k/s400/5490_139202282455_636602455_3295633_2088571_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371663594478566914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-4089937246219082567?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/4089937246219082567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/4089937246219082567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/hating-people-is-like-burning-down-your.html' title='Hating People Is Like Burning Down Your House To Kill A Rat'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sov7lDHK_gI/AAAAAAAAAr8/O138rRgH64k/s72-c/5490_139202282455_636602455_3295633_2088571_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-7314738575721513272</id><published>2009-08-18T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:03:19.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Blame Yourself, Let Me Do It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have decided to continue blogging after months of being on hiatus and after much 'persuasion' from my friends. Was bored of the old template, decided to switch to a new one and I lost all my blog links as well as my chatterbox *standing ovation*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's my life been like for the past few months? Pretty much halfway done with the internal assessments in college (just a few more bleeping tests!) and trials (only 5 days!) is in a few weeks time. It's not surprising at all that I've got a paper on my birthday, but it's only ESL! Then again, let's not discriminate papers. After all, the unexpected ones usually screw up your marks in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently have a week of week of well-deserved break; if anyone is interested to know if i still have an awesome sense of humor (My classmates would probably shake their heads and say "More like a lame sense of humor!"), just send me a telegram. Phone calls will be ignored. You have been warned.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yes, if you know me well enough, you would know that I was just joking about the telegram part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SoqkwHHuBkI/AAAAAAAAAr0/tSnzVBywTr0/s400/colin_hanks.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 327px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371286652044838466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I bought doughnuts!&lt;br /&gt;Ayah: What are you trying to bribe us for this time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-7314738575721513272?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7314738575721513272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7314738575721513272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-blame-yourself-let-me-do-it.html' title='Don&apos;t Blame Yourself, Let Me Do It'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SoqkwHHuBkI/AAAAAAAAAr0/tSnzVBywTr0/s72-c/colin_hanks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-1370677439468472258</id><published>2009-08-14T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:35:40.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Nothing Takes The Past Away Like The Present</title><content type='html'>I couldn't find a suitable place to wait for my sister while she did her Visa, so I decided to go back to the car park and wait there instead. It was quite a risky move as the car park was freaky looking, just the kind of place Freddy Kreuger or Pennywise the Clown would pop out. Was still cold from college (which is like a live-in freezer), so I decided not to switch the air-cond on. I dozed off in the back seat while watching 'Bedtime Stories' (How ironic is that?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was probably dreaming about Emile Hirsch when someone knocked on the window, and I was shocked to see two figures outside the car! And the fact that the car park was dark did not help. AT ALL. Started to panic when I realized that it was just a man (probably in his 60s) and his daughter. He told me to open the window just a bit, so there'll be air ventilation. How thoughtful is that? And I had images of being thrown into a white van and being held for ransom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-1370677439468472258?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/1370677439468472258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/1370677439468472258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/because-nothing-takes-past-away-like.html' title='Because Nothing Takes The Past Away Like The Present'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-8949289193265281614</id><published>2009-06-20T09:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:30:37.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Better Than Driving Your Neighbour's Car At 1am Around The Compound To Practice For Your (Second) Driving Test?</title><content type='html'>Watched 'Rosencratz &amp; Guildenstern Are Dead' at klpac last night. Honestly,I haven't read Hamlet before this. All I know is the famous line "To be...or not to be?". SUE ME. I went without knowing what play it was going to be, but it was really funny and definitely entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the show,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabell : So how did you like the play?&lt;br /&gt;Athirah : It was good, very good!&lt;br /&gt;Isabell : So which scene was your favourite?&lt;br /&gt;Athirah : *uh-oh* The mask. I like the mask part!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-8949289193265281614?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/8949289193265281614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/8949289193265281614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-better-than-driving-your.html' title='What&apos;s Better Than Driving Your Neighbour&apos;s Car At 1am Around The Compound To Practice For Your (Second) Driving Test?'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-7486086246579735328</id><published>2009-06-10T23:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:43:12.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Like A Roller Coaster, And I'm About To Throw Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sure, living in a condo can be bloody irritating: you've got to take the lift, do hundreds of things before the guards let your visitor in, you get the idea, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But it does have its perks, particularly when a neighbour of yours who lives on the seventh floor locks himself out, has to get in from the balcony, and suddenly the police and fire brigade are at your house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And what's left to do? Grab a friend, a slice of pizza and you've got yourself your very own live entertainment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-7486086246579735328?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7486086246579735328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7486086246579735328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-like-roller-coaster-and-im.html' title='Life Is Like A Roller Coaster, And I&apos;m About To Throw Up'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-8589227842457189901</id><published>2009-06-08T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:25:11.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Haven't Heard Someone Rhyme In Such A Long Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;It was good while it lasted. I'll see you again in August.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Athirah : See, good guys usually turn out to be jerks in the end. So that's why you should go for bad guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farah : Yeah, but they're usually worse than jerks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Athirah : You've got a point there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just a random conversation, and it doesn't apply to all guys, so janganla terasa (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-8589227842457189901?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/8589227842457189901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/8589227842457189901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/because-i-havent-heard-someone-rhyme-in.html' title='Because I Haven&apos;t Heard Someone Rhyme In Such A Long Time'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-7098382782303228295</id><published>2009-06-05T17:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:35:47.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had my first trip with Arisha &amp;amp; Ieka to Singapore, and I don't mind another one! We managed to do everything we planned, and even did a few unexpected activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we first got our tickets, I was shocked to see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SijseCksiVI/AAAAAAAAAqU/MujGsgPDuQA/s400/DSC02188.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343780958706108754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;BIN!? And when did I have a sex-change operation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Made a few friends at the Science Centre. Yes, we visited the Science Centre. There was a discount for Malaysians, so we took advantage of almost all the attractions in Singapore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SijtNZWgWJI/AAAAAAAAAqk/UFaTnXEJzTg/s1600-h/DSC02210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SijtNZWgWJI/AAAAAAAAAqk/UFaTnXEJzTg/s400/DSC02210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343781772274456722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SijtNOjfv3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/7qVQB6kJBRs/s1600-h/DSC02208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SijtNOjfv3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/7qVQB6kJBRs/s400/DSC02208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343781769376153458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And no, we didn't ask if they had older brothers. Or cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've never bungee-jumped before, but I tried out the reverse bungee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SijvqT8005I/AAAAAAAAAq0/Zfh-z6dKiGc/s400/DSC02279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343784468064031634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sijvqp_EotI/AAAAAAAAAq8/zbeRi-LbeHM/s400/DSC02289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343784473979036370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sijvq0xmdnI/AAAAAAAAArE/B-N4uTWnrZo/s400/DSC02297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343784476875322994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to the Snow City&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SijvqGaUfJI/AAAAAAAAAqs/DS4rCtkzZic/s1600-h/DSC02244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SijvqGaUfJI/AAAAAAAAAqs/DS4rCtkzZic/s400/DSC02244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343784464429644946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;SkyRide to Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SijxVGTeepI/AAAAAAAAArM/zSai-RyHR9c/s400/S73F0296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343786302646942354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But the highlight of the trip was definitely my first concert! Haha, yeah laugh. I was a concert virgin. I've never been to a concert, and ICC doesn't count! We thought the concert was on Saturday, so we didn't even bother checking tickets out, but it was on Thursday night! Still wondering what concert I'm talking about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SijzvLAy9oI/AAAAAAAAArs/GW-1Ri2eStQ/s1600-h/DSC02366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SijzvLAy9oI/AAAAAAAAArs/GW-1Ri2eStQ/s400/DSC02366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343788949610624642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sijzu1fLdWI/AAAAAAAAArk/JuJqTiAT8KM/s1600-h/DSC02379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sijzu1fLdWI/AAAAAAAAArk/JuJqTiAT8KM/s400/DSC02379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343788943832479074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SijxVfIm7uI/AAAAAAAAArU/rEXeLcKmD-4/s400/S73F0359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343786309312245474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SijysEDdbII/AAAAAAAAArc/yncPIuf2yk4/s400/S73F0513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343787796691512450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not bad for a first concert ey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-7098382782303228295?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7098382782303228295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7098382782303228295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-had-my-first-trip-with-arisha-ieka-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SijseCksiVI/AAAAAAAAAqU/MujGsgPDuQA/s72-c/DSC02188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-6770116449538599187</id><published>2009-05-31T10:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:03:27.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Brings A Lot Of Joy, Whenever He Leaves The Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SiHwliNZghI/AAAAAAAAAp8/wpTgwZo0Dbg/s400/DSC02172.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341815160666948114" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Relay For Life was awezomeee! I didn't get to stay for the whole event, but there's always next year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;During the Luminaria ceremony, I stepped on something, which turned out to be a phone, picked it up and tried looking for some misreable person with a lost phone but there was no one in sight.Decided to call 'Winnie', who was on the 'Recent Calls' list when this one lady started running towards me. When I asked her if it was hers, she had that "I'm-so-happy-you-found-my-phone-instead-of-a-crazy-ass-person!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I did a good deed last night, if only I was still in Rangers and had the "Good Deed" assignment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I got lucky, AGAIN. Bought a magazine for rm4, played the traditional "Toss-A-Ring" game and won a facial from Beaubelle! Not badd right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But the highlight of the event was definitely the 'Luminaria'. It was really beautiful, the whole stadium was dimmed, everyone was just walking around the stadium, looking at all the messages dedicated to those who have succumbed to cancer, and survivors as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Each registered person was given a sticker which says, "Champion" and is encouraged to stick it on a survivor. This one man was literally covered with stickers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SiHwl-nfHOI/AAAAAAAAAqE/bTR692fgRhA/s400/DSC02139.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341815168292560098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Luminaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SiHuZhAMFcI/AAAAAAAAApk/a5rpbGP1Y8E/s400/DSC02165.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341812755161421250" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Luminaria Ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SiHuZ9NJw0I/AAAAAAAAAps/yvF3dpiPJzA/s400/DSC02136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341812762731987778" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was worth going for? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SiHuaT0gb-I/AAAAAAAAAp0/_8b28aEXO4I/s400/DSC02064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341812768802631650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Totally random, but cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I finally found someone who trusts me to drive his manual sports car! Hahaha, so what if it was just around the block? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-6770116449538599187?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6770116449538599187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6770116449538599187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-brings-lot-of-joy-whenever-he-leaves.html' title='He Brings A Lot Of Joy, Whenever He Leaves The Room'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SiHwliNZghI/AAAAAAAAAp8/wpTgwZo0Dbg/s72-c/DSC02172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-5409001297539542242</id><published>2009-05-27T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:46:01.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses Are Like Asses: Everyone's Got Em And They All Stink</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e2ca15cee28a41f5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De2ca15cee28a41f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329957538%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E264C10C43E18F33DD841F6B1DAF7F28DA309AF.397951CE37D64881DB09CE49F7B6E3EE422FDEBC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De2ca15cee28a41f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoHl9jc1VepRQwRy8oO6Ix5VtXPI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De2ca15cee28a41f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329957538%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E264C10C43E18F33DD841F6B1DAF7F28DA309AF.397951CE37D64881DB09CE49F7B6E3EE422FDEBC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De2ca15cee28a41f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoHl9jc1VepRQwRy8oO6Ix5VtXPI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just a couple of more days till Relay For Life 2009! Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.kaconsulting.com.my/cancer.org.my/docs/RFL%202009%20Overall%20Program.pdf"&gt;schedule&lt;/a&gt;. FARUQ just called me! Yes, he's still alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-5409001297539542242?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e2ca15cee28a41f5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/5409001297539542242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/5409001297539542242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/excuses-are-like-asses-everyones-got-em.html' title='Excuses Are Like Asses: Everyone&apos;s Got Em And They All Stink'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-7290447428586525691</id><published>2009-05-25T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:51:43.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chicken Crossing The Road Is Poultry In Motion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ShqnzWriefI/AAAAAAAAApc/yZYch-DJDZw/s1600-h/blind-dates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ShqnzWriefI/AAAAAAAAApc/yZYch-DJDZw/s400/blind-dates.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339764808904505842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:EN-MYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:EN-MYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:EN-MYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;My sister and I had another 'girly talk' session. This time, we talked about about the ideal places to go on your first date. Wow, now it sounds like a talk show!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:EN-MYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:EN-MYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Well, I think the first date shouldn't be too serious and spontaneous, so, the perfect venue would be a curry house! Kanna, to be exact. Or Raju.Why? Because I said so. Hahaha, well, the food's excellent (sotong goreng and kambing masala!), and it's inexpensive, so it doesn’t matter if the guy’s paying or if you’re going &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dutch. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Plus, it's a laid-back setting, no formal attire, you don’t feel pressured&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to act prim and proper....You with me? I guess I’ve been reading too many self-help books.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:EN-MYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:EN-MYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;You might not think this has anything to do with the subject, but it does. So bear with me. You know the Pasar Besar in Taman Tun? Well, in the hours of darkness (wanted to add a bit of drama to it), they have hawker stalls at the car park. My sister made a bet with me and made me promise that my next date will take place over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I’ll move on to Medan Selera (awesome chicken rice) near Jaya, then Kanna!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:EN-MYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:EN-MYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Whatever that makes me happy, right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-7290447428586525691?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7290447428586525691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7290447428586525691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/chicken-crossing-road-is-poultry-in.html' title='A Chicken Crossing The Road Is Poultry In Motion'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ShqnzWriefI/AAAAAAAAApc/yZYch-DJDZw/s72-c/blind-dates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-7507541294128074921</id><published>2009-05-25T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:47:23.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Are Like Mascara; They Usually Run At The First Sign Of Emotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had an 'Ashoke' the other day, and it was pretty damn good! And before your pervy minds start to wander where they're not supposed to, an 'Ashoke' is a drink from Starbucks, named after the 'great' inventor himself. And it only works with the 'Grande' size. To all you people who hate sugary things, don't even order it. It has fourteen pumps of syrup! Diabetics, you have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-MY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finished 'He's Just Not That Into You' a couple of days ago, and I must say, it's kinda sad that we girls are supposed to for the one that worships you to come along. If he doesn't call you within a day, he's just not that into you. It's kind of &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pathetic, in a way isn't it? Well, that's how I interpreted the book la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-MY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you think LAN classes 3 times a week is a torture, try doing it for 7 hours for 5 days. She (Jessica Simpson, the teacher la obviously) gave us permission to bring coffee, sweets and snacks but no "nasi lemak". Poor teacher, it's not her, it's the subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-7507541294128074921?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7507541294128074921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7507541294128074921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/men-are-like-mascara-they-usually-run.html' title='Men Are Like Mascara; They Usually Run At The First Sign Of Emotion'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-1859153385596833842</id><published>2009-05-23T10:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T11:28:15.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past Has A Nasty Habit Of Catching Up With You At Unexpected Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ShdhJbAsaiI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Re5RfdRRbp4/s1600-h/DSC02032.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ShdhJbAsaiI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Re5RfdRRbp4/s400/DSC02032.JPG" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338842697768397346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yesterday was Fido's last day. Thank you for leaving AFTER our Collaborative Task, partner! Now our class will only have 14 people, because Mei Li's leaving as well. Enough of emo stuff. I'm on my break now! Well, technically. I've got two weeks of break, but the first week will be hogged by LAN classes. Yeah, you lucky people have it scattered throughout the year, but for my intake, it's one solid week, from 8.30am-3.30pm for five days with only an hour break. As for the second week, now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; gonna be fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Shds5oqzu2I/AAAAAAAAApQ/u9U55ty36Hk/s400/4202_1093632975780_1075219561_30240545_3829172_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338855620696324962" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This picture's irrelevant to the post. I miss my schoolmates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-1859153385596833842?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/1859153385596833842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/1859153385596833842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/yesterday-was-fidos-last-day.html' title='The Past Has A Nasty Habit Of Catching Up With You At Unexpected Moments'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ShdhJbAsaiI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Re5RfdRRbp4/s72-c/DSC02032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-1643196808197920739</id><published>2009-05-20T19:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:02:24.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whenever In Need Of Fashion Tips, Refer To The Walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ShPrnoLKa8I/AAAAAAAAAnw/fLvfOczqxMY/s400/DSC00188.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337869049395833794" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ShPrnTLtw0I/AAAAAAAAAno/KidqtQ02C-U/s400/DSC00187.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337869043761005378" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ShPrPygrYvI/AAAAAAAAAng/7AkyMSuC298/s400/DSC00186.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337868639853568754" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I haven't been sleeping well? We watched scary videos in class, as in vidoes with haunted hospitals,  'things' in elevators, you get the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ShQMnk41vaI/AAAAAAAAAn4/hTTUf8ym9dc/s400/4517_97718597645_734492645_2598634_7749527_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337905332397391266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shahida: There are never ghosts with curly or short hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-1643196808197920739?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/1643196808197920739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/1643196808197920739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/whenever-in-need-of-fashion-tips-refer.html' title='Whenever In Need Of Fashion Tips, Refer To The Walls'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ShPrnoLKa8I/AAAAAAAAAnw/fLvfOczqxMY/s72-c/DSC00188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-1303089203610405011</id><published>2009-05-19T19:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:41:12.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When An Asshole Breaks Your Heart, Break His Fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We've got a new classmate! Her name's Siti Nazimah. Not a bad person, I must say though she strongly reminds me of one of my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ShK0CaHXflI/AAAAAAAAAnY/2_zUWrwjqao/s400/DSC00184.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337526461850418770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Non-related stuff:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ShKymVFeqJI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rZetowhXJGA/s400/DSC00181.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337524879952357522" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Look what I found! A heart-shaped egg. Cool, ain't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ShKygcVSd2I/AAAAAAAAAnI/w1byF39Rfx8/s400/DSC00178.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337524778818500450" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;When you're not in the Science stream, you borrow your friend's lab coat and make him take a photo of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ShKyHjvUqvI/AAAAAAAAAnA/NPS4y7ALIfE/s400/DSC00176.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337524351310015218" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Back-cracking session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Syahir : You smell nice today. What's that?&lt;div&gt;Athirah : Thanks! It's vanilla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syahir : You mean, you use vanilla essence as your perfume?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TENGGGGGGG, I don't know about you, but I prefer to have vanilla essence in my food, not on my body!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-1303089203610405011?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/1303089203610405011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/1303089203610405011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-asshole-breaks-your-heart-break.html' title='When An Asshole Breaks Your Heart, Break His Fingers'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ShK0CaHXflI/AAAAAAAAAnY/2_zUWrwjqao/s72-c/DSC00184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-8382109704735690328</id><published>2009-05-17T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:26:33.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knew The Number Of Satan Could Bring You Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ShEjay1HnAI/AAAAAAAAAmg/V-WPoSaY3CI/s1600-h/DSC02023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ShEjay1HnAI/AAAAAAAAAmg/V-WPoSaY3CI/s400/DSC02023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337085976638888962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went to watch Irfan's uncle in action in the 'Hikayat Merong Mahawangsa' play with Hadi, Jo Ey, Hafiz, and duhhh Irfan. When we arrived, we were informed that there was going to be a lucky draw at the end of the show, so we had to fill in our details on a piece of paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The show was really interesting! It started off with a silat performance.And the fact that the lead actor was good-looking isn't such a bad thing either, HAHAHAHA. Poor Jo Ey &amp;amp; Hadi, they had massage chairs, and no, not the OSIM ones, they had the old-school ones where you occasionally get kicks from the back row, if you know what I mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At the end of the show, the audience were instructed to take out the piece of paper that was cut from the original paper which had our details on it. I couldn't find my paper, and I told Hadi that I was going to be really frustrated if my number was called, because the grand prize was a 2day 1night stay at a resort in Terengganu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;When the emcee announced the winning number, 66, I was shocked! It was MY number (I rarely get lucky at lucky draws, so the jakun-ness was obvious la) but I didn't know if I wanted to go collect the prize because I didn't have proof that the satanic (well, almost) number was mine. Then the emcee called out my name, so I had to go down! An added bonus was when the prince (the lead actor) held out his hand and walked me to the emcee! It'd be rude NOT to take his hand, right? Heh Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So yes, I've got a gift voucher for a night in Terengganu, all thanks to Irfan! And the luck didn't end there! On the way back, ALL the traffic lights were green! Hmmm, not such a bad way to end the weekend eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ShEjM3H4atI/AAAAAAAAAmY/1ZggBoWqo5U/s400/DSC02022.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337085737273158354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Princess Ling Ling, Kakaktua, Prince Justinian, Garuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ShE1zO0k-zI/AAAAAAAAAm4/dRfl7iJCGNg/s400/Dennis.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337106187678972722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dennis, a writer from NST and a reality tv show blogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ShEjvweCr4I/AAAAAAAAAmo/IPspOJuLtNw/s400/DSC02027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337086336782479234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ShEjwG88ViI/AAAAAAAAAmw/QV8onNJveIM/s400/DSC02030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337086342817666594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My Prize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-8382109704735690328?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/8382109704735690328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/8382109704735690328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-knew-number-of-satan-could-bring.html' title='Who Knew The Number Of Satan Could Bring You Luck'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ShEjay1HnAI/AAAAAAAAAmg/V-WPoSaY3CI/s72-c/DSC02023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-8381718429391605336</id><published>2009-05-16T22:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:29:16.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macho Law Prohibits Me From Admitting I'm Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't be shocked, you're not at another blog bimbos. The last time I changed my blog layout was years ago, literally. So this new layout might take some time to get used to. Credits to Jun Ee for editing the whole thing for me. The last time I typed in HTML codes was in Form 2, during the MySpace era. Dangg, that's a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sg7ZULz3PNI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/4VRhosSEQUE/s400/n736274691_1244632_2749.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336441549271547090" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Because I miss being in a uniform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;faruq says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; toy i think you have the potential to be a street racer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-8381718429391605336?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/8381718429391605336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/8381718429391605336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/macho-law-prohibits-me-from-admitting.html' title='Macho Law Prohibits Me From Admitting I&apos;m Wrong'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sg7ZULz3PNI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/4VRhosSEQUE/s72-c/n736274691_1244632_2749.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-842679838656472004</id><published>2009-05-16T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:47:01.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No One Pays Attention Until You Make A Mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sg6NGyw7PpI/AAAAAAAAAmA/p8zV6L7rIgA/s1600-h/051509_joejonasinstylemag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sg6NGyw7PpI/AAAAAAAAAmA/p8zV6L7rIgA/s400/051509_joejonasinstylemag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336357756326330002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Credits to Trent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No offense Naj, but WHAT did you see in him? Then again, this is coming from a girl who fell in love with a child actor who grew up to be a drug addict.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-842679838656472004?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/842679838656472004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/842679838656472004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-one-pays-attention-until-you-make.html' title='No One Pays Attention Until You Make A Mistake'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sg6NGyw7PpI/AAAAAAAAAmA/p8zV6L7rIgA/s72-c/051509_joejonasinstylemag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-7021945740128160426</id><published>2009-05-15T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:18:31.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression Is Merely Anger Without Enthusiasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you've been on the road for less than 4 hours in the whole (well, almost) eighteen years of your life, don't offer to drive your brothers and dad around the compound after dinner! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Farah, I know how you feel. I did the exact same thing you did, technically. Instead of slowing down at the corner, I pressed the accelerator! This is just an excuse, but I only know how to drive a manual car! Even the wiper and signal lights are on the opposite sides. Instead of signalling left, the wiper moved! That's what you get when you use a manual Kancil and suddenly have to drive a &lt;s&gt;box&lt;/s&gt; Volvo.HAHAHAHA, luckily my dad acted quick and pulled the hand brake. After he did, he just said "Dah dah, no more!" I think my brothers were scared shitless! Before I drove, Afiq even said, "Wait, let's go get helmets first. THEN you can drive." Ouch, to all those people who have given me endless rides home, are you willing to be in the passenger seat while I'm driving? Well, that's for you to decide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know you're laughing your ass off, Kakak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-7021945740128160426?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7021945740128160426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7021945740128160426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/depression-is-merely-anger-without.html' title='Depression Is Merely Anger Without Enthusiasm'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-7134722342422648280</id><published>2009-05-14T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:47:56.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some People Are Alive Only Because It's Illegal To Kill Them</title><content type='html'>Today was 'Budget Day' (Something Farah and I practice twice every week. We buy 'BreadStory' for lunch instead of having Wok Hei or Nagomi), and for some unknown reason,  I have been craving for Nasi Goreng Kampung for a few days already and the fact that Fido was having it didn't help either. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly for you people, the story doesn't end there. I'm so happy I went back with Hadi today. Why? Because on the way back, his mom offered Nasi Goreng Kampung! I couldn't say no, could I? Rejecting Nasi Goreng Kampung should be a sin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-7134722342422648280?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7134722342422648280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7134722342422648280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-people-are-alive-only-because-its.html' title='Some People Are Alive Only Because It&apos;s Illegal To Kill Them'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-2330517317632998734</id><published>2009-05-13T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:54:33.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Call Him Childish Is An Insult To Children Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My sister and I had a long talk about marriage last night and we came up with a list of people you can't tie the knot with in case it doesn't end the way it's supposed to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 36.0ptcolor:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A lawyer: Duh, for palpable      reasons. You'll end up suing each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 36.0ptcolor:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A musician: A week after the divorce, he'll compose a song about how you met and crushed                        his fragile heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 36.0ptcolor:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A surgeon: He's very fine at      cutting people up, so mess with him and it'll be like a scene from                      'Dexter'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 36.0ptcolor:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A chef: Same reason as a      surgeon. Though he'll probably serve you as a dish after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 36.0ptcolor:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A pharmacist: A person good with chemicals? He'll spike your drink and make it look like a                              suicide attempt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 36.0ptcolor:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;An author: Because you'll be      the latest brutal murder victim in his latest crime novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I think I'd better stop now, or there'll be no one left to marry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; ___________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Since Math was after ESL, I politely asked Miss Azreena if I could go downstairs to print out some slides for Math. I was trying to search and print the file as fast as my 'fishcake' fingers could type, because we were watching a movie during ESL and I didn’t want to miss it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm a very 'terbolah' (Kelantan term for clumsy) person you see, and I forgot the golden rule, which is you should NEVER put a half-empty (Yeah, pessimist here. The glass is never half full) can of chocolate drink beside the keyboard. Why? Because when your eyes are on the screen instead of where the can is supposed to be placed at, you're bound to spill it all over the table. Oh, and the keyboard! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When I realised what just happened, I panicked, looked around if anyone saw it, logged off and ran upstairs! Told Fido and Farah what happened, and they had the "And you left without cleaning it up?!" expression on their faces! Thank god I have such nice friends, they offered to teman me to clean the mess up and print their notes at the same time. And no, they didn't have a drink with them so no more innocent computers were attacked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-2330517317632998734?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/2330517317632998734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/2330517317632998734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-call-him-childish-is-insult-to.html' title='To Call Him Childish Is An Insult To Children Everywhere'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-7918348723343450232</id><published>2009-05-11T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:44:07.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Turn On The Part Of My Brain That Gives A Damn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SglmjQ7st6I/AAAAAAAAAlw/nJHXDd6XtLM/s1600-h/DSC00163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SglmjQ7st6I/AAAAAAAAAlw/nJHXDd6XtLM/s400/DSC00163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334907989623879586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, there wasn't a dress-up session today. It was just a coincidence that our outfits were similar. No, make that exactly the same!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-7918348723343450232?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7918348723343450232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7918348723343450232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-me-turn-on-part-of-my-brain-that.html' title='Let Me Turn On The Part Of My Brain That Gives A Damn'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SglmjQ7st6I/AAAAAAAAAlw/nJHXDd6XtLM/s72-c/DSC00163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-8329675974760908976</id><published>2009-05-10T16:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:44:32.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks Like I Overestimated The Number Of Your Brain Cells</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgaZCVnztOI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ZBrh4jn8Utc/s1600-h/Picture+21.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgaZCVnztOI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ZBrh4jn8Utc/s400/Picture+21.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334119074109830370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Credits To Farah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To Anne, Kakak Jessie &amp;amp; Viv, (and all the other people who are taking STPM) have fun at school this week! Your unproductive days have come to an end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Athirah: Ee, barley ni dah hancur&lt;br /&gt;Atikah: What did you say?!&lt;br /&gt;Athirah: What did you hear?&lt;br /&gt;Atikah: Holiday tu ada hantu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;TENGGGGGGG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-8329675974760908976?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/8329675974760908976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/8329675974760908976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/looks-like-i-overestimated-number-of.html' title='Looks Like I Overestimated The Number Of Your Brain Cells'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgaZCVnztOI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ZBrh4jn8Utc/s72-c/Picture+21.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-1942964273667826753</id><published>2009-05-10T09:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:10:20.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moment A Girl And A Guy Meet, The Acting &amp; Lying Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fifi's party was the BOMB! The easiest way to meet up with your old class &amp;amp; schoolmates? Go for a friend's party. Hamizah &amp;amp; I FINALLY talked about our NS camps (it might not be the ideal topic for you 'unlucky' people who weren't selected) and were just updating each other on everything, from college to our love lives (or the lack of it TENGG) and more NS. Her camp had a bomoh! Dangg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When Agil came to pick Meera up, Hammy &amp;amp; I decided to play the part of the 'friendly friends'. So we went into his car before Meera did, and told him that she (Meera) said it'll be okay for him to send us home. He just smiled but I bet behind that welcoming smile, he was thinking of how to get us out of the car!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgYwjDLSNXI/AAAAAAAAAko/JT9tucCkfBA/s400/DSC01902.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334004187373122930" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Arisee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgYw77TsTAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/YJKLeC1UgXA/s400/DSC01904.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334004614757633026" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;1/15th of the Mechanics? hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgYxa2MqrmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/nsRUHnPaH7k/s400/DSC01905.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334005145961934434" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Darsh, the ex-Secretary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgY1qrN0z-I/AAAAAAAAAlg/fdzeGlTjvgs/s1600-h/DSC01911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgY1qrN0z-I/AAAAAAAAAlg/fdzeGlTjvgs/s400/DSC01911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334009815938420706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Birthday Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgY1qW73z3I/AAAAAAAAAlY/7hKwWMPKMjE/s1600-h/DSC01912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgY1qW73z3I/AAAAAAAAAlY/7hKwWMPKMjE/s400/DSC01912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334009810494410610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;It's a traffic light! Get it? HAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgY1pxNz7PI/AAAAAAAAAlI/atiJKQc8n7Q/s400/DSC01907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334009800369106162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"Proper photo, proper one!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgY1qNBNRiI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/6yxgOdaav9o/s1600-h/DSC01909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgY1qNBNRiI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/6yxgOdaav9o/s400/DSC01909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334009807832434210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;The famous 'syok sendiri' pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-1942964273667826753?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/1942964273667826753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/1942964273667826753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/moment-girl-and-guy-meet-acting-lying.html' title='The Moment A Girl And A Guy Meet, The Acting &amp; Lying Begins'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgYwjDLSNXI/AAAAAAAAAko/JT9tucCkfBA/s72-c/DSC01902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-6177108997978397136</id><published>2009-05-09T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:17:27.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Three Words I Can Sum Up Everything I've Learned About Life. It Goes On.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I told my driving instructor I wanted to be a lawyer in the future, he said "Good la. You have the face of a lawyer; you don't smile or laugh a lot". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pffft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He also told me that as a person born in the year of goat, I shouldn't be dating a guy of the same age or who was born in the year of the dragon/tiger/snake, hahaha. He told me to look for a guy who was born in the year of the horse instead. And to think that I was terrified of him the first time I saw him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Plus, he was surprised when I told him I was eighteen. Then I told him that a lot of people think I look old. Stupid mistake. He replied, "Yeah la, you should change your hairstyle" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Walanyeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;His advice? "If you're going to be a lawyer, marry a doctor." His reason? A doctor doesn't know how to manipulate; therefore I will win every argument we will have. HAHAHA, very funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-6177108997978397136?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6177108997978397136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6177108997978397136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-three-words-i-can-sum-up-everything.html' title='In Three Words I Can Sum Up Everything I&apos;ve Learned About Life. It Goes On.'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-870072953322297257</id><published>2009-05-09T09:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:05:31.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Pretending Is So Much Easier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday was yet another dress-up day, and almost everyone came in red &amp;amp;/or black. Out of ALL the colours in the world,two people didn't dress up according to the theme and had a theme of their own instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgUFjTlsPoI/AAAAAAAAAjY/BaDkKBVc8lg/s400/DSC01867.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333675437802143362" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;A coincidence? I don't think soo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went for Taylor's Got Talent after school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgUGvwhdq7I/AAAAAAAAAjg/B8ZCabFTGPA/s400/DSC01870.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333676751239097266" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I can proudly say that half the class went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgUGxcj9iwI/AAAAAAAAAkA/d0YfJG67Bs0/s400/DSC01890.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333676780240603906" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Because posing in front of a PBSM van is much cooler than taking pictures in dressing rooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgUGwVRsL_I/AAAAAAAAAjo/oMs89-sxLxM/s400/DSC01880.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333676761105051634" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Three different expressions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meet Saiful. He can sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgUGwvF_H0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/b9LraQDk0lU/s400/DSC01885.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333676768035282754" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And not just in English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3ee59a0d02bbe9ed" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3ee59a0d02bbe9ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329957538%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1422C6800520395FF8F87EE8FA9156B7A5A541FD.31932600044434DC879ABC52E2DA3CCE651069DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3ee59a0d02bbe9ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_f5U54448oD35-hE1-HXlIIYTjM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3ee59a0d02bbe9ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329957538%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1422C6800520395FF8F87EE8FA9156B7A5A541FD.31932600044434DC879ABC52E2DA3CCE651069DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3ee59a0d02bbe9ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_f5U54448oD35-hE1-HXlIIYTjM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;His reward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgUGxFvVqiI/AAAAAAAAAj4/vde3fd6tOd4/s400/DSC01887.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333676774114306594" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Poor Raphael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I bumped into Jia Shen and ohh he can dance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgUIikJiR9I/AAAAAAAAAkI/V-ZfvQmR8_I/s400/DSC01895.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333678723602466770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So which Antonio do you prefer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgUJW5xOE4I/AAAAAAAAAkY/Qn_8ND7nOmQ/s400/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333679622759256962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;The " I-don't-even-need-hairgel-to-style-my-hair"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgUJWqJfbeI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/5cog6Dp9Uf8/s400/DSC01868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333679618566090210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; And on a totally random note, this is why belts were invented&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgUJXPN6FfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/LaPX83_X3eU/s400/DSC00154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333679628516726258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-870072953322297257?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3ee59a0d02bbe9ed&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/870072953322297257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/870072953322297257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-pretending-is-so-much-easier.html' title='Because Pretending Is So Much Easier'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SgUFjTlsPoI/AAAAAAAAAjY/BaDkKBVc8lg/s72-c/DSC01867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-5432430508035127481</id><published>2009-05-07T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:54:49.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violence Won’t Solve Anything But It Sure Makes Me Feel Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My class managed to piss off two teachers today. We got the "You should be concentrating. You're the March intake and you have no time" Not that we're not used to hearing it every day, but today's lecture was worse. They weren't scolding (okay, maybe they were) us, more of asking us to reflect on the past two months. Haihh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What did we do after class? While waiting for the ping-pong table, we played dodge ball in the eca room! It's a very exhausting game, especially when your opponent is Jim! I spent half the time laughing and trying to dodge, which is well, the objective of the game right? So, my point is, ditch your daily exercise and play dodge ball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The most random thing I did today? I attended the Leo Club Information Day. It was the result of a postponed club photoshoot of a certain neighbour. Other than dropping my file (Mind you, it weighs as much as your brain, which isn’t very big, but full of manure) on my finger and blood coming out from my finger like a fountain (I'm obviously exaggerating), the talk was pretty interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Athirah: Ehh, come la for the Taylor's Talent Show tomorrow! I'm performing!&lt;br /&gt;Hadi: Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;Athirah: Yeah, I'll be playing the piano, and Farah's singing.&lt;br /&gt;Hadi: Oh, really?&lt;br /&gt;Athirah: Haha, takde la. &lt;br /&gt;Hadi: Oh yeah, I forgot. The competition is only for talented people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-5432430508035127481?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/5432430508035127481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/5432430508035127481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/violence-wont-solve-anything-but-it.html' title='Violence Won’t Solve Anything But It Sure Makes Me Feel Good'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-4741038707934700300</id><published>2009-05-06T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:39:30.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And All I Needed Was A Bitching Session With Kakak Jessie</title><content type='html'>When I walked into the lift this morning, I felt very scared when I saw plastic sheets covering the floor. Add plastic sheets on every wall of the lift and it'll look like a scene from 'Dexter' when he kills people. Ran out of the life when it reached the ground floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On another note, I'll be FINALLY going for my first (Couldn't go for the previous years for lame excuses) 'Relay For Life' event this year. To find out more about this event, click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cancer.org.my/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And do spread the word about the event, it's for a good cause!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-4741038707934700300?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/4741038707934700300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/4741038707934700300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-all-i-needed-was-bitching-session.html' title='And All I Needed Was A Bitching Session With Kakak Jessie'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-4785621914763150597</id><published>2009-05-05T16:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:42:52.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Lend Your Phone To ANYONE For Any Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've got nothing against people doing community service. I mean, I was part of a club which was tremendously involved in these activities. It's when you lie about doing something noble that pisses me off. For instance, two weeks ago, my classmates and I were approached by two guys from TAR college, representing a spastic centre in Petaling Jaya (I'm pretty sure it's the one near BBBS). They were selling cards and the money from the sold cards will go to the centre. Long story cut short, Farah &amp;amp; I bought one set. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The thing is, after break just now, we saw the exact two people in college. Since our teacher wasn't in class yet, they came into our class and started to introduce themselves. Rapahel (yeah, the guy who burns things as a hobby) asked them if they came to our college two weeks ago because they resembled the same people who approached us, but they said no. It appeared that these two guys were from SEGI College. When our teacher came in, she started questioning them. Where they were from, if they had permission from the college to come and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Note to self: Never mess with a lawyer. You’ll lose anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They responded briefly and asked to be excused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Right after they left, Miss M (I can't type her name out, she'll kill me!) asked if anyone had a camera phone, and I raised my hand. She told one of us to go after those two volunteers and take a picture of them, because they looked and acted suspicious. So Yuet Sian &amp;amp; Fido went after them. Ten minutes after that, Yuet Sian came back to class and said that the two guys were shouting at Fido. And they snatched my  phone! So what if my phone's not an Iphone or a BlackBerry or a freakin Blueberry!? I just bought the bloody phone last month! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, the whole class (Ala, the remaining 5 of us only) including Miss M walked to Plaza Damas and saw Fido &amp;amp; those two guys near the entrance. I don't know what happened after that, but the two guys just left the mall when they saw us approaching. The funny thing was, Miss M told Fido to take a photo of the two guys discreetly, but apparently he jumped in front of them and tried to take their photo! Memang la they were angry, and started shouting! Fido Fido, sorry but I don't think you'll have a bright future as a spy, hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We spent half an hour of our legal class to catch these criminals. It was almost like a field trip! It was exciting, other than the fact that Fido had his firstt 'near-death' experience! What if they had a parang or a weapon with them?! And no, like I said earlier, I'm not dissing any charity work and all. But if they really were volunteers, why did they lie about the colleges they were from? And they didn't even complain about us 'attacking' them to to office. Even better, the office wasn't informed about this whole thing! So yes, if you see two guys asking you to buy cards to be donated to the centre, do NOT buy it. Yeah sure, they have the documents on it and even know A-Z about it, but I'm pretty sure we can memorize about it overnight too! It's such a sad thing that these people are exploiting all these organizations. I'm not stopping you from donating, but just be careful. Besides, there are people who are really from these organizations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-4785621914763150597?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/4785621914763150597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/4785621914763150597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-lend-your-phone-to-anyone-for-any.html' title='Never Lend Your Phone To ANYONE For Any Reason'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-226698827691951678</id><published>2009-05-04T21:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:23:29.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Are Plenty More Fish In The Sea, But Who Wants To Date A Fish?</title><content type='html'>Meet Spock. He just had a haircut. Never leave your computer with him. God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; what he'll do to your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; account. Change your status maybe?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sf7o5njFv8I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/5JuiDz-9AXA/s400/DSC00140.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331955085419593666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-226698827691951678?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/226698827691951678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/226698827691951678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-are-plenty-more-fish-in-sea-but.html' title='There Are Plenty More Fish In The Sea, But Who Wants To Date A Fish?'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sf7o5njFv8I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/5JuiDz-9AXA/s72-c/DSC00140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-8928788519751782168</id><published>2009-04-29T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:27:00.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats Have Nine Lives, But Mess With Me And You'll Have None</title><content type='html'>Teacher: So this is an aysmptote. Wait, is this the correct spelling? How do you spell it? T-O?&lt;br /&gt;Student: T-I-T..&lt;div&gt;Teacher: *was about to write it down when she realized what it spelt out*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-8928788519751782168?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/8928788519751782168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/8928788519751782168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/cats-have-nine-lives-but-mess-with-me.html' title='Cats Have Nine Lives, But Mess With Me And You&apos;ll Have None'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-2955368722885089922</id><published>2009-04-29T18:59:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:54:39.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And We All Know That The Perfect Way To Start A Conversation Is By Asking If A Certain Football Player Is Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So what if your college has 4 foosball tables and a cyber cafe? We've got a ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg3Uh7U_9I/AAAAAAAAAg4/Y2T-MtTw6TU/s400/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330070984837103570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A ping-pong table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg3UT4HwoI/AAAAAAAAAgw/6WQVwRXmJTM/s400/DSC00102.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330070981065556610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a dartboard. Look at the position of the darts! We (Farah &amp;amp; I) didn't arrange it that way! We actually threw (Is that the correct term?) the darts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're in the express intake, you tend to fall asleep at random times &amp;amp; you start acting wierd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg3U8QHwoI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-KFiQpg35NE/s400/DSC00110.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330070991903638146" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you fall asleep and rest your head on the table. See the red mark on her forehead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg4o97KX3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/jSIQ7PPgmDE/s400/DSC00108.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330072435461611378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You start playing with your friend's helmet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg_KXA5IAI/AAAAAAAAAio/ljgwNOdrg8E/s400/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330079606201982978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You mess around with your teacher's note&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You start sleeping at random places:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg4p90mhCI/AAAAAAAAAho/KBwa0yw5vnU/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg4p90mhCI/AAAAAAAAAho/KBwa0yw5vnU/s400/DSC00115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330072452613964834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At your table (Okay la, not so random, haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg4pGqnFvI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ST9_vPxACBY/s400/DSC00111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330072437808109298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;ON a table. Look closer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg4pmSZO0I/AAAAAAAAAhg/MFAvqXCnZoc/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg4pmSZO0I/AAAAAAAAAhg/MFAvqXCnZoc/s400/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330072446296472386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So much for a guy who rides a bike la right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg4pRtLgRI/AAAAAAAAAhY/C0-e6AiphBQ/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg4pRtLgRI/AAAAAAAAAhY/C0-e6AiphBQ/s400/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330072440771674386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And you start posing with your sleepy head friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg6aScKxGI/AAAAAAAAAiI/RE3qj84qM9U/s400/DSC00094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330074382293976162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You start paying for your book with coins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:8px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg8_WvoGiI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/144JvlJt6EA/s400/DSC00077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330077218127747618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What you get when you put a RM10 note into a vending machine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you celebrate your classmates' birthdays:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stefanel's Birthday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Nagomi to celebrate, and I think the restaurant's cursed. First, Jim broke the steambot pot. (How? He turned the thing on, and didn't put any water or anything, so it exploded. Literally) Not only that, on the way out, don't ask me HOW, but I broke my water bottle. I think it's a sign. Plain water and me, we don't get along really well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg2U8Os_eI/AAAAAAAAAgg/QzdCciyc89c/s400/DSC00087.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330069892386061794" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg3UBECzEI/AAAAAAAAAgo/2e6bVwZWnmU/s400/DSC00088.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330070976015289410" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My bottle. See the crack?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg2U1GbsFI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BL69V1qloq8/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg2U1GbsFI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BL69V1qloq8/s400/DSC00083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330069890472325202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The birthday girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Adrian's Birthday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let's just say that the surprise didn't work out, but it's the thought that counts right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg6aLIJ52I/AAAAAAAAAh4/4tkWaoxlGAU/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg6aLIJ52I/AAAAAAAAAh4/4tkWaoxlGAU/s400/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330074380330985314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg6ZhbSf0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/tJzCGN86rJI/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg6ZhbSf0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/tJzCGN86rJI/s400/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330074369136951106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a hole in the cake because Antonio smashed Adrian's face into the cake when he tried to take the candle out from the cake with his mouth. And we didn't want to eat the 'infected' part, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 8px; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg_KoqHdZI/AAAAAAAAAiw/yZJho1liZqo/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg_KoqHdZI/AAAAAAAAAiw/yZJho1liZqo/s400/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330079610938291602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CLASS PICTURE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Accounts Simulation Study project, which was due the next day:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg2Uhvv56I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/WQVQ7HcQf30/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg2Uhvv56I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/WQVQ7HcQf30/s400/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330069885276907426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg2UWYpxeI/AAAAAAAAAgI/09xk2m9eEGQ/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg2UWYpxeI/AAAAAAAAAgI/09xk2m9eEGQ/s400/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330069882227246562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg2UEWJDfI/AAAAAAAAAgA/27XVo2Bk3nA/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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Check them out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg06al9JLI/AAAAAAAAAfw/uoOF9HlokMM/s400/DSC00064.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330068337168557234" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Think his jacket's cool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg06rgUdbI/AAAAAAAAAf4/9CO3TTSCjHA/s400/DSC00070.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330068341708322226" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg05-TyyzI/AAAAAAAAAfg/vfVlVTobyf8/s400/DSC00062.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330068329576188722" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg06C-V0vI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Fw-o216pDqU/s400/DSC00063.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330068330828387058" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alkaf (The Matthew Lawrence look-alike) &amp;amp; Azhar, the gay gym partners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SehZZacUaII/AAAAAAAAAec/ChBLe7NokiQ/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SehZZacUaII/AAAAAAAAAec/ChBLe7NokiQ/s400/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325604852495313026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Macho Zack, who FINALLY cut his hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SehZYc9pzVI/AAAAAAAAAd8/khxR1Os87rM/s1600-h/DSC00060.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random in-between-classes photos: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SeWtOxZYVPI/AAAAAAAAAd0/t_Sd7qIwg0Y/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SeWtOxZYVPI/AAAAAAAAAd0/t_Sd7qIwg0Y/s400/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324852603725042930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SeWtOlGYzYI/AAAAAAAAAds/9Vp68mTwZKk/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SeWtOlGYzYI/AAAAAAAAAds/9Vp68mTwZKk/s400/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324852600424156546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Now you see him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SeWtOXO10NI/AAAAAAAAAdk/u0OoOsMXTCs/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SeWtOXO10NI/AAAAAAAAAdk/u0OoOsMXTCs/s400/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324852596701515986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Now you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SeWtOUy_XtI/AAAAAAAAAdc/8CKtFw0yWLE/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SeWtOUy_XtI/AAAAAAAAAdc/8CKtFw0yWLE/s400/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324852596047830738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;No, that's not my arm. But it is my jacket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SeWtOBBDwyI/AAAAAAAAAdU/VJuiJBlmSps/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SeWtOBBDwyI/AAAAAAAAAdU/VJuiJBlmSps/s400/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324852590738129698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;My jacket expanded after he wore it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-6997358134849943718?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6997358134849943718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6997358134849943718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-just-like-adverd-on-radio-fake.html' title='You&apos;re Just Like An Adverd On The Radio - Fake And Very Unconvincing'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sfg06al9JLI/AAAAAAAAAfw/uoOF9HlokMM/s72-c/DSC00064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-3286062135689307498</id><published>2009-04-18T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T13:51:53.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I've Got Nothing To Do</title><content type='html'>This was taken on 11/3/2009 (Credits to Kira). The Fresh-From-NS look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Selp-Nzw2_I/AAAAAAAAAek/E1__GXZGe0E/s400/DSC04439.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325904551921900530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I don't look like I'm wearing a mask anymore! About a month after I got back:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Selp-Q7x6zI/AAAAAAAAAes/eXmToqH1mv0/s400/DSC01660.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325904552760830770" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-3286062135689307498?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/3286062135689307498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/3286062135689307498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/since-ive-got-nothing-to-do.html' title='Since I&apos;ve Got Nothing To Do'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Selp-Nzw2_I/AAAAAAAAAek/E1__GXZGe0E/s72-c/DSC04439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-7646832900070980956</id><published>2009-04-18T12:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:30:14.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Go! You're Not Afraid, Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.finas.gov.my/images/20090409-1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 271px; " src="http://www.finas.gov.my/images/20090409-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Pemeran Filem Seram 2009 Galeri Perfileman FINAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;Date: 7 April - 30 May 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;Time: Tuesday - Sunday ( Closed on Mondays ) 9.00 am - 5.00 pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;Venue: Galeri Perfileman FINAS No3, Jalan Pahang Kechil Off Jln Pahang 53000 KUala Lumpur&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;Admission is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREE &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;For more info : &lt;strong&gt;03-40245722&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-7646832900070980956?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7646832900070980956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7646832900070980956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-go-youre-not-afraid-are-you.html' title='Let&apos;s Go! You&apos;re Not Afraid, Are You?'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-7165911612978213756</id><published>2009-04-18T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T11:30:12.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogspot's Being An Ass, So No Pictures For Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What’s the shittiest thing that could happen to you on your friend’s birthday, and they’re all going go-karting? Well, that’s the exact day you have two hours of extra class! Nasib baik I enjoy that subject, or I would’ve cursed all the way. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even better, after class, you go around the shopping mall that’s connected to you college for a couple of hours, and after you reach home (Five MINUTES after that, mind you), your&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;friends actually call you up and say that they’re at a mamak which you passed by on your way back, TWICE. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since you’re feeling sorry for yourself, you &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;decide to watch ‘Keith’ and Jesse McCartney made you cry, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;AGAIN. And you get a phone call from Ronaldo’s ex-girlfriend in the evening, saying that they were going out for dinner, and that’s the moment where you smile like an idiot because you haven’t seen them for ages!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now THAT’S when the real fun begins! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The guys had a futsal match, so we decided to tag along. Their team consisted &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of Kaka’, Rossi &amp;amp; Berbatov to name a few. The Malaysian versions of course! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Highlight of the night? FARUQ scored a goal!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-7165911612978213756?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7165911612978213756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7165911612978213756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-shittiest-thing-that-could-happen.html' title='Blogspot&apos;s Being An Ass, So No Pictures For Now'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-7722067976992536464</id><published>2009-04-14T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:20:45.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wise 'Kakak Jessie'</title><content type='html'>Q:Should NS be continued?&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:Yes it should be continued.So that fat kids can suffer and not sit at home while feasting on KFC chicken wings.Fat kids should get a dose of healthy welfare. And experience the real feel of the m16 in person and not slouching infront of the stupid computer playing Counter Strike while enjoying every kill of a robot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-7722067976992536464?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7722067976992536464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7722067976992536464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/wise-kakak-jessie.html' title='The Wise &apos;Kakak Jessie&apos;'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-4941129938571475645</id><published>2009-04-14T22:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:24:53.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Another One Is About To Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Faruq had his farewell dinner/BBQ the other night. We all know we love pictures and hate reading, so indulge:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4438bbfab201f78e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4438bbfab201f78e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329957538%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4FBDABA2BAAA60EE613631AB4D4319F4C64E8FEC.1D79B0E11633CEF49BA7435ECB2D2FC38354155D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4438bbfab201f78e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVGh2mJhlFn1eMvm4pMb5iBr3mNQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4438bbfab201f78e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329957538%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4FBDABA2BAAA60EE613631AB4D4319F4C64E8FEC.1D79B0E11633CEF49BA7435ECB2D2FC38354155D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4438bbfab201f78e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVGh2mJhlFn1eMvm4pMb5iBr3mNQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alkaf eating a cupcake. Well, being forced to eat one is more like it. He lost in (we purposely made him lose) a 'contest'. We had to race to drink a cup of water, and the last one had to eat a cupcake. Well, we deliberately suggested a cupcake because we knew he wouldn't swallow it. Enjoy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SeSiG_9ZykI/AAAAAAAAAdM/MDBfx2cLxME/s1600-h/DSC01658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SeSiG_9ZykI/AAAAAAAAAdM/MDBfx2cLxME/s400/DSC01658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324558900590660162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SeSiGqN8o9I/AAAAAAAAAdE/bfzSvY1wXps/s1600-h/DSC01660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SeSiGqN8o9I/AAAAAAAAAdE/bfzSvY1wXps/s400/DSC01660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324558894754472914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;Najoee? Not Anymooore (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SeSiGWajeLI/AAAAAAAAAc8/t9gFNG63Ovs/s1600-h/DSC01653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SeSiGWajeLI/AAAAAAAAAc8/t9gFNG63Ovs/s400/DSC01653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324558889438640306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;The Contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SeSiGH8PKyI/AAAAAAAAAc0/KY9p7wn-DA8/s1600-h/DSC01649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SeSiGH8PKyI/AAAAAAAAAc0/KY9p7wn-DA8/s400/DSC01649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324558885553384226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;Happy Hapy People (Posing je lebih, haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SeSiEzEromI/AAAAAAAAAcs/5myKdrUye3U/s1600-h/DSC01645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SeSiEzEromI/AAAAAAAAAcs/5myKdrUye3U/s400/DSC01645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324558862771790434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;Nasi Lemak Seller Of The Night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quote of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Girl: You're such a girl, wait, you're worse than a girl! Ni tak makan, tu tak boleh makan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Guy: Well, you eat too much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-4941129938571475645?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4438bbfab201f78e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/4941129938571475645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/4941129938571475645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-another-one-is-about-to-leave.html' title='And Another One Is About To Leave'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SeSiG_9ZykI/AAAAAAAAAdM/MDBfx2cLxME/s72-c/DSC01658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-350608599541076193</id><published>2009-04-09T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:26:37.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Such A Y-Chromosome Cliche</title><content type='html'>So what if you've got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt; or a celebrity as your neighbour? Check out who our neighbour is:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sd3naRq2vyI/AAAAAAAAAcc/yJS4TRz7Mp4/s400/DSC01622.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322664773227560738" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Not bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ey&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I had lunch with the rest of my classmates. Thanks to Jim, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shahida&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; Adrian for driving us there and saving us from our daily food routine (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aji&lt;/span&gt; Don Alley &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BreadStory&lt;/span&gt;). After eating, our very Mr. Tic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tac&lt;/span&gt; (he supplies that every single day) decided to have his '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; own experiment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sd3naJNrozI/AAAAAAAAAcM/P74wtMrHzJs/s400/DSC01618.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322664770957714226" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sd3naHghoZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/sJTcgKNJf7o/s400/DSC01619.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322664770499879314" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic; "&gt;In case you're wondering, that's burnt tissue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And, I have no idea what happened to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sd3nakGv7pI/AAAAAAAAAck/4qTY9KMNguY/s400/DSC01623.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322664778176392850" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)"&gt;Publish Post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sd3nZ7F9uSI/AAAAAAAAAcE/U5zmt_Ldujo/s400/DSC01616.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322664767167248674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic; "&gt;Gonna leave your ballads and try singing rap songs from now on Farah? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-350608599541076193?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/350608599541076193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/350608599541076193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-such-y-chromosome-cliche.html' title='You&apos;re Such A Y-Chromosome Cliche'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sd3naRq2vyI/AAAAAAAAAcc/yJS4TRz7Mp4/s72-c/DSC01622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-7879645230620099447</id><published>2009-04-07T20:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:58:06.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Mess You Made</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SdtZf2qDdCI/AAAAAAAAAbk/C1xN-8PQp9g/s400/DSC01475.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321945788451091490" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SdtZgIXssHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/tddJlXNRBM4/s400/DSC01478.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321945793205940338" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SdtZfiqpwfI/AAAAAAAAAbc/TNftsudtf40/s400/DSC01473.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321945783084892658" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Okay, a few of us wanted to dress up, but we weren't sure if it was a prank or not. In the end, Farah &amp;amp; I promised to dress up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Luckily, when I arrived at college, a LOT of other people were also dressed up. There was an air-stewardess, a male cheerleader,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and tons of various school uniforms all around, which was very exciting! I wore my brother's school shirt &amp;amp; a pinafore turned into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a skirt, and I got comments like: "Ohhh, who's Adam?" &amp;amp; "Hi, Adam!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jim, on the other hand, molested my phone and started cam-whoring;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre;"&gt;Let me just remind you that these photos are the kind which gives you nightmares. Don't say I didn't warn you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321946529803835314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SdtaIVF0CmI/AAAAAAAAAb0/0LdOzm21axE/s400/DSC00020.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321946483815352930" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, very charming Nazeem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;With the January A-levels students out of sight for two weeks, we've got no choice but to move from our aquarium-like classroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;to the North Pole. I swear upon God (Bak kata Jim) the first flooor is FREEZING cold. Not exaggerating here. Luckily I've got my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;jacket with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tomorrow some of my classmates are planning to go to McD's.I have no idea how we're going to fit in 3 cars and go and come back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;in less than an hour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-7879645230620099447?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7879645230620099447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7879645230620099447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-mess-you-made.html' title='What A Mess You Made'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SdtZf2qDdCI/AAAAAAAAAbk/C1xN-8PQp9g/s72-c/DSC01475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-3025631013942756598</id><published>2009-03-30T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:18:45.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Just Click Someone Out Of Existence</title><content type='html'>Teacher: Whose Blueberry is that?&lt;br /&gt;Student 1: Uhh  miss, it's a Blackberry.&lt;div&gt;Student 2: My phone's a Strawberry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was an actual conversation, it occured just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had lunch at a Kopitiam near college, and decided to buy some bread after that. So before my class started, I was munching on a mini croissant. Hadi had to spoil the moment by saying, "Didn't you have lunch? Still hungry a?" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabar je la. &lt;/span&gt;Then after class, while waiting for Arisha's dad, I was eating my apple pie, and Fiona said, "Oh, did you skip lunch?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiyaa, the last time I checked, eating isn't a crime! :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-3025631013942756598?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/3025631013942756598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/3025631013942756598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-cant-just-click-someone-out-of.html' title='You Can&apos;t Just Click Someone Out Of Existence'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-2523075110825566172</id><published>2009-03-27T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:45:24.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teacher: It looks like we have two mature students in this class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Student: So what are you trying to say? That the rest of us are immature?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, the work load has finally arrived. My daily task is now to print out assignment or notes every other day, so on't expect daily updates. Expect.....short posts with pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be registering for my driving class this Sunday! I know, FINALLY right? Almost everyone I know has a 'P' sticker on his/her car already. It's okay Naj, we'll go slow and steady (:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have loads and tons of pictures to upload. If I could only find my adapter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-2523075110825566172?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/2523075110825566172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/2523075110825566172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Still Alive'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-3158975888790435801</id><published>2009-03-23T17:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:35:08.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livita, You're My New Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After waiting for more than a decade, not only are Farah &amp;amp; I in the same college, we’re in the same class! Plus, before this I only see him during tuition, now Jim’s in my class too! I guess they decided to group the Humanities students together. Thank you! There are currently about 14 people in my class, which is tremendously excellent. Hopefully we'll focus more in class. Orientation was fine, met a lot of new people. Classes start tomorrow, and that's when the real 'fun' begins. Assignments here and there, weekly (or maybe even daily!)  presentations, and the one I'm not prepared at all for: lack of sleep. Blog posts will get shorter and shorter, and ultimately this blog will die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-3158975888790435801?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/3158975888790435801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/3158975888790435801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/livita-youre-my-new-best-friend.html' title='Livita, You&apos;re My New Best Friend'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-6216190982784988690</id><published>2009-03-23T08:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:15:06.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember The Time When</title><content type='html'>I'm starting college today! Where? What programme? Just like PK5 used to say, "Lu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pikir&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sendiri&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-6216190982784988690?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6216190982784988690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6216190982784988690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/remember-time-when.html' title='Remember The Time When'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-5843266640585515109</id><published>2009-03-20T20:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:24:50.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m Not Sure What’s Wrong, But It’s Probably Your Fault</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;How To Make Enough Maggi For 17 People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, you can't use a tupperware (That's how we normally do it) and cook the maggi seventeen frakkin times,right? So, what do you do? Buy a baldi of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ScORp71tPjI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/_c_obzlFgvs/s1600-h/n1097503100_331857_5669860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ScORp71tPjI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/_c_obzlFgvs/s400/n1097503100_331857_5669860.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315252134850936370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not to wash clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ScORp4my2KI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nCvxHgvlWVI/s1600-h/n1097503100_331858_4110172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ScORp4my2KI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nCvxHgvlWVI/s400/n1097503100_331858_4110172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315252133983082658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, you wait till the lights go off at eleven, then sneak to the bilik rehat, lie about washing clothes in the middle of the night, and fill the baldi with water. Then, add the maggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ScORqIS5j8I/AAAAAAAAAaE/zG6qGqBIjUw/s1600-h/n1097503100_331873_684173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ScORqIS5j8I/AAAAAAAAAaE/zG6qGqBIjUw/s400/n1097503100_331873_684173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315252138194603970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover the baldi with a towel (or anything suitable) and wait for a few minutes. When it's ready, go to the nearest longkang and drain the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ScORqCB0_qI/AAAAAAAAAaM/SwOVPvpy8kc/s1600-h/n1097503100_331875_4940054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ScORqCB0_qI/AAAAAAAAAaM/SwOVPvpy8kc/s400/n1097503100_331875_4940054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315252136512388770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you eat, I'd just like to remind you that a LOT of MSG is involved in the making. Here's proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ScORqZHcp0I/AAAAAAAAAaU/YwGs-T4HCtU/s1600-h/n1097503100_331876_2737635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ScORqZHcp0I/AAAAAAAAAaU/YwGs-T4HCtU/s400/n1097503100_331876_2737635.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315252142709974850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the fun part. It's not easy to get forks at the camp, so if you're short on forks, use your hands. Make sure you wash them first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ScOR00Q531I/AAAAAAAAAac/c0nD_tc3KcE/s1600-h/n1097503100_331877_6569051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ScOR00Q531I/AAAAAAAAAac/c0nD_tc3KcE/s400/n1097503100_331877_6569051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315252321796087634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ScOR06UwOyI/AAAAAAAAAak/po7puuaJb-A/s1600-h/n1097503100_331878_1537333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ScOR06UwOyI/AAAAAAAAAak/po7puuaJb-A/s400/n1097503100_331878_1537333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315252323422845730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that's done, DIG IN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ScOR1Jm9yVI/AAAAAAAAAas/I4QFqPqjf40/s1600-h/n1097503100_331880_457022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ScOR1Jm9yVI/AAAAAAAAAas/I4QFqPqjf40/s400/n1097503100_331880_457022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315252327525763410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that disgusting you know, we actually managed to finish it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ScOR1S-Tb6I/AAAAAAAAAa0/hR6s7cDkNZw/s1600-h/n1097503100_331881_103826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ScOR1S-Tb6I/AAAAAAAAAa0/hR6s7cDkNZw/s400/n1097503100_331881_103826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315252330039570338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-5843266640585515109?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/5843266640585515109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/5843266640585515109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-sure-whats-wrong-but-its.html' title='I’m Not Sure What’s Wrong, But It’s Probably Your Fault'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/ScORp71tPjI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/_c_obzlFgvs/s72-c/n1097503100_331857_5669860.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-8090316185750276276</id><published>2009-03-18T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:59:29.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Love Recycling Don't You? No, I'm Not Talking About Rubbish</title><content type='html'>I survived it! Okay la, as a first timer I admit, I was a bit jakun. Thanks to Vivien &amp;amp; Dwayne who were very patient with me :) The computer is currently 'jiwa kacau' (a phrase I learnt during NS, hehe) so I can't locate the pictures OR the videos. Be patient, it never killed anyone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-8090316185750276276?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/8090316185750276276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/8090316185750276276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-love-recycling-dont-you-no-im-not.html' title='You Love Recycling Don&apos;t You? No, I&apos;m Not Talking About Rubbish'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-125829427878803231</id><published>2009-03-17T09:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:31:53.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biar Badan Kamu Berketul-Ketul. Macam Asakaaaaaaar!</title><content type='html'>When you haven't had your favourite kuey teow in months, this happens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sb78OQlHD5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/K9-CsLsGUnA/s1600-h/DSC01301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313961932242751378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sb78OQlHD5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/K9-CsLsGUnA/s400/DSC01301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313961938727434050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sb78OovLd0I/AAAAAAAAAY8/qfseuZHkuw8/s400/DSC01302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to that person who deserves this wish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313961944499972722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sb78O-PdanI/AAAAAAAAAZE/rEMQYJI6rfo/s400/DSC01305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Going rockclimbing today! Yeah, yeah. Laugh your head off. Will I survive ? No idea, I'm going with Vivien &amp;amp; Dwayne. Shoot, with the two of them, chances of me surviving are very slim! *Touches the nearest wood* Just joking, I'm sure it'll all be fine. If you see new posts after this, I obviously survived it. If you don't ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-125829427878803231?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/125829427878803231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/125829427878803231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/biar-badan-kamu-berketul-ketul-macam.html' title='Biar Badan Kamu Berketul-Ketul. Macam Asakaaaaaaar!'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sb78OQlHD5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/K9-CsLsGUnA/s72-c/DSC01301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-5405831067702257371</id><published>2009-03-13T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T06:59:14.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Full Of Crap</title><content type='html'>The wait is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;. After getting my results, Momin picked Pah &amp;amp; I up at OU to visit Faruq. Poor guy has been diagnosed with dengue. Kesian kesian. He got the VIP room, which looks more like a hotel room ;p So to whoever who wants to visit him, he's in room 319 at DSH. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SbmRm7x3nAI/AAAAAAAAAXk/dBp2UturqYQ/s400/DSC01159.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312437333528124418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drove back to OU have Nando's! I went to take my results in my inner loreng, and I didn't think we'd go straight to OU after that. Nasib Momin had an extra shirt in his car. Kedut pon berkedut laa.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Still getting used to typing, so please excuse the short posts. Enjoy the pictures! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SbmRmNmBsaI/AAAAAAAAAXc/fshqNg6s4ro/s400/DSC01170.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312437321130422690" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SbmRmP5FqCI/AAAAAAAAAXU/SqyqNQBaY6Q/s400/DSC01168.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312437321747245090" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SbmRkyjv_vI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ugdvbGBEFdY/s400/DSC01166.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312437296693247730" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture of the day : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SbmRn_cptMI/AAAAAAAAAXs/_5bxoVifkcs/s400/DSC01163.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312437351692743874" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-5405831067702257371?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/5405831067702257371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/5405831067702257371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-full-of-crap.html' title='You&apos;re Full Of Crap'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SbmRm7x3nAI/AAAAAAAAAXk/dBp2UturqYQ/s72-c/DSC01159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-7096906750816592657</id><published>2009-03-11T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:54:34.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Wonderful Feeling Not To Know When Your Next Love Bite From Abang Mos Will Be</title><content type='html'>It's good to be back for good, despite being left behind in a lot of things. To all SPM candidates, all the best for tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best to blog about every single day that has happened during my stay in Sarawak. Please be patient yeah :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SbfeeM5rAOI/AAAAAAAAAXE/n5p5SaKFBOY/s400/DSC08095.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311958895947350242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The view from my dorm. Amazing, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-7096906750816592657?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7096906750816592657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7096906750816592657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-wonderful-feeling-not-to-know-when.html' title='It&apos;s A Wonderful Feeling Not To Know When Your Next Love Bite From Abang Mos Will Be'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SbfeeM5rAOI/AAAAAAAAAXE/n5p5SaKFBOY/s72-c/DSC08095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-5344313557420587931</id><published>2009-03-11T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:46:45.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got More Faces Than An Oven Full Of Gingerbread Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After getting the green light from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sapree&lt;/span&gt; to go back to our respective dorms, the first thing we did when we reached our dorm was to continue packing. Around 4.30, I couldn't stand it and crashed. Yeah la, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; la the night before we slept late. I was woken up by Pah, who was sweet enough to drop by our dorm and wake each and every one of us up. &lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took last minute pictures of the place, and woke the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sarawakians&lt;/span&gt; up to say goodbye for the last time. As expected, another crying session took place. As we walked to the hall for breakfast, we recalled our memories at the camp and it was difficult not to let the tears flow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were shocked to see more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sarawakians&lt;/span&gt; coming down during breakfast to send us off (around 6am) because they were supposed to only come down at 8.15am. The buses started arriving and a new list was announced. There were 3 buses for 100 people, and in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;previous list, I was in the second bus along with only 7 other girls.  When the new list was read, I was in a bus with an equal amount of both sexes, thank god! As we boarded the bus, more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sarawakians&lt;/span&gt; came to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;padang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kawat&lt;/span&gt; to send us off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it was my turn to board the bus, the bus was already full! So I was sent to a second bus, my original bus, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pffft&lt;/span&gt;. Took out my black 'burn book' and read it on the way to the airport. A few wrote, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Toiii&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jangan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tidur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dalam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;baris&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jangan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tidur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;celik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;mata&lt;/span&gt;"! Yes people, I'm still the same: a sleepy person 24/7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived at the airport at 9am. Since our flight was at 12.45pm, we had a LOT of time to kill. We went chocolate shopping, ate good food, and just talked. When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Sya&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I walked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;MarryBrown&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Dayang&lt;/span&gt; told us to hurry up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and pointed her finger upwards. We were so excited to see our teachers from the camp! They actually came all the way from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Sematan&lt;/span&gt;. (it's 2 hours away people!) The frustrating thing was we already checked in, so we couldn't meet up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SbmacfD-sKI/AAAAAAAAAYs/KIqRkRHhQ9s/s1600-h/DSC08247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SbmacfD-sKI/AAAAAAAAAYs/KIqRkRHhQ9s/s400/DSC08247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312447049625415842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SbmacIaIdcI/AAAAAAAAAYk/RwHlqmbtS2o/s1600-h/DSC08246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SbmacIaIdcI/AAAAAAAAAYk/RwHlqmbtS2o/s400/DSC08246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312447043544315330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sbmab4VkV1I/AAAAAAAAAYc/cIDo_wJAuZY/s400/DSC08245.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312447039230203730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Sbmab6L2JxI/AAAAAAAAAYU/KGFmsgD3vI4/s400/DSC08244.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312447039726298898" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; Wan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Zamri&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Sapree&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; Mona, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Nurul&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; Wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept during the first half of the flight. When I woke up, food was already served. I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Beriani&lt;/span&gt;, apparently the other choice was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;! There was a turbulence before we landed, so the ride was shaky for a while. When the plane did land (2.30pm), all the rejected 'factory workers' started clapping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We assembled at the ... I don't know what to call it ... the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ruang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;legar&lt;/span&gt;'? with other trainees from other camps in Sarawak.  I asked the trainer in charge what time our bus would arrive, and she said 4.30pm, so I called Ayah straight away to ask him to pick me up at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;KLIA&lt;/span&gt;. Had to leave the airport asap, had a date waiting in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Nad&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Ezza&lt;/span&gt; outside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt;, and walked towards MPH to meet my love(s). After having my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Chocolicious&lt;/span&gt; Sundae with Fresh Strawberries, we walked towards the escalator when this guy gave me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; stare. And it turned out to be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SbmW006rTyI/AAAAAAAAAX0/4dRljnDbfd8/s400/DSC01136.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312443069762326306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After circling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt;, we (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Naj&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Faiqa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Amal&lt;/span&gt;, Ira &amp;amp; Hana) walked back to my house because we planned to have dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Muhibbah&lt;/span&gt;. Kira picked us up at the old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Mofaz&lt;/span&gt; and we crammed into her cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Myvi&lt;/span&gt;, along with Min in the car too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d84c671bd7a9d4db" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd84c671bd7a9d4db%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329957538%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CE363C63E39A61CCB3BA097405C668676ACBC6C.A998BC9439B11710881A14ECE4409B44FA3131%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd84c671bd7a9d4db%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl9trwMjRN2_OdlwXDylfRGQuEew&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd84c671bd7a9d4db%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329957538%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CE363C63E39A61CCB3BA097405C668676ACBC6C.A998BC9439B11710881A14ECE4409B44FA3131%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd84c671bd7a9d4db%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl9trwMjRN2_OdlwXDylfRGQuEew&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Muhibbah&lt;/span&gt; was . . . &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;g.o.o.d. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Kira dropped some of us off at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Rasta&lt;/span&gt; to meet up with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt; gang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. The first thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt; said when he saw me was, "Eh eh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;bendera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Pahang&lt;/span&gt;!" To those of you who don't understand, too bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a nice day, even though I was tired (when am I not?) It felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;wierd&lt;/span&gt; to sleep that night, without having a specific time to switch off the lights and people shouting, announcing that she'd be switching off the lights. I actually slept with the lights on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-5344313557420587931?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d84c671bd7a9d4db&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/5344313557420587931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/5344313557420587931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/youve-got-more-faces-than-oven-full-of.html' title='You&apos;ve got More Faces Than An Oven Full Of Gingerbread Men'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SbmacfD-sKI/AAAAAAAAAYs/KIqRkRHhQ9s/s72-c/DSC08247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-6443639660310873560</id><published>2009-01-28T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:28:44.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before we boarded the plane to Kuching, Pah and I bought MORE Gardenia bread, because that was the only thing the Sarawakians asked for. Apparently they don't have any Gardenia or Hi-5 factories there. I bought at least 40!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we reached the airport, we had 3 hours to kill because we had to wait for the other trainees from the later flights to arrive. I killed the time by sleeping (naturally) and exploring the Kuching International Airport. After the last batch arrived, we boarded the bus for a 2-hour ride back to Sematan. Suddenly it felt like the first day we arrived, only with less people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we arrived (9.30pm), everyone was greeting each other so excitedly, asking them how they spent their holidays. It was as though we haven't met in years, and I guess that just proves how much we've bonded in less than a month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were dismissed and the moment we stepped in the dorm, the 'party' started. We combined all our foods and ate. I left the bread I brought on the bed and told them anyone could take if they wanted, and it was gone in less than 5 minutes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-6443639660310873560?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6443639660310873560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6443639660310873560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/before-we-boarded-plane-to-kuching-pah.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-4763827563270076173</id><published>2009-01-27T22:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:05:10.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May The Fleas Of A Thousand Camels Infest Your Armpits</title><content type='html'>I didn't get the opportunity to send my aunty, uncle and cousins off to Bristol, where they'll be at for four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't get the chance to send one of my best friends since kindergarten, off to Melbourne next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else is next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion is: I never get proper goodbyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-4763827563270076173?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/4763827563270076173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/4763827563270076173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/may-fleas-of-thousand-camels-infest.html' title='May The Fleas Of A Thousand Camels Infest Your Armpits'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-2332049567194827241</id><published>2009-01-26T08:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:10:11.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarcasm Keeps You From Telling People What You Really Think Of Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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Yeah sure, you people are going to shopping malls every day, but I'm the one saving money :) The Sarawakians have very unique names, seriously. There's Fabiola, Filifina, Miliani, Qazy, Frizzal, George Bush &amp;amp; Saddam Hussein. I'm not joking about the last two. Bak kata Jim, "I swear to God" ada people with those names!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I eat 6 times a day there using ‘Venn Diagram’-looking plates, so don't be shocked when you see me. All I can say is, while I'm here, I don't want to even think about buns, biscuits or tuna. &lt;br /&gt;And I'm very thankful that it's been raining most of the time there. But when it's hot, it's really hot. So now I look like a lobster. And that's why I'm going to Bubba Gump!Yes, to honour my lobsterness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; There are a few PJ-ians at the exact same camp. Sean from Samad, and Yong Chyi and Raymond from CHS. It's good to have people you know at the same camp. Syahira's in the same dorm as me! Pah's dorm is very near, so late night gossips are a norm! (;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And getting shouted at is a daily (more of hourly!) ritual there!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Baris awak ni macam jarak gigi hantu!"&lt;br /&gt;"Aku rendam ko dalam kolam nanti!"&lt;br /&gt;"Kamu ni ada penyakit 'b' tahu tak?&lt;br /&gt;  Nak tahu 'b' tu apa?&lt;br /&gt;  'b' tu BIOL la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-2332049567194827241?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/2332049567194827241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/2332049567194827241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/sarcasm-keeps-you-from-telling-people.html' title='Sarcasm Keeps You From Telling People What You Really Think Of Them'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-395363059196079729</id><published>2009-01-25T20:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:46:18.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violence Won’t Solve Anything,But It Sure Makes Me Feel Good.</title><content type='html'>I thought OU would be filled with people I know, guess I was wrong. It's wonderful to eat good hot food. Which what I'll be doing for the next few days. I miss seafood. And spicy food. Nando's anyone? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-395363059196079729?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/395363059196079729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/395363059196079729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/violence-wont-solve-anythingbut-it-sure.html' title='Violence Won’t Solve Anything,But It Sure Makes Me Feel Good.'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-6156940907944813283</id><published>2009-01-25T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:52:27.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now It's My Turn To Look For An Exit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I'M BAAAAACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For five days je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-6156940907944813283?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6156940907944813283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6156940907944813283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-its-my-turn-to-look-for-exit.html' title='Now It&apos;s My Turn To Look For An Exit'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-6224385651228677226</id><published>2009-01-14T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:29:16.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After breakfast, it's a daily routine for us to assemble at the padang kawat to hear morning announcements (Because using the P.A system will increase the electrical consumption?). We were caught off guard as right after the announcements, we were told to stay back for 'Perbarisan Disiplin'. We looked at each other, confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we saw Cik Isa (In layman terms, the discipline teacher) walking towards the padang kawat. You see, when we assemble, we assemble by companies and he checked each and every single person from Alpha right to Delta! He checked if our shirts were ironed and tucked in properly, your mustache and beard, that sorta thing. And the one thing most trainees had in common? Uncut nails! Habis lah, everyone's fingers kena ketuk.&lt;div&gt;For our second module, we were assigned to a new group and we were required to choose a 'buddy'. I became buddies with Beatrice, my first Iban friend. We were supposed to teach them how to juggle because how well your buddy juggles reflects on how 'good' of a buddy you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SvOyUeGvm8I/AAAAAAAAAwA/9BOPYSd-Scc/s400/n1097503100_331918_1934260.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400856442895834050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Beatrice Bangie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the evening for our perbarisan riadah, Nad and I forgot to wear our caps (It's part of the uniform when you wear your baju PT) and it was too late to go back to the dorm to get it. So we decided to gamble and went for the perbarisan, capless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was surprising that we weren't called out, because the two odd tudungs were pretty obvious amongst 40 other black caps! But hey, I'm not complaining! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-6224385651228677226?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6224385651228677226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6224385651228677226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-breakfast-its-daily-routine-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SvOyUeGvm8I/AAAAAAAAAwA/9BOPYSd-Scc/s72-c/n1097503100_331918_1934260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-5405017716891630800</id><published>2009-01-13T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:28:23.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had our first round of games today. The interesting about these games is that it comes with a plot, and you have to use your imagination to play it. I can't remember the storyline for 'Tangki Bocor', but let me just explain the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We (Delta) were divided into 4 groups, 2 groups of guys and 2 groups of girls. It was like the battle of the sexes! Now here's how the game is like. Imagine a barrel with holes. If you can't, don't worry, I've inserted pictures so you'll somehow understand what I'm talking about:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Su-guYBNyKI/AAAAAAAAAv4/VWuoqnFFqOI/s400/image.axd.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399711196822489250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Surprisingly, I managed to find an exact picture! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The whole objective of the game is to fill the barrel with water using mineral water bottles, and the first team to do so wins! Sounds easy? The bottles have holes in it! It gets interesting, because you can 'buy'(trade) the bottles with newspaper, which can be used to block the holes on the barrel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My team was super 'creative'. Our strategy was not to use the newspaper (after watching the first team buying it and the newspaper became soggy after a few minutes). So what did we do? We super smart people used our own fingers to cover the holes! ahahah, it sure paid off, because we won! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That night, when we assembled at the hall, we were told that we'll be watching an episode of 'Bermulanya Di Sini' every night. It's a video produced by PLKN and has all the moral values and everything we all know. And I don't know if I was missing her badly or if what I saw was right, but I could have sworn that I saw Ira's house in one of the episodes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-5405017716891630800?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/5405017716891630800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/5405017716891630800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-had-our-first-round-of-games-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/Su-guYBNyKI/AAAAAAAAAv4/VWuoqnFFqOI/s72-c/image.axd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-5880907985347348975</id><published>2009-01-12T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:10:26.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A new day, a new week, and new trainees! The latest 'member's of the Delta Company are Aaron (19-year old of Scottish-Chinese parentage who also happens to represent Sarawak in Judo !) and Bro Max (22-year old 'abang' who we were initially afraid of hehe). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today marks the last day of our first module, the end of PRS-like modules and electing different leaders everyday. Cikgu Ika made us sit in our own groups (6 in a group) and said things that made most of us (Okay la, none of the guys) cried. And this is only after a WEEK being together. I can't imagine what'll happen when we leave for good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all the classes were dismissed, we gathered at the dewan once again, and lined up according to our classes and that's when we found out that we were still going to be in the same class, just in different groups! ahaha, cried for no reason je. After that announcement, all the teachers went up on stage and started the chicken dance! It was hilarious to see the men do it hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-5880907985347348975?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/5880907985347348975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/5880907985347348975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-day-new-week-and-new-trainees.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-6178511169664742320</id><published>2009-01-11T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:08:29.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today would mark as one of the most unproductive days in my life. Why? I woke up at 7, and slept in intervals. Gossiped at Sya's bed (Our usual gossip place) for a while. It was so good to sleep because it was raining all day! To me, the day was better spent sleeping than walking around aimlessly aroun camp Finally decided to bathe at 4 when no one was in the bathroom. People usually hog the bathroom after dinner (7+), so I had the whole toilet to myself !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-6178511169664742320?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6178511169664742320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6178511169664742320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-would-mark-as-one-of-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-9148468361606075695</id><published>2009-01-11T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:07:34.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Want to know the secret to toned arms?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow these easy steps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Pile all your worn clothes in your locker and compensate yourself for not washing it during the week because you've got such a busy schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Maximise your weekend by washing every single piece on Sunday. That way, you'll have no choice but to wash it (unless you're planning to recycle your clothes for ANOTHER week!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Vooooilaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Being a horror/thriller movie fan doesn't really help when you're adapting to a new place, especially one far from civilization! Thanks to the endless horrific marathons, I now sleep with the blanket covering my face, just in case I see things that should only remain in R.L Stine's books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After all the lights were switched off that night, I couldn't sleep. I heard someone moving, and I managed to convince myself that it was just in my imagination. Naturally, I was curious and when I opened my eyes, two teachers were standing at the edge of my bed with a flashlight in their hands! I gasped so loud they told me to keep quiet! ahahaha, turns out that they were doing their usual rounds to check if everyone is at their respective dorms and no one is caught in bed with another person, if you know what I mean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;What my 'supportive' friends have been saying to make me feel better:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell your five scandals I said hi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell your 13  bald guys to grow some hair"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-9148468361606075695?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/9148468361606075695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/9148468361606075695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/want-to-know-secret-to-toned-arms.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-2804736280286157255</id><published>2009-01-09T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:06:35.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As the actual ceremony will take place at 2pm, a final rehearsal was held in the morning because PT was cancelled due to the rain. I managed to perfect my steps and synchronize with the others. Oh, and I was made the 'Platun Sarjan' :D During the ceremony, I didn't mess up any steps (YEAYY!) but (there's always the but) when the Komandan (the big boss at camp) put the pangkat band on my wrist, it fell instead!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Kem Putra Sentosa (KPS), it's somehow an unspoken tradition for a celebration to take place after an important event. Since electing your leaders is one of the main events, we spent the night karaoke-ing. Yes, that's our form of celebrating. Tables were arranged in a way that everyone was facing the stage and the celebration ended at 12.30am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it was a Friday, we were given our phones back, but getting my phone back was totally useless because my credit expired. So, while everyone was busy texting &amp;amp; calling the whole night, I had no choice but to sleep. What a way to end the day right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-2804736280286157255?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/2804736280286157255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/2804736280286157255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-actual-ceremony-will-take-place-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-467911262652995520</id><published>2009-01-08T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:29:48.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the first day we had to assemble in our 'Baju Celoreng' after lunch (Yes, under the hot blazing sun). I was very excited, because I've never been in a uniform body which requires putting on boots and a beret. Most of my dorm mates actually sacrificed their napping time after lunch and spent the time getting ready. It took us almost an hour to get in that uniform and I was so busy perfecting my beret that I forgot to polish my boots!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After assembling at the padang kawat, the other trainees were allowed to 'chill out' at the dewan. Those who were shortlisted for pangkats (I was one of them :D) had to stay back for a rehearsal, as the ceremony will take place the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I screwed up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started with the wrong leg, so when I arrived in front, where we are supposed to receive our pangkats, I wasn't synchronized with the others ! ahahaha, I thought I was good enough, considering that that was my first time marching properly (Perbarisan rumah sukan doesn't count =.=') but do you think the trainers care if it was your first time or if you can do it with your eyes closed!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-467911262652995520?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/467911262652995520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/467911262652995520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-was-first-day-we-had-to-assemble.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-7165517951739060000</id><published>2009-01-07T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:46:38.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few people from camp actually remind me of people back home. For instance, if Cikgu Ika (My character building teacher) met Arisha, they would instantly bond! Why? Mutual attraction for pink! Her attire has at least one splash of pink (I think it's part of her uniform) and she's hyper too!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhan pulak reminds me of Cikgu Nik because I can never take him seriously, but I don't have a photo of him to prove it! While we were sorted out according to classes (our names were called one by one, I guess it was to add the 'suspense'), he taught Miza and I Bahasa Sarawak. The thing is, after repeating after him, he would smile and laugh, so I'm not sure why he did. Was it the way we pronounced the words or did he just teach us crappy words? I have no idea! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-7165517951739060000?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7165517951739060000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7165517951739060000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/few-people-from-camp-actually-remind-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-8761545429132732932</id><published>2009-01-06T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:53:26.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before leaving for Sarawak in a jetplane (Aeroplane actually), I didn't bother filling up the medical check-up form provided by PLKN. So I had to go for one today and miss the second day of Character Building class.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was officially my first time outside camp, and the other trainees who went on that 'mini field trip' were Nad (Who accidentally kicked the edge of her bed and wanted to do an x-ray), Marcus, and Munir. It took us about half an hour before reaching the town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since there were a lot of people waiting for their turn and our number didn't look like it was going to be called soon, we decided to go to the cafeteria. I decided to order the 'fanciest' named drink, which was 'Teh Dangdut'. Munir, who offered to belanja the three of us (It didn't occur to me that we were going to buy food) said that I had to do a dangdut dance, as a tribute to the drink! HAHA, fat chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh,and if you're frustrated or angry, please don't kick your bed. Try screaming or crying, but no kicking. Why? Well, remember Nad's sprained ankle? After getting her x-ray back, she found out that it was fractured!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-8761545429132732932?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/8761545429132732932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/8761545429132732932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/before-leaving-for-sarawak-in-jetplane.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-9132269743778641711</id><published>2009-01-05T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:02:50.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;During breakfast, Sya slipped on a puddle of water after getting her food. She had a cup in one hand, and a tray in the other. Qazy, who was just beside her, saw her slip and instead of preventing her from falling, he only grabbed her tray! His reason for doing so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Wira mana boleh pegang wirawati!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We missed our first PT (A full solid hour of exercise) session, all thanks to the rain! Not that I'm complaining. Well, maybe I am. If it rained sooner, we wouldn't have had to wake up so early! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over here, when a parcel arrives for you, there will be an announcement. When I heard my name, I rushed to the logistic counter because the most important item has arrived! No, not food. My facial wash! Going on without facial wash without days is pure torture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sucky thing is, they check your parcel for harmful and prohibited items (cigaretes, extra phones etc) . Even after insisting that my stuff were merely toiletries (Fearing that he would unwrap and find my deodorants and other stuff in front of other people) , Cikgu Tsong stil didn't believe me and made me unwrap (My dad individually wrapped each toiletry with bubtble wrap) every single item! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I made my sister send various types of minyak (Gamat, Mastika, Angin) just in case, and as Cikgu Jon (He was at the counter as well) saw me unwrap those bottles, he asked me if I brought any 'Minyak Pengasih' (The kind of minyak you jampi people with, to fall in love with you or whatever you want). He even said, "Awak ni bawak banyak jenis minyak. Macam bomoh!". And I was stuck with that nickname until the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every Monday night, we have a Mentor-Menti session. Each trainer (Physical &amp;amp; Module Teachers) are assigned to about 10 trainees (From mixed kompenis) each. The programme was conducted because the camp didn't want a barrier between trainees and trainers. Most of the trainers were really sporting during the MM session. It was a very informal thing, some mentors conducted sessions in the hall, while some brought their mentis to the various locations around the camp, such as near 'Pavillion' and quite a few were scattered around 'Dataran Merdeka'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Mentor's Cikgu Nurul and the only other person I knew in my group was Jamie, also from Delta. We were annoying each other so much that Cikgu Nurul said, "Orang tua kata, orang yang selalu gaduh ada jodoh!" HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8-CIKIuLI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Nr-mgp3y6A8/s400/n1097503100_331866_2859298.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395099084883802290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cikgu Nurul and Her Mentis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-9132269743778641711?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/9132269743778641711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/9132269743778641711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/during-breakfast-sya-slipped-on-puddle.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8-CIKIuLI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Nr-mgp3y6A8/s72-c/n1097503100_331866_2859298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-6729431909375233447</id><published>2009-01-04T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:05:09.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the first weekend families were allowed to visit. *Sobs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-6729431909375233447?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6729431909375233447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6729431909375233447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-was-first-weekend-families-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-4843710168632391654</id><published>2009-01-03T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:33:18.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nad managed to convince the other trainees that I'm Diane Danielle's cousin. HELLO. I don't look ANYTHING LIKE HER. And that Sya's brother is Jehan Miskin (Very believable). And Vana's sister is Ida Nerina (They look so much alike I was surprised they weren't distant relatives!). One of the trainers pulak thought that I look like Juliana Banos. Dude, seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though it was a Saturday, our activities were starting to build up (We were sorted into our character building classes, which will begin next week + 'Auditions' for various pangkats were going on) and we were required to sacrifice our Saturday to present out KKJ, which includes the design of our company flag and explaining the rationality of choosing that particular design (Why was an animal chosen as the mascot? Why is the animal red? Why this why that). There was a Q&amp;amp;A session after each presentation by each company, and some questions were pretty hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St9CGo6uPaI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/llrUOk5yp_8/s400/n1097503100_331860_5142463.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395103560443510178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St9CG38xztI/AAAAAAAAAvY/HLaWXbNQ7xk/s400/n1097503100_331859_6542090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395103564478664402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St9CHaZFo0I/AAAAAAAAAvg/07SqdYbMPIM/s400/n1097503100_331861_2406392.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395103573724209986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St9CHRqxTHI/AAAAAAAAAvo/kV0GciEHC6Q/s400/n1097503100_331849_8362365.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395103571382455410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before I start using foreign terms, let me explain the various posts in my camp. Different camps use different titles:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The top 5 posts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sergeant Under Oath = President&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2 I/C = Vice President&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Q/M = Head of Logistics &amp;amp; KKMS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ajuten = Head of Kawad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;RSM = Head of Discipline &amp;amp; KSM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Each Kompeni&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ketua Kompeni = President&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2 I/C Kompeni = Vice-President&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ketua Wira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ketua Wirawati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;KSM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;KKMS&lt;br /&gt;Ketua Platun Wira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ketua Platun Wirawati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-4843710168632391654?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/4843710168632391654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/4843710168632391654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/nad-managed-to-convince-other-trainees.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St9CGo6uPaI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/llrUOk5yp_8/s72-c/n1097503100_331860_5142463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-618777379914965379</id><published>2009-01-01T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:30:20.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were missing home so much we stared naming places in camp after places in KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of the places :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8yPX8RyRI/AAAAAAAAAug/liW9qmRKrpA/s1600-h/DSC01930.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8yPX8RyRI/AAAAAAAAAug/liW9qmRKrpA/s400/DSC01930.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395086118319409426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Kolam = Tasik Titiwangsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8yPAiyq0I/AAAAAAAAAuY/UPfI325CzRY/s1600-h/n1097503100_331573_8264576.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8yPAiyq0I/AAAAAAAAAuY/UPfI325CzRY/s1600-h/n1097503100_331573_8264576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8yPAiyq0I/AAAAAAAAAuY/UPfI325CzRY/s400/n1097503100_331573_8264576.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395086112038497090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dewan Makan = NZ Curry House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8yOx-D7sI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nVH5BIQe8Q0/s1600-h/n1097503100_331564_2581992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8yOx-D7sI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nVH5BIQe8Q0/s400/n1097503100_331564_2581992.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395086108126342850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Washing Area = Central Market (This is where everyone 'meets' up, if you know what I mean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8yOqpu1YI/AAAAAAAAAuI/bXINPDKZoTs/s1600-h/n1097503100_331562_6473374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8yOqpu1YI/AAAAAAAAAuI/bXINPDKZoTs/s400/n1097503100_331562_6473374.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395086106162025858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Snack place = Pavillion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yes, I'm aware that it looks nothing like the one in KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8yOX2_i6I/AAAAAAAAAuA/OUQBg0fCfh0/s1600-h/n1097503100_331561_6210206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8yOX2_i6I/AAAAAAAAAuA/OUQBg0fCfh0/s400/n1097503100_331561_6210206.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395086101117373346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Padang Kawat = Dataran Merdeka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8zRT5U4JI/AAAAAAAAAu4/roFHGaf8WSE/s1600-h/n1097503100_331566_6133675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8zRT5U4JI/AAAAAAAAAu4/roFHGaf8WSE/s400/n1097503100_331566_6133675.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395087251104653458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Surau = Masjid Wilayah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8zQmpUymI/AAAAAAAAAuo/upVJs0Nvg_o/s400/DSC01927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395087238957943394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The pathway to our dorm = Bukit Bintang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8zRACxsmI/AAAAAAAAAuw/HVffiXZDe-4/s400/n1097503100_331707_4389848.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395087245775581794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Our dorm = Bukit Antarabangsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St82GPuflkI/AAAAAAAAAvA/RC-CosLLEN0/s400/DSC01932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395090359541798466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bola jaring &amp;amp; sepak takraw courts = Bukit Jalil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-618777379914965379?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/618777379914965379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/618777379914965379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-were-missing-home-so-much-we-stared.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8yPX8RyRI/AAAAAAAAAug/liW9qmRKrpA/s72-c/DSC01930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-6805576767987554046</id><published>2008-12-31T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:46:51.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was a rumour going on that we were going to get our phones back, but I didn't really want to get my hopes up because it was a weekday, and phones were only given to us during the weekend. Plus, we surrendered our phones a few days back, I wasn't so sure they would give it back so soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the afternoon, there was an announcement that we were going to get our phones back, so we ran to our dorms to get out phone card (which has details of your phone, for verification purposes) and I was the first one to get my phone back! So much for 'not keeping my hopes up'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night, it was a fun experience to bathe 'berkemban' style. Sure, I was a bit jakun, but heyy. There's always a first time for everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who could ever imagine that I would spend New Year's eve in Sarawak, washing clothes in the toilet alone? Because that was exactly what I did! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8rl4lRZZI/AAAAAAAAAtw/PDQVWyQFLJs/s400/n1097503100_331917_7315375.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395078808457012626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sinks in the toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8rluKAIxI/AAAAAAAAAto/9tjyMhGZKeg/s1600-h/n1097503100_331916_7934927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8rluKAIxI/AAAAAAAAAto/9tjyMhGZKeg/s400/n1097503100_331916_7934927.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395078805658280722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Toilet cubicle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8rlaSwoOI/AAAAAAAAAtg/LE7ogPbnURE/s1600-h/n1097503100_331915_491506.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8rlaSwoOI/AAAAAAAAAtg/LE7ogPbnURE/s400/n1097503100_331915_491506.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395078800326303970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Shower cubicle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8rlGQtFwI/AAAAAAAAAtY/NrSy3mNKXqE/s1600-h/n1097503100_331914_7921368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8rlGQtFwI/AAAAAAAAAtY/NrSy3mNKXqE/s400/n1097503100_331914_7921368.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395078794948974338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;'Kolam'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As disgusting as it may sounds, can you believe that there were reports that some trainees actually went into the 'kolam' and made it their personal hot (well, in this case cold) tub!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-6805576767987554046?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6805576767987554046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6805576767987554046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-was-rumour-going-on-that-we-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8rl4lRZZI/AAAAAAAAAtw/PDQVWyQFLJs/s72-c/n1097503100_331917_7315375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-5198694485838468734</id><published>2008-12-30T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:33:21.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It has always been a wonder to me how my friends and I are always the last ones to leave the dorm for Physical Training (PT) every morning but are always the first in line whenever food is involved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we had our first 'official' programme. We were told to arrange chairs in the middle of the hall (This soon became a frequent thing) and Cikgu Su was put in charge that afternoon. After introducing herself, she began the 'ice-breaking' session about the various smiles people have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you meet someone for the first time, it's important to give them a 'senyum tiga', and not 'senyum satu' or 'senyum dua'. If you still don't understand what I'm talking about, try saying 'satu', 'dua' and 'tiga'. Notice that when you say 'satu' and 'dua', your mouth doesn't really spread out nicely? But when you say 'tiga' (tigeeeeeeee), you have a friendlier 'smile'? I'm sorry if that didn't make any sense. A live demo would have been easier to understand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cikgu Su made a couple of people demonstrate the 'Senyum Tiga', but the best was when this guy did it because he even counted out loud with his fingers! We called him Abang Tiga from that day onwards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8oyA5u8kI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/g2Ux4FxFCfI/s400/n1097503100_331709_4536998.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395075718313865794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Abang Tiga is second from the right. See how friendly he looks with his 'Senyum Tiga'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-5198694485838468734?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/5198694485838468734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/5198694485838468734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-has-always-been-wonder-to-me-how-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8oyA5u8kI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/g2Ux4FxFCfI/s72-c/n1097503100_331709_4536998.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-2260871714770564071</id><published>2008-12-29T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:18:32.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The highlight of the day was when Vana slipped (literally) in front of the toilet! Dah la there was a sign indicating that it was slippery, I have no idea how she didn't see it. Predictably, she was made fun of the entire day. We soon found out that that place was 'cursed'. Well, not in the way you would think it is. It's just that whoever who made fun of another person (After that person  got involved in an accident) was involved in one too (Minor ones like spraining an ankle)! You'll find out soon enough in future posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been raining non-stop since we got here (not that we have been here for a long time, but still!), so our activities were pretty limited. Our official schedule still has not been confirmed yet, so we just loitered around the hall and the 'hut' which sells snacks (Because eating 6 times is still not enough?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8jKowt9MI/AAAAAAAAAtI/P5t2ERSZV30/s400/n1097503100_331562_6473374.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395069544260564162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;It was designed to look like a Bidayuh house and because it's so small, only 6 are allowed to enter at a time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Eventually, we were bored and fell asleep at the table. The funny thing is, last night dah sembahyang berjemaah. Today, tidur berjemaah pulak! We were enjoying our nap so much, we didn't hear the announcement, calling us to assemble in the middle of the hal;! And one trainer actually had to make an announcement, asking us to wake up! His exact words were, "Wirawati Delta, sila bangun" HAHAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Another self-acclaimed proud moment: I've been reading after lights out (11pm). And if you think holding a book in one hand and a dimmed torch light in the other and actually trying to read is easy, THINK AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-2260871714770564071?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/2260871714770564071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/2260871714770564071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/highlight-of-day-was-when-vana-slipped.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8jKowt9MI/AAAAAAAAAtI/P5t2ERSZV30/s72-c/n1097503100_331562_6473374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-1520923689424697322</id><published>2008-12-28T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:53:08.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It took a while to adjust to the eating time at KPS. From the standard 3 meals per day, now food is being served 6 times a day! Here's how the daily menu looks like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makan pagi : 7.00am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minum pagi: 10.00am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makan tengah hari: 12.00pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minum petang: 4.00pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makan malam:6.00pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minum malam:10.00pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since it was the first few days and trainers were still busy sorting out administration things, there wasn't much that we could do except expanding our social network and increasing our appetite. We assembled at the same hall as last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8t_fdG60I/AAAAAAAAAt4/Zf-Rp5yMTPM/s400/n1097503100_331573_8264576.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395081447411739458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The font view of the hall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8gITIJW0I/AAAAAAAAAtA/0caz8ysrYC0/s400/n1097503100_331839_7282409.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395066205558627138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;That's the interior of the hall. It's an open hall, the girls' section is in the picture and the guys' section is on the other side of the hall. The counter with the lady in tudung is where we line up (6 times every day) for food. Beside that counter is the logistic counter, where I collected my pillowcase and that's where we usually collect our parcels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The 4 (Sya,Pah, Vana &amp;amp; I) sat with a few girls who turned out to be our dorm mates: Nad (Friendly AND energetic), Miza and Az. When Nad saw Pah, Nad started calling her Ling Ling. Must be her 'chinese' features la kott. From that day onwards, we were inseparable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-1520923689424697322?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/1520923689424697322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/1520923689424697322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-took-while-to-adjust-to-eating-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St8t_fdG60I/AAAAAAAAAt4/Zf-Rp5yMTPM/s72-c/n1097503100_331573_8264576.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-895402491678770353</id><published>2008-12-27T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:34:51.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St3l0y68RoI/AAAAAAAAAs4/IIv8DRpI_Tc/s1600-h/karte-6-645.gif'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I woke up early, just excited at the fact of embarking on a new 'adventure'. Updated my blog for the last time, said my goodbyes to civilization, and left the house. Had breakfast at Santai and after that it was a non-stop drive to Bukit Jalil .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I arrived, the first place I went to was the toilet (to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o much teh ais). Searched for the toilet, but I was at the wrong entrance! I could SEE the toilet from where I was standing, but there was a gate. Trust me, if climbing over the gate was considered as ladylike and appropriate, I would have done that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After emptying my bladder system (yes, I finally found the toilet), saw Pah &amp;amp; Sya at a tent, where we were supposed to register. After introducing them to each other, I was pretty sure we were going to be sticking with each other for the whole three months! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, it was time to say goodbye. My family (make that, my extended family. Yes, grandparents, aunties, uncles, AND 7 other cousins) were lining up at outside the bus. I got a seat beside the window and waved to them as the driver started the engine. Before we left, ex-trainees, who were promoting NS were selling hot-dogs, but sadly, no one bought it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now THIS is when the 'REAL' adventure begins. Or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bus, I saw a guy holding a bag, with MCKK written on it. The only person I cou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ld think of who went to MCKK at that time was Uncle Nasir, Naj's dad. I reminded myself to tell Naj this as soon as I could. Not that it was a major discovery, but how often can you say that you met your friend's dad's junior?! IN A BUS PULAK TUU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Predictably enough, the bus ride was creepily silent and awkward. One trainer actually gave us RM10 each to spend at the airport, which we all happily accepted. We reached KLIA after 45 minutes or so. I saw other trainees, who were heading towards Sabah &amp;amp; Sarawak assembling at various locations around KLIA (Imran, I'm pretty sure you were one of them. Too bad we didn't know each other back then), but didn't see anyone familiar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sya had a whole kampung waiting for her at KLIA, so she went with them while I hung out with Pah as we were all given 30 minutes (which ended up as a few hours) to 'enjoy' ourselves. Since we both wanted our last 'luxurious' meal, we headed to Eden, for dumplings! Since we arrived around 2 (if I'm not mistaken) and there was no dim sum after 12, we had to settle for Seafood fried rice, which was good, considering it was overpriced! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We checked in, and managed to get a crossword puzzle book (You never know when you might need it) , just in case. We were about to board the plane at 6.05pm (Yes, we were at the airport from 2!) when one girl approached the trainer. Apparently, she lost her I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C! Nasib baik she could settle it, and we then boarded the plane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as the plane left the ground, I opened my bag to read the various messages from my friends (Thanks for the black book guys, and the fan Arisha!). I may have looked pretty creepy, laughing and crying alone.  The chicken meatball with egg noodles they served was really good. Was about to sleep when the 2-hour plane ride came to an end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looked outside the window, and was shocked to see houses around the airport (Mind you, this is coming from a person whose last plane ride was 9 years ago, and KLIA is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n't a city airport either!). Went to the immigration counter and was given a slip valid for 3 months to declare that I wasn't some illegal person (We were constantly reminded to guard the slip with our lives, because without it, you ain't going on that plane back to KL!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After collecting our bags, we hopped on to another bus and were told that it was going to be another 2 hours till we reached Sematan, where our camp is located. During the bus ride, most of us fell asleep, but I was busy talking to Marcus, Sya  &amp;amp; Pah. Since it was around 8 when we arrived at Kuching, the bus ride seemed endless because it was dark and we had no idea where we were going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St3l0y68RoI/AAAAAAAAAs4/IIv8DRpI_Tc/s400/karte-6-645.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394720623844673154" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you see Sematan on the map? It's near Kuching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we finally did, everyone was kind of nervous because we were the last group of people to arrive! There was an earlier group of KL trainees and their flight was in the afternoon. The trainees from Sarawak would have definitely arrived before noon. The bus stopped directly in front of the hall and all eyes were on  us when we entered the hall. We were told to leave our bags at a corner and have dinner (At ten!?). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, we were all told to give up our personal belongings (Potential murder weapons like the miniature file of a nail clipper and pins). I persuaded the trainer to let me keep my pins because I only brought it to pin the bed sheet to the mattress (Smart eh?). The other trainees were allowed to go back to their respective dorms because they were already sorted into groups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to collect our new possessions (bedsheets and pillowcase) and were sorted into our companies. I was lucky enough to be in the same company as Sya and Vana (The girl who lost her IC. Remember her?). Pah was in Bravo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine me, with a trolley bag in one hand, pillow in the other, going down a steep staircase (the hall is on a 'hill')  in the middle of the night. Just imagine kalau terjatuh! ahahah. Dah la the lighting on the way to the dorm wasn't very helpful either. A trainer even said that we had to naik a 'sampan' to get to our dorm. When we soon did, there was another flight of stairs. Pffft. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it was almost midnight when we reached our dorm and most of the other trainees were already asleep, we couldn't really 'explore' the whole place. So, the only logical thing to do at that time was just sleep and hope that the next 75 days would be tolerable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;As you can see, there are pictures so you can try to imagine about the places and people I talk about :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St3fapyBqEI/AAAAAAAAAsw/1BGQT3OrkEE/s1600-h/n1097503100_331707_4389848.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St3fapyBqEI/AAAAAAAAAsw/1BGQT3OrkEE/s400/n1097503100_331707_4389848.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394713577644992578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Welcome to my dorm (P7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St3fZlDzh1I/AAAAAAAAAsg/qYZRZeSYlsI/s400/n1097503100_331557_6355158.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394713559197517650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is where I sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St3faOUkreI/AAAAAAAAAso/I5h1yBVcWHU/s400/n1097503100_331559_6458681.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394713570273701346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My stuff. Can you see your picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-895402491678770353?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/895402491678770353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/895402491678770353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-woke-up-early-just-excited-at-fact-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/St3l0y68RoI/AAAAAAAAAs4/IIv8DRpI_Tc/s72-c/karte-6-645.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-4776894106180197764</id><published>2008-12-27T09:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:18:18.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even If You Don't Miss Me, You WILL Miss My Annoying Ringing Tone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVWCLzTk4rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JJGMxod4Xrs/s1600-h/funnyjunksite_power1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVWCLzTk4rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JJGMxod4Xrs/s400/funnyjunksite_power1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284272877051634354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-4776894106180197764?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/4776894106180197764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/4776894106180197764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/even-if-you-dont-miss-me-you-will-miss.html' title='Even If You Don&apos;t Miss Me, You WILL Miss My Annoying Ringing Tone'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVWCLzTk4rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JJGMxod4Xrs/s72-c/funnyjunksite_power1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-1284418235464154452</id><published>2008-12-26T09:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:18:15.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You’ve Made Me So Nervous That I’ve Totally Forgotten My Standard Pick-Up Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The reason I'm up so early on my last official day here is to open that assholic bank account! Then it's Kinokuniya with a few family members and dinner at my grandma's. Suh-weet. After that, saper (supper) maybe?&lt;/span&gt; :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVQwsVaVXUI/AAAAAAAAAVc/kTfVNNyzUX0/s1600-h/funnyjunksite_fishes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVQwsVaVXUI/AAAAAAAAAVc/kTfVNNyzUX0/s400/funnyjunksite_fishes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283901801032408386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-1284418235464154452?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/1284418235464154452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/1284418235464154452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/youve-made-me-so-nervous-that-ive.html' title='You’ve Made Me So Nervous That I’ve Totally Forgotten My Standard Pick-Up Line'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVQwsVaVXUI/AAAAAAAAAVc/kTfVNNyzUX0/s72-c/funnyjunksite_fishes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-8586212458331687495</id><published>2008-12-26T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:41:39.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brains Aren’t Everything. In Fact, In Your Case They’re Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walau bagaimanapun, ahli-ahli keluarga boleh melawat pelatih-pelatih ini&lt;br /&gt;pada hujung minggu pertama dan ketiga setiap bulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's RM130 for a one-way ticket to Kuching :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-8586212458331687495?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/8586212458331687495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/8586212458331687495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/brains-arent-everything-in-fact-in-your.html' title='Brains Aren’t Everything. In Fact, In Your Case They’re Nothing'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-3355124982647664001</id><published>2008-12-25T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:24:17.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know What Your Problem Is, But I'll Bet It's Hard To Pronounce</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;When I try being unselfish and supportive, it backfires. Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to drop by &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Assunta&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Hospital&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to see Najee. It was meant to be a surprise but when I got there, I saw Adlan sweeping the floor and when I asked him where Najee was, he said "He's at Ara Damansara". I gave him the "Whatthefuck" look and started blabbing. Poor guy kena marah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting my drinks, my sister &amp;amp; I went to Jaya Grocer (Tesco &amp;amp; Cold Storage jam laa) to get things for dinner. After lots and lots pestering, my sister agreed to take me to that NZX building. I owe you one. Got lost, but we reached there. Eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: When you want to surprise someone, make sure he's actually at the location he's&lt;br /&gt;                     supposed to be at!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVOIYxS2_qI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kuduZl8bceo/s1600-h/funnyjunksite_mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVOIYxS2_qI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kuduZl8bceo/s400/funnyjunksite_mouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283716746966400674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-3355124982647664001?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/3355124982647664001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/3355124982647664001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-know-what-your-problem-is-but.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know What Your Problem Is, But I&apos;ll Bet It&apos;s Hard To Pronounce'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVOIYxS2_qI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kuduZl8bceo/s72-c/funnyjunksite_mouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-3520512534318189596</id><published>2008-12-25T09:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T10:53:58.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Borrow Money From A Pessimist. He Won’t Expect It Back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5COwner%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;What was initially just a drink at Rasta turned out to be ... yeahh, you guessed it, the total opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner at Hartamas they (Ellena, Amin, Adri &amp;amp; Azlief) picked me up. Reached Rasta and wanted to go to the Curve because Rasta was full, then Curve was the same. In the end, we decided to go to Hartamas. After the Penchala Link toll, we decided to go to KL instead. And did I mention that we got lost a couple of times that we ended up going in circles? It's either we got lost or Azlief just enjoys wasting gas. I really don't know ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why KL, you ask? Well, if you must know, we adventurous people wanted to check 'that street' out. To check 'those people' out. Adri actually called up his teacher to ask for directions! And when he asked us what we were going to do there, he just replied, "Oh, ada experiment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story cut short, we got lost a few more times before we actually reached our destination. I was kinda creeped out when we did our first round. By the second (yeah, we circled the same area 4 times!), a pimp actually signaled us, gave us the thumbs up. Maybe that's his way of saying "Saya punya manyaaaak bagus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a couple of women wannabes (Sorry, that's the nicest term I could come up with?) with those devil headbands. The best part? It had lights! Not badd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back, Rasta was still full, so where did we go? Mcd's :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVLj-OafvJI/AAAAAAAAAUs/dnyNoyjuyBU/s1600-h/DSC00310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVLj-OafvJI/AAAAAAAAAUs/dnyNoyjuyBU/s400/DSC00310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283535971019635858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVLj95M9PxI/AAAAAAAAAUk/45Fv4chWHng/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVLj95M9PxI/AAAAAAAAAUk/45Fv4chWHng/s400/DSC00307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283535965325704978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVLj9Suet5I/AAAAAAAAAUc/JFWEnUqISAo/s1600-h/DSC00314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVLj9Suet5I/AAAAAAAAAUc/JFWEnUqISAo/s400/DSC00314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283535954997327762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVLj9D-Y4KI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5MnfoMptEg0/s1600-h/DSC00312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVLj9D-Y4KI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5MnfoMptEg0/s400/DSC00312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283535951037522082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVLj8niw9mI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ioT3eTjVNrc/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVLj8niw9mI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ioT3eTjVNrc/s400/DSC00307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283535943405467234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-3520512534318189596?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/3520512534318189596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/3520512534318189596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/always-borrow-money-from-pessimist-he.html' title='Always Borrow Money From A Pessimist. 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Why? Because I've been going out so much I don't know where else to dig for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Treats' Cafe is undeniably good. Nyummy. And it's realistically priced. The best part? NO tax. No service OR government tax. It was RM72 for three people. Okay laa. Arisha, Elle &amp;amp; I met up for lunch after so long talking about 'Treats'. It's 100 meters away from my house but I've never been there before. You take the things around you for granted, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went DVD-shopping at that lime-green shop after that and got 'Disaster Movie' but we found out that the PS2 was rosak when we got home. Yes, I don't have a DVD player and I only depend on the PS2 because unlike some people, I didn't win a DVD player at prom. No hard feelings, Ezza :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after Amin arrived, Arisha went home so it was again, three people. The "Cikgu Nik" tuition gang is planning to 'hang out' before I go. Sounds very tempting. But Elle's willing to pay for meee :) My drink to be exact, HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVInAmvjruI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_e_EpBHbMOY/s1600-h/funnyjunksite_dreams.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVInAmvjruI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_e_EpBHbMOY/s400/funnyjunksite_dreams.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283328204212514530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-3115772102167651196?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/3115772102167651196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/3115772102167651196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/any-connection-between-your-reality-and.html' title='Any Connection Between Your Reality And Mine Is Purely Coincidental'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVMhcgWAo-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/0GsV0rm5cmg/s72-c/DSC00306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-6352338349329375877</id><published>2008-12-24T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:49:10.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words, But It Uses Up Three Thousand Times The Memory</title><content type='html'>Ikea, I am going to miss your mouth-watering food. 'Nuff said. Thanks for dinner :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the fact that it started 20 minutes behind schedule, Yes!Man has got to be the best movie I've seen in a while. The cinema was full, the audience laughed simultaneously, yeah it was blardy fun. There was this one part after Jim Carrey went for the seminar, the screen went blank for about 30 seconds (maybe?) and the audience started shouting "Yes Man" &amp;amp; "No Man", which was kinda amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends have given me my very own "Burn Book". And I was told not to open it until I'm on the plane. Naturally 'gatal tangan', well, I'm finding it very difficult to do so.  So I just might... okay no I won't. It'll spoil all the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from breakfast with Delima. I'm gonna miss you woman. Five years is no joke. I'm not going to get the chance to even send her off, because I'll be busy polishing my boots in Sarawak! The four of us have been friends since kindergarten, and now she's going. It'll be different. Definitely. Have fun at Trinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVG_HoCHaAI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8vSnQYC5rS0/s1600-h/funnyjunksite-_office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVG_HoCHaAI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8vSnQYC5rS0/s400/funnyjunksite-_office.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283213975608584194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-6352338349329375877?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6352338349329375877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6352338349329375877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-is-worth-thousand-words-but-it.html' title='A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words, But It Uses Up Three Thousand Times The Memory'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SVG_HoCHaAI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8vSnQYC5rS0/s72-c/funnyjunksite-_office.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-39983263775679582</id><published>2008-12-22T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:50:00.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Being Rude. You're Just Insignificant</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5COwner%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I now finally know why people can't seem to stop "Murni-ing" (Oh, it's a verb now). All this while, I've been passing Murni every single week on the way to my grandma's, trying to figure out why people crowd the place 24/7. Well, the 'Pink Panther' was better than what I anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I was there, I was called a "Mother", an "Aunty", &amp;amp;  a "Grandma" by three different people in less than a minute =.='&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-39983263775679582?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/39983263775679582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/39983263775679582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-not-being-rude-youre-just.html' title='I&apos;m Not Being Rude. You&apos;re Just Insignificant'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-7160298508682017344</id><published>2008-12-21T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:07:05.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Something Of Yours Does Not Give You The Right To Take What's Mine</title><content type='html'>When you care too much about a certain person (It doesn't necessarily have to be your significant other, you ding-dong bell), you do everything in your power to make sure they are on no account at fault, to the extent of blaming yourself for everything, and doing what you assume they would want you to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-7160298508682017344?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7160298508682017344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7160298508682017344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/losing-something-of-yours-does-not-give.html' title='Losing Something Of Yours Does Not Give You The Right To Take What&apos;s Mine'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-7840330445622271555</id><published>2008-12-21T12:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T13:52:54.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Always Comes Down To The Person With The Smallest Brain And The Biggest Boobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5COwner%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sure, I made a mistake. I screwed up and I had my fair share of Karma. But people like you never run out of luck. You still manage to make people think you're a total angel, when you're actually a Satan, &lt;i&gt;setan&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm gone, go enjoy the chatterbox. Vandalize it, write whatever you want. And right now, last-minute outings are very much encouraged :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;You may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment if you don't trust enough.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-7840330445622271555?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7840330445622271555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7840330445622271555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-always-comes-down-to-person-with.html' title='It Always Comes Down To The Person With The Smallest Brain And The Biggest Boobs'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-6303367792300752444</id><published>2008-12-17T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:11:06.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many Times Do I Have To Flush Before You Go Away? </title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5COwner%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} span.blsp-spelling-error 	{mso-style-name:blsp-spelling-error;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you know what's nauseating? No, not eating spiders. Not slicing your wrist. Making out in a cinema is pretty tolerable in this non-civilized world. But making out in a cinema during "Bolt", a movie for kids, THAT'S disgusting. And the fact that you two were distracting the audience with your 'special effect' noises, that's just unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to demonstrate the' washing machine' (Just learned that from Naj just now, hehe) technique &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, don't la do it when a child and her mother are walking out of the cinema. Do it during 'American Pie' or something. And before you people accuse me of being a pervert for watching, I'm gonna defend myself by saying that they were just a row behind us (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Naj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , Hana &amp;amp; I), and it was kinda difficult not to laugh at!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SU4kFW3SyeI/AAAAAAAAAT0/FYzFyHCcOgc/s1600-h/slurpee-tongue-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SU4kFW3SyeI/AAAAAAAAAT0/FYzFyHCcOgc/s400/slurpee-tongue-cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282199087407614434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-6303367792300752444?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6303367792300752444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6303367792300752444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-many-times-do-i-have-to-flush.html' title='How Many Times Do I Have To Flush Before You Go Away? '/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SU4kFW3SyeI/AAAAAAAAAT0/FYzFyHCcOgc/s72-c/slurpee-tongue-cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-7514839993130628887</id><published>2008-12-17T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:36:55.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Girl Has Been On More Laps Than A Napkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5COwner%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Wingdings; 	panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; 	mso-font-charset:2; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;}  /* List Definitions */  @list l0 	{mso-list-id:2066365148; 	mso-list-template-ids:-1514757768;} @list l0:level1 	{mso-level-number-format:bullet; 	mso-level-text:; 	mso-level-tab-stop:.5in; 	mso-level-number-position:left; 	text-indent:-.25in; 	mso-ansi-font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:Symbol;} ol 	{margin-bottom:0in;} ul 	{margin-bottom:0in;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Don't mind me. I'm not banging one person (or anyone) in particular, just thinking out loud:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;It's pathetic how some people      whine about being broke all the time but still manage to buy a pack of      cigarettes every time it finishes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;How do you prioritize the      people in your life? Alphabetically or in terms of stupidity?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Man Loong just reminded me      we're two weeks away from leaving Shitty-world (not leaving &lt;i&gt;for&lt;/i&gt;,      leaving &lt;i&gt;from&lt;/i&gt;), so you must be thrilled just thinking about it,      right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;It's incredible how you      manage to keep secrets, avoid people and still make me look like the bad      guy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I never said anything about      you lying to me, but you've never given me a reason to think you're      telling the truth either, ‘friend’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Don't you dare lecture me about      not being understandable. Trust me, I actually made an effort, and I give      up. You win. Do whatever you want. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;What’s the point of trying      when things will clearly never change?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-7514839993130628887?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7514839993130628887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/7514839993130628887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-girl-has-been-on-more-laps-than.html' title='That Girl Has Been On More Laps Than A Napkin'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-1580581034190910322</id><published>2008-12-16T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:13:16.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Remember Me When You're Good To Go</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I can still smell the hairspray. Can someone take me to Rasta? I want the dumplings please? It might not be as good as Lake Club's, but it's the nearest and cheapest ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day doing the thing I do best and haven't been doing for quite a long time: SLEEPING. Slept for 11 hours. In intervals sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 days left. NS shopping still yet to be done. This Friday eh Ieka? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-1580581034190910322?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/1580581034190910322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/1580581034190910322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-remember-me-when-youre-good-to-go.html' title='Just Remember Me When You&apos;re Good To Go'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-2502056570854365565</id><published>2008-12-16T12:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:05:13.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorang Je Ke Bang? Saya Kesunyian.</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5COwner%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t remember the last time I had that much hairspray on my hair! Right after I did my hair, I looked like Bo 'Fucking' Beep! Luckily my hair set in just fine just in time for prom. And while I was doing it, Afiq called to tell me that a certain Mr. Postman was looking for me. Yes, my NS letter is finally here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless of 'thank yous’ to Faiqa's mom for altering my dress last-minute! Najee picked me up at Faiqa's and off we went. With Mr. Dan and Faiqa, Ira, &amp;amp; Tiya in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The food was great, and the fact that it was served is a plus point (;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was sick, and singing at the top of your lungs during prom doesn't exactly help, so halfway through the event, I sounded like a bapok. I still do. Thank you Reza Salleh, for singing "For Her" for ME :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's amazing how quickly guys can bond. Fad &amp;amp; Najee practically became best friends that night, thanks to the ultimate question: Do you smoke? They kept on going for 'breaks' and even exchanged phone numbers! Okay, it's giving me the shivers now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the night? Definitely the after-party! Tak main la Heritage, Zouk and all those other places! So where did Naj, Faiqa, Najee, Ira, Fad, Tiya, Amal, &amp;amp; I ended up at? Rasta! And what did we have there? Dumplings baybeyhh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want more pictures? Go to Mukabuku :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SUdCHc3lJdI/AAAAAAAAAS4/B6VBAJcgEKM/s1600-h/01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SUdCHc3lJdI/AAAAAAAAAS4/B6VBAJcgEKM/s400/01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280261783891027410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SUdCHuaezZI/AAAAAAAAATA/OrlnbtGgr3k/s1600-h/42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SUdCHuaezZI/AAAAAAAAATA/OrlnbtGgr3k/s400/42.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280261788600814994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SUdCleExQLI/AAAAAAAAATQ/BZmub5-Wr3Y/s1600-h/32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SUdCleExQLI/AAAAAAAAATQ/BZmub5-Wr3Y/s400/32.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280262299610857650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-2502056570854365565?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/2502056570854365565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/2502056570854365565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorang-je-ke-bang-saya-kesunyian.html' title='Sorang Je Ke Bang? Saya Kesunyian.'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SUdCHc3lJdI/AAAAAAAAAS4/B6VBAJcgEKM/s72-c/01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-5057145025997753313</id><published>2008-12-12T11:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:39:10.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw You Jesse McCartney, You Made Me Cry!</title><content type='html'>Syahira Kordy got the same exact camp too! What are the odds? Two friends now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-5057145025997753313?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/5057145025997753313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/5057145025997753313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/screw-you-jesse-mccartney-you-made-me.html' title='Screw You Jesse McCartney, You Made Me Cry!'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-6558311340185475744</id><published>2008-12-11T19:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:36:30.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are As Sharp As A Marble</title><content type='html'>After months not meeting up, we finally had our ICC Outing. From Nando's to piercing Dharu's nose to B.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SUD5DlbZlsI/AAAAAAAAASo/W-r_y91zxKI/s1600-h/01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SUD5DlbZlsI/AAAAAAAAASo/W-r_y91zxKI/s400/01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278492603260180162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SUD5EOkZnVI/AAAAAAAAASw/g2FjT-g7D8s/s1600-h/05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SUD5EOkZnVI/AAAAAAAAASw/g2FjT-g7D8s/s400/05.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278492614303784274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at his hands  (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SUD17wdTvoI/AAAAAAAAASI/3rWtSUb-PDM/s1600-h/04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SUD17wdTvoI/AAAAAAAAASI/3rWtSUb-PDM/s400/04.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278489170247138946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone pierced her nose :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SUD17ToFfFI/AAAAAAAAASA/UXdPqD1lFo0/s1600-h/02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SUD17ToFfFI/AAAAAAAAASA/UXdPqD1lFo0/s400/02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278489162507713618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SUD18OFNi9I/AAAAAAAAASY/-rLGaw_ybFo/s1600-h/06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SUD18OFNi9I/AAAAAAAAASY/-rLGaw_ybFo/s400/06.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278489178199133138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SUD18fDqfCI/AAAAAAAAASg/ky2A94HElG4/s1600-h/07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SUD18fDqfCI/AAAAAAAAASg/ky2A94HElG4/s400/07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278489182756043810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-6558311340185475744?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6558311340185475744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6558311340185475744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-months-not-meeting-up-we-finally.html' title='You Are As Sharp As A Marble'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lU3oKgKtlHw/SUD5DlbZlsI/AAAAAAAAASo/W-r_y91zxKI/s72-c/01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-1057997985417520259</id><published>2008-12-11T09:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:27:14.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berangan Itu Free...</title><content type='html'>So you people better enjoy the public holiday. I'm off to the istana to celebrate my father-in-law's birthday x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-1057997985417520259?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/1057997985417520259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/1057997985417520259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/berangan-itu-free.html' title='Berangan Itu Free...'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-1330160766717309567</id><published>2008-12-10T09:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:17.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Deserted Shopping Malls Because The Toilets Are Bloody Clean</title><content type='html'>I've been having a tv show marathon. On my own. People, go watch 'Dexter'. It's the most twisted and revolting tv show I've ever seen. Go google it up yourself. The Internet is here for a reason (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom is just around the corner (Najee, go get your tux! ;p) so things have been very busy. Dress hunting,etc etc etc. You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost out of money, (Obviously I'm exageratting la, I do have money, I just like the idea of saving some for a 'rainy' day) which is sad, because I still need things to buy. And don't go all "Work la!". You see, that will not work out because I won't even get a month's worth of gaji, asshole! If you're going to ask me why, sheesh you do deserve a blow to the head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-1330160766717309567?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/1330160766717309567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/1330160766717309567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-deserted-shopping-malls-because.html' title='I Love Deserted Shopping Malls Because The Toilets Are Bloody Clean'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-6036650039617976137</id><published>2008-12-06T12:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:54:23.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can See Your Point, But I Still Think You're Full Of Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now's the time to apply whatever we've learned during our BM and English lessons. The very famous 'Surat tidak formal'. Yes, I would like the "Ke hadapan saudari Athirah yang kini berada di .....". Please and thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new address:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-weight: 700;font-family:Arial;" &gt;KEM PUTRA SENTOSA,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-weight: 700;font-family:Arial;" &gt; MUNGGU BELIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-weight: 700;font-family:Arial;" &gt;,&lt;br /&gt;PEKAN KECIL,SEMATAN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-weight: 700;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNDU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-weight: 700;font-family:Arial;" &gt; 94100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-weight: 700;font-family:Arial;" &gt;,&lt;br /&gt;KUCHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-weight: 700;font-family:Arial;" &gt; SARAWAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've decided that I'm not going to complain about NS, missing 3 months of partying, and starting college late. Complaining ain't gonna do anything good so, NS shopping Ieka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-6036650039617976137?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6036650039617976137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6036650039617976137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-can-see-your-point-but-i-still-think.html' title='I Can See Your Point, But I Still Think You&apos;re Full Of Shit'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388732869462722386.post-6758648452124943358</id><published>2008-12-06T10:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:11:29.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Bother Calling</title><content type='html'>When I try being nice and helpful, it backfires. So why even try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azliff offered to drop Ellie and I back home after 'La Prima Festa' so it was the five (Azliff, Adri, Amin, Ellie &amp; I) of us in the car. Adri's phone wasn't working, so he asked for my phone, to swap sim cards. I said okay. When he was done, I told him to put my sim card back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: On no account should you pass things in a moving car, ESPECIALLY    during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you have already predicted, yes, my god damn sim card fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bear you people from boredom, ten pairs of eyes couldn't locate the card, so now I'm phoneless. Well, sim card-less. Whichever one you prefer. So don't call. You'll probably end up annoying yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh people, I've got about 20 more days before I have a 3-month sleepover with hundreds of people I've never met before, so please be nice and let's go out! I know, I know, you can't wait for me to disappear because your lives will be peaceful (FINALLY) but cut me some slack, will ya? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2388732869462722386-6758648452124943358?l=toyantulaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6758648452124943358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2388732869462722386/posts/default/6758648452124943358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyantulaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-bother-calling.html' title='Don&apos;t Bother Calling'/><author><name>Athirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210864165589950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrtS-Wif9p0/TguZTkDvihI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AGFXauqEJIM/s220/273017_2064741653633_1097503100_2371816_1523883_o.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
